Sherlock's POV
"Her name is Katie Akerman," Lestrade says as we walk through the double doors of the medical examination room. Jessie trailed behind, she is no longer crying, but she looks pissed. "She is lesbian, her partner is not in the country currently, she is neurosurgeon at a hospital. She recently created a medicine that can totally change your brain function. Her partner works a computer engineer," Lestrade rambles on, as if I didn't know this. Molly is cutting open the body, her eyes keep darting at Jessie. Jessie is sulking in a corner, playing with a glass bottle. "Everything is in tack, no bleeding, no hand marks, not cuts, no bruises, nothing," Molly stammers. Weird, I don't get it. Jessie is now looking at Molly confused. She walks over to the body and looks, her eye move to the mouth of the body. She open the mouth and nods to herself. "If you knew how to observe instead of look you would of noticed that her windpipe is bent out of shape at the top, the killer strangled her from the inside out, but my mom was usually strong as you can see," she says pointing to her biceps. "But I guess the killer was stronger," she trails off. I put a hand on her shoulder and squeeze it gently. "I just don't get it, how someone would want to kill my mother," she blurts out. "Jessie don't worry we will put you mothers killer behind bars," Lestrade says. "I can solve this all by myself," she says. I roll my eyes. We get home later that night, Jessie sits at the dinner table staring at her food. "You need to eat sweetheart," John says softly to her. I try to be a role model and eat my food too, but it doesn't work. She sighs and eats two pieces of chicken. She stands up, takes care of her plate and hobbles off to her room. "Sherlock you should go talk to her," John suggests later on that night. "What are you crazy, if I say one wrong word she will get mad," I say. John suggests no more of his stupid ideas after that. That night I actually try to get some sleep. I eventually doze off, but am suddenly woken by some sobs. "Jessie," I think. I begin to worry. I slide myself out of bed and trudge down to Jessie's room. I walk in and she her dark shadow sitting on her bed facing her window. I walk in , her sobs stop she knows I am in here. I walk over and turn on a lamp. I sit next to her and put my arm around her. She stays frozen. "Jessie it's okay, I know this is hard," I say rubbing her arm. She does not respond. "I know when you and I pair up we can find this killer," I say. She nods slightly. "Now try and get some sleep, so you can deduce tomorrow," I say. I kiss her on the cheek and walk back into my room. I fall asleep, later on that night I wake up to find Jessie in my bed sleeping like an angel. I smile.
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Sherlock's Daughter
FanfictionSherlock's unknown daughter, Jessie shows up at his 221b Baker St flat. She look's and has the intelligence like him. Sherlock refuses to have anything to do with her, but after a rough scolding from John and Mrs. Hudson, he might just have a famil...