Here's the next chapter! been really bored recently so the next chapter is already nearly done! Will upload it ASAP! :) rate and review!
Rose Jackson. How could he ever forget that name? She was beautiful, funny, clever and she didn't have a care in the world. That's why John loved her.
Whenever he looked into those green eyes he saw her; her smile, her joy, her innocence. That's all he needed. They were so deeply in love until the day she left. Why did she leave? All she had left him was a note which read:
John, I can't do this anymore. There's someone else in my life now. I will never forget you.
Rose x
It was short and painful. So painful that John couldn't trust anyone for a long time. So painful that he trained to be a doctor and joined the army. So painful he thought he could never love again. He never saw her again.
"Rose..." he said. Marie nodded. He put down the cups of tea and fell into his armchair. He put his head in his hands and sighed. The new person in her life, it wasn't another man, it was his child. "When did she..." he couldn't finish the question. He knew the answer would break his heart. There was a knock at the door and Sherlock sat upright. He knew it was Lestrade. Always the same knock, how predictable… Mrs Hudson left to answer the door.
"Three years ago." she said. She turned towards the door and thought it would be best if she just left. She began to walk towards the door when John asked "How?" she stopped in her tracks and looked at him in the eye.
"A man, a deceivingly nice man. We were all fooled." was her only reply and then she walked out of the door.
"Hello, what are you doing here?" asked Lestrade who bumped into Marie as she was walking out.
"She's John's daughter." said Sherlock bluntly, who had picked up his violin and was plucking the strings gently. "Have you finally got me a good murder?"
"Wait, John has a daughter? Why didn't you mention it before?"
"I didn't know..." said John quietly. He was not going to cry. He was over Rose. She was a thing of the past.
Marie knew she wasn't wanted so started to leave.
"Marie, wait." said John. She turned to her father. "You can stay here." she nodded and left to sit in the kitchen where there would be some peace.
Sherlock looked at his friend. "John we have two rooms, two beds. Where is she going to sleep?"
"She'll have to sleep in my room. I'll sleep on the sofa..." John stood up and walked to his room. Sherlock watched him go then drew his attention to the detective.
"You never answered my question Lestrade, have you found me a good murder?"
Lestrade looked at the girl sitting in the kitchen, who was staring intently at one of Sherlock's many experiments.
"Not a murder no..." he began but Sherlock interrupted him by sighing and started plucking his violin again. "But it is a suspicious suicide." Sherlock put down his violin.
"What do you mean suspicious?"