The Little Brat

by M.Shelley

So, here it is, my first fanfiction on a book. I really love Sherlock Holmes and recently I came up with the idea of him having a daughter. I hope you're not angry with me after this. I decided to change the rating to M, because it could maybe come to graphic descriptions of violence the future. Anyway, Enjoy!

5. Chapter 4 - Mr Holmes

Watson's POV

When I returned to Bakerstreet in the late hours of the day I saw my friend, Sherlock Holmes, and Mrs Hudson already sitting at the table when I entered his flat. They both did not look very happy, although my friends' eyes lit up when I entered. But as he saw that I was alone the light in his eyes faded.

Suddenly Mrs Hudson said something, quietly and without any emotion, "There were millions of Kellys but I could not tell if it was your daughter or not, I'm sorry.". And with that she left the room. Sherlock did not move. He just said there and stared at the table.

I jumped when he said, "The Irregulars have not reported, there is still a chance to find her, even if it is a small one.", "Yes" I replied, but without true believe.

Quinn's POV

Wiggins and I talked for nearly half an hour. He is no one to turn over so easily, but finally he agreed to change jobs. I was ready to go when someone knocked at the door. Alf went and in an instant opened the door when he saw who was out there. "Mr Holmes!" he squealed happily. I turned my head to see who this Mr Holmes was and saw a dark figure with an eagle-like nose and a top hat standing outside. With a voice I would remember any day of my life he asked, "Hello Alf. Is Wiggins around? I need to see him. There is a little assignment for you.".

The Redhead hurried over. "Right here Mr 'Olmes! What is it?"

The man bowed down, like to whisper in Wiggins' ear, but I could hear him nevertheless, "I need you to find someone. A girl, goes by the name of Kelly, I don't know her first name. Probably in Whitechapel. Around 13 years old. The usual fee.".

My face was going pale as I listened to him. A detail description of me. Who is this guy? Why does he want to find me? Then again, maybe it is not even me, there are so many Kellys in this town. That's what I thought until the guy added "She's the daughter of the last victim of Red Jack. Remember him?", Wiggins only nodded. Then his face lit up with an idea. "No need to go outside Mr 'Olmes, we have a Kelly right here. Come over, laddie!" and with that he gestured towards me. Slowly I stood up, fastening the cap over my red locks. When I approached Wiggins he laid an arm around my shoulders, causing me to blush, "May I introduce you. Mr Sherlock Holmes, this is my dear friend Quinn Kelly. Quinn this is Mr Holmes, the famous detective.". We shook hands, it felt weird, a true Gentleman and a street boy like me. Wiggins continued, "Maybe Quinn can ask around in the family. Anyway you can look for her, the pay's good you know, better than those jobs of us.", he patted my shoulder while my face could not decide if it should be pale like chalk or red like a tomato.

"I-If I may ask, Mr Holmes, why does a famous detective search for a street girl? What do you want from her?", I managed to get out. He looked saddened, but answered slowly, "It… is of private nature. I just have to speak with her."

The half of myself wanted to burst out: It's me, It's me! Now where is that payment you mentioned? , but I could not possibly do that after Wiggins already introduced me as a boy, could I? And so I just went to my job, trying to think of how I have business of "private nature" with this ominous Mr Holmes.