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my little girl- Sherlock

You're 13

He had another case in your street, your next door neighbours actually, the father was murdered, they're trying to find out how,the mother was stabbed and their daughter,a friend of yours was taken from there last night

You had woke in the middle of the night due to the barking and howling from your German shepherd so you went outside only to see a van drive off into the night or early morning.  That was when you walked in and saw the aftermath of the man in the van and you instantly ran home and told your mum and she called the police while you stayed guard outside

It was now morning and the apparently best detective was coming to investigate,you kinda enjoyed it, obviously not the killings but you were interested in things like this,you never knew why but you were.

You were 'playing' outside with the dog ( you were more or less just being nosey and curious when 'Sherlock' his name was,arrived  

He saw you and then he saw the woman , the one he had tried so hard to forget over the last fourteen or so years, she had changed a lot,she looked more motherly,she was more dressed but she looked just as beautiful to him. That's when he saw a young girl who looked dangerously like him, attempting to peak over the fence. You looked so much like him he was terrified but avoided the subject in his mind "hey Sherlock .... That woman  looks a lot like you know who and the young one looks a lot like YOU" john tried hinting, Sherlock simply said "I know" "oh dear god Sherlock it could be her" John asked "yes" "God dammit do you not care that your daughter is over there " John growled pointing his finger

You had his curly brown hair,his thin cheeks and cheek bones with a pale face but instead of your dads grey eyes she inherited the bright blue ones of her mothers green coloured ones, john stomped off to find Greg dragging him back to where Sherlock stood taking in your appearance "would you stop staring at her Sherlock people will wonder "john hissed Sherlock mumbling something under his breathe "is that really her" Greg nudging Sherlock who lost his stare on you eventually " how do we even know its her it cou-" " look at her Sherlock or you could look into a mirror you'd basically see the same thing" Greg bellowed causing Irene to walk out and almost have a heart attack when she saw Sherlock

he decided on finishing this case before sorting this out but of course that didn't go as planed, Irene told you and you weren't angry nor upset you were exited that you could finally meet your dad the one man you'd been wanting to meet you whole life, not some silly celebrity, your dad

he spent the nights while he worked the case and some times just for a little break he would stop and get to know you, your interests and stuff like that, he loved you already, though the flashbacks were coming home to rest in his head, he was there when you were born, well after but both him and your mum agreed that to protect you he would not be a part of your life, but that didn't happen, he remembers the was you looked all wrapped in pink so soft and warm, he actually cried like a baby that day, he didn't want to leave you anymore, he watched through the glass,as Irene held you for the first time, he didn't make it when she was giving birth then they wouldn't let him I, after about an hour they let him in and Irene couldn't get you to stop crying as he walked in not regarding anyone hanging his coat up and walking over though as soon as you were passed to him instantly his eyes were filled with tears and he didn't even know why, it was as though the stone that covered his heart had just crumbled leaving him feelings something he'd never felt before, maybe it was heartache, maybe It was the feeling of pure admiration to the tiny being that he, himself had helped to create, the way you fit perfectly into his arms as if he had been built so that when his angel was sent down, she would fit perfectly in arms,

You tucked into his arms and snuggled against his chest as he struggled to keep in sobs, the screaming and crying had only then become noticed to him, he started to sway lightly and hum some sort of song he remembered his mother singing to him as a young child quieting your cries turning them into small whimpers, he slowly made his way over to the chair, anyone would have found this strange, Mycroft knew about this of Corse and even to him this was rather funny, seeing his younger brother in his usual light purple shirt without a tie was normal but the tears he too never knew why his brother was crying when he was aware he wasn't going to be seeing the baby, he was genuinely confused as to why he even came to see you

Sherlock smiled and looked down at you and again he knew he was slightly proud of himself for creating such a cute child though at the time, you didn't have the same facial features as him, you had the cutest chubby cheeks and your skin was a light shade of pink, a little red from screaming, his family also knew, they all watched in awe of how in a mere matter of seconds had managed to change the way he acted but they had to be prepared for the normal Sherlock to come back possibly meaner for a little while but who could blame him, he was getting the sole thing he already loved so much given to him then taken away a short time later

He'll never forget the way your crying stopped and you something that he remembers almost everyday is the way it felt to love something so much that it physically hurt, he spent about twenty minuets just staring down at the little ball of blankets bundled in his arms until everyone piled in to the small hospital room to see you he didn't let anyone hold you until the nurse came so that you could be passed carefully from him so you could be carefully held by people although when they held you he was standing over their shoulder, you had almost been passed around everyone when you started to open your eyes and scream and cry, your mum took you from Sherlock's mum but you wouldn't stop "she wants her daddy" she giggled as did everyone else and she passed you gently to him he held you with such care as if you could break

he had no words for that memory, oh what he would have done to have been there, cramped in 221b baker street, where whenever you cried or awoke from your slumber he could shoot up no matter how tired he was and he would put you back to bed, he really hated his job at times like that

but now, now he had the chance and he wasn't letting it go