Sherlock Holmes daughter

Getting a job

I took my bags of the stairs and walked down London's dirty streets. A lot of people stared at me. Maybe because I reminded of my father. I went down an alley and saw a good looking guy.

"Excuse me" I said polite. 

"Do you know where I can find Sherlock Holmes?" I asked as polite as I could. He looked me up and down. 

"Why? Might I ask?" The man said. 

"I'm looking for a job" I said, smiling.

"Which job? I haven't put anything in the paper" he said. 

"Wait are you mr. Holmes?" I asked, he nodded slowly smiling. 

"I could use an assistant, but how did you knew I was alive?" He asked and looked me up and down again.

"The rumors is that Sherlock Holmes is immortal" I said giggling. 

"That's rubbish, want to come inside with your belongings?" He asked and gestures to the house. 

"Sure, if you don't mind" I said and took my bags with me out on the street and up the stair.

"You seem familiar" he said. He saw right through me. We stopped at the mirror where he made me stop. 

"Why are we stopping?" I asked. 

"My hair sat badly" my 'dad' said. 

"You're not a good liar" I said and smiled.

"And you are great at see through other people" he complimented. 

"Thanks" I said. 

"So what's your name? I didn't catch it" Sherlock said. 

"Rachel" I said without mentioning my last name.

"Where is you other assistant?" I asked curios. 

"At my funeral" he said and looked smiling at me. 

"But why do you make it seem like you're dead?" I asked, gosh I had so many question.

"So my enemy comes into the light" he answered. 

"Now you have to be set into all of my plans since I can't let anything happen to mr. Watson." He said and looked observing at me.

"That's clever" I complimented. He laughed and we went up the stairs to his office. The front door opened. 

"Little gurl, I know ya in here" a raspy voice said, from downstairs. I looked scared at my 'dad'. He looked shocked at me. I pointed at the door, my dad nodded and went out of it, I sighed, he forgot his gun.

I went after him with the gun. 

"There ya are" then man said, I froze and turned around. He walked over to me and laid his hands on me. 

"Don't touch me" I said and pointed the gun at his head.

"Oooh, scared little gurl?" He asked. 

"Sir, I'm your worst nightmare" I said and used my 'ability' to know what to do. First hit his manhood, second remove his hearing by a strong punch on his ears, third break his legs by hitting the knee, fourth knock him out by hitting his face directly.

I started moving and took him out on ten seconds. My dad came in. 

"What? How? Why?" He stood speechless and pointed at the intruder, his eyes were locked on me.

"Are you... Are you my daughter?' He asked and locked our eyes. 

"As far as I know. Remember your love of your life? Irene? She's my mother" I said and looked at the floor.