So. I'm very exited to tell you that not only will I be doing a Johnlock child fic. But, I will be doing a Superwholock. And yes, I will add the daughters. You heard right. Two new stories. Completing my Superwholock awesomeness

As we usually did it, I was a reporter and Dad and Uncle Sam were FBI. I fucking hated the skirt, but at least I didn't have to wear heels. I could pass as a twenty two year old already. I didn't need help. I was currently interviewing a relative of one of the victims.

"Her name was Samantha." A blonde girl said between sobs. "She was my sister."

"Can you tell me what happened the night she went missing?" I asked gently.

"Our parents were gone and I was out with my boyfriend." She said. "I came home and there was blood everywhere. The door wasn't even broken. No windows. Nothing. But Samantha was gone."

"Did Samantha have any enemies?" I asked.

"Not that I know of. She was a good girl. Went to church every Sunday. Never drank. No drugs. Didn't smoke. She hardly ever left the apartment."

"Well, thank you for your time." She nodded and went off somewhere.

By the end of the day, I had interviewed six people. It seemed the only thing in common was that they were brunette teenagers. They were all taken when alone at night.

"So, how do we catch this thing?" I asked. "This thing only strikes at night. I'm not even sure it's poltergeists anymore. It didn't feel like it."

"Whatever it is, we need to stop it." Uncle Sam said. "A girl named Kristina just moved in with her parents. Brunette like the others."

"So we scope out the building for a while." Dad said. "We see anything we go stop it."

"You think it'll be that easy?" I asked. "For all we know we might not see anything."

"Then we listen." Dad said. "Where do you get your attitude from?"

"She is your daughter." Uncle Sam acknowledged.

"Watch it Sammy."

"Make me."

"How am I more mature than you two right now?" I asked.

"Because your dad's a child all the time." Uncle Sam pointed out.

"Is this really the time?" Dad questioned.

"I'm going to get out of this suit." I grumbled.

"Hurry up." Dad dictated. "We should leave soon." I quickly changed into jeans and a purple flannel with my hiking boots. I put my hair back in a pony tail an followed Dad and Uncle Sam to the car.

Dad turned off the headlights as he pulled into the complex. He parked in the back of the building. Almost immediately we heard screaming from the complex. I flew to the room to find it empty, but a lot of blood. No ectoplasm, sulfur, nothing to show what this thing was.

Dad and Uncle Sam ran into the room breathing heavily.

"Nothing." I said. "I can't tell what this thing is anymore."

"Great." Uncle Sam mused. Dad hit the wall.

"I have an idea on how to get this thing." I announced. "Use me."

"We're not using you as bait." Dad argued.

"What else should we do?" I retorted. "Wait out until it takes another?"

"We have no other option Dean." Uncle Sam said.

"Alright." Dad caved. "Stay in here and we'll watch out." I nodded and sat on one of the seats not covered in blood. Dad and Uncle Sam left. The temperature in the room dropped ten degrees suddenly and the door swung open. A monster I didn't recognize walked in followed by a girl about my age with long brown hair and golden-brown catlike eyes. A silver ring ran around her pupils. She smirked at me and sent the monster out.

"Who are you?" I questioned.

"Shouldn't you know me Grace?" She countered. A laugh escaping her mouth.

"Who are you?" I asked again.

"Oh Grace, I've been looking for you for a while."

"Get away from my daughter, Bitch." Dad demanded from the doorway. Him and Uncle Sam both had their salt guns. The girl cackled and pinned them to the walls. Knocking their guns away.

"Listen." I spat. "I'm not one to ask more than once. Let them down and tell me who you are."

"Calm down." She instructed. "Daddy Dean and Uncle Sammy will be fine. You too. I didn't come to hurt you."

"Tell that to the missing girls."

"I became impatient. You see, I needed you Grace. My partners brought me the wrong girls. I got tired of it and killed them."

"Why do you need my daughter?" Dad pressed. "Who are you?"

"My name is Harmony Nightshade. Why I need your daughter is none of your concern just yet."

"Let them down." I said.

"Fine." Harmony sighed and they fell from the wall. "Kill my fun."

"Can we go now?" Dad asked.

"Fine. But don't think I won't be watching." She turned and walked out the door.