A Study of the Sonata- a Johnlock fic

Part 2: Greg Lestrade

Clarissa Martins is John's Cousin- SH

I glanced at my phone, Sherlock's text was correct. John himself had already filled us in on that small tidbit of information.

I'm aware-GL

Therefore her daughter is John's goddaughter. John wants her home 221b Baker street-SH

I stopped, Sonata Martins was John's goddaughter? "Anderson." I said. "What does Clarissa Martins' will say about Sonata Martins' situation if she died?"

Anderson read from a single sheet within a stack of papers. "I Clarissa Martins, deem my legal daughter, Sonata Martins, to become the legal daughter of Doctor John Hamish Watson, who is our blood cousin."

"Thank you" I stalked off. Mycroft needed to know, well, if he didn't know already.

New information?-MH

Yes, and spying on me again? ;)-GL

If you must flirt, yes. What's the revelation?-MH

John Watson's goddaughter is the daughter of the victim-GL

Name of the girl?-MH

Sonata Martins-GL

Is the name that important? I wondered. Mycroft hadn't texted me back within ten minutes, yet when he did it was one word without his initials.

Shit

I stared at the phone unable to answer the one person I thought I couldn't shut up to or about. I was speechless.

Therefore, I walked into the room. The girl still sat calmly, tapping her fingers in a complete rhythm. I wonder if she knows that everyone thinks she is actually related to Sherlock? I thought in the back of my mind .

"Miss Martins?"

"Detective Inspector?"

"I'm to take you to your godfather's home." I now had to grin at the fact that Sherlock was going to have to deal with a teenage girl in his flat.

"Alright." she grinned, "To 221b Baker Street." Then the grin turned sarcastic, "And do tell dearest Mycroft Holmes that I look forward to meeting him."

My jaw dropped as the lanky dark haired girl gathered an electric keyboard case and slung it over her shoulder. Then, she gave me a very Holmes-like grin, one that Mycroft wore often, saying I know I'm in control.

I grabbed the keys for one of the department issued vehicles and led the girl outside. She walked confidently, her combat boots hitting the pavement in a steady beat that matched the song she hummed.

"What are you humming?" I asked as we got into the car.

"A Beethoven Minuet." She replied, and several seconds later added "Obviously."

Her auspicious comment bounced in my head until we arrived at Baker Street. John Stood outside 221b, and the girl's demeanor changed instantly. She ran out of the car and hugged the man that was inches shorter than her.

"Here you go Miss Martins." I said handing her monogrammed keyboard case to her.

"Thank you D. I." She took the case gingerly.

"Thanks for this Greg," John looked haunted then smiled as he looked at the girl, "She's everything to me."

My heart melted at that statement. Sonata and John have a story, Mycroft will have to tell it, or I will have to force it from him.