School has been cancelled for the next several days due to the scare. Many parents complained, but Sara didn't mind; it gave her time to think about everything that has happened to her. Including the recent news that her biological father was alive. But how? More importantly, why is this news coming to her now and how long has he been alive? All these questions invaded Sara's mind like a swarm of bees to a massive hive. It gave her mixed feelings and pent up frustrations that she couldn't explain. Sherlock and John could tell it was started to bother her. Sara stood from the couch and grabbed her sweatshirt "I'm going out ok?" She told them, putting it on before Sherlock told her "Sure, just don't come back too late" he replied, not paying attention to her.

Sara nodded as Mrs. Hudson walked past her and Sara left. Mrs. Hudson looked at John and Sherlock asking "Is everything ok? We're you too harsh with her again?"

"No, Mrs. Hudson" Sherlock sighed "Sara just knows that her biological father is hiding somewhere out there because John and Mycroft told her"

"Well why would you do that John?" She questioned.

"She has a right to know that he is alive. She is a grown up after all" John replied

"For god sakes John, it has made her miserable. This is your fault and you are going to fix it" Sherlock snapped bitterly.

"What? Why me?" John argued.

"You started it, you fix it" Sherlock glared. Mrs. Hudson placed the tea on the kitchen table and left. John groaned and sighed "Fine, I'll help" He replied as he grabbed his jacket and left and Sherlock nodded gently.

Meanwhile, Sara was walking down the streets and went towards the docks and stared at the water. Tides rushed in non nonchalantly, crashing onto the wooden supports. She sighed , hearing seagulls fly by to get a snack from food on wet concrete as she then sat down, feet hanging over the ocean. She heard her phone ring and she saw that it was John trying to call her. She glared and refused to call him back before her phone went away. She heard storm clouds up ahead and nodded as a few drops of rain turned into pouring rain.

Sara sat there for a good 10 minutes until a black jaguar pulled up behind her and she then heard foot steps behind her, coming closer to her until they were right beside her, having an umbrella cover both of their heads "Something troubling you?" Mycroft questioned.

"Is that really any of your business Mycroft?" she asked rudely.

"That's Uncle Mycroft and Yes. Sherlock and John have tried contacting you several times and eventually asked me to intervene" He explained as Sara stood.

"Why did you not tell me my father was alive? I-I could've been there for him. I could've done... at least something. Now tell Dad and John I'm walking and do not for the love of god follow me. Please, I only want to be alone" She told him before starting to walk away.

Mycroft then caught up and grabbed her wrist "I'm sorry Sara" he apologized and she pulled forcibly and walked away.

Sara kept walking in the rain when she came across a familiar house. Almost too peculiar as she opened the rusty gate and walked down the walkway, overgrown grass and vines surrounding the area as she went up the steps before slowly opening the door slowly. It was dark, two rooms were within the left and right of her and a kitchen ahead in a narrow hallway next to the staircase. She looked around and glanced at a picture that still survived. It felt familiar to her and she didn't know why. A wife and a husband at their wedding and then Sara went to the study.

Burned aged wood along with other things are what looked recongizable. Sara noticed a key on the old desk in the back of the room and picked it up as she went behind the desk and opened the drawers and a letter, a small box and a journal. She slowly picked up the letter first, opening it and taking out the yellowed paper from it's envelope.

My Dearest Amara, I write to you as our child will be a year old this year and our third anniversary is this month. So much has happened over these past months that I'm very thankful for. Such as our baby girl, Sara. You getting to be head model at your company, and I'll never forget that. Please accept this letter as my thank you my little bee.

Yours Truly,

Cornelius

Sara closed the paper slowly in surprise. Was this, their house? Where they moved to after she was born? Maybe before? She then grabbed the journal, opening the delicate cover before reading the cover.

My Dearest Sara, happy 18th birthday. At least... that's what you would be if you were alive today. I've never forgotten about you or Amara and how much I love you. You are my most prized joy that happened to me. If by some miracle you were alive, I'd never let you go. I love you so much.

Yours Truly,

Cornelius.

Sara was in shock. He thinks she's dead? How could this be? She pondered as she then got knocked out.

Sara grunted as she woke up, tied up to a chair. A man that didn't look too old approached her slowly "Who are you? What are you doing in my house?" He asked.

"I-I needed to get out of the rain. My parents weren't home yet and I got locked out" She explained.

"And you couldn't bother to knock. What you were looking through is rather personal. Who ever you are" He growled.

"My name is Sara Holmes" She introduced.

"Adopted kid of Sherlock Holmes? Tck, what a father he is. He fakes his death and then comes back after two years. If I were him, I'd never leave" He spat

"He may have his flaws but I love him. I forgive him. He only wanted to protect me and his friends" Sara replied.

The man sighed as he staggered over and untied her. Sara slowly stood "Your wife looked beautiful" She nodded.

"You look alot like her with her eyes and just how she stood" he walked and grabbed a bottle of whiskey and took a swig of it before putting it down. He then looked back at Sara "Well, go home... and don't come back" he told her.

"Wait... I'm your kid" She told him. Cornelius looked back at her "Y-you can't be. She's dead" He replied. Sara then took off the brass locket that was on her neck "Is this proof?" she asked and gave it to him. He remembered the locket well and then looked up at her. He gave a smile and then started crying tears of joy "Oh my Sara..." he held her cheek before hugging her lovingly and she gladly hugged back.