Sherlock's daughter.

Shaking?

"What? Wait! If you knew why didn't you say something!?" I yelled.
"I wanted to see how long you would keep it up," he spoke.
I laughed.

My hands trembled on the way to Molly's. There were no signs of powers. Just the shaking.
I flung open the cab door and walked towards Molly's.
As we opened the Morg door Molly yelled.
"Yay! I'm so glad you are here I was just about to call you!" She grinned.
"What's up?" I asked.
"We have three corpses all found by water but the cause of death was shaken to death," she spoke.
"Shaken?" I asked.
"Yes. Every bone in their body has been shaken to the point of breaking," she spoke.

Shaking. Like my hands.

I glanced at John. He shook his head.
I took a deep breath.
After looking over the body and making our analysis. We left. We needed more information.
I slipped into the cab. I couldn't control my hands. They were shaking so vigorously I didn't think I would ever be able to stop them. They were bruising deeper.
"John! Sherlock! I can't stop!" I spoke.
John reached out and held my hands. But that's just made his shake with mine.
"It's only getting worse. Maybe it's time we get you some prescriptions," he spoke.
"Ok," I spoke.
We drove the the hospital where we saw a specialist.
"Hello. What seems to be the reason for this visit?" He asked.
I pulled out my hands.
"Interesting. And how long as this been going on?" He asked.
"A few months," I shrugged.
"And any other symptoms?" He asked.
"Sometimes they bruise but other than that no," John shook his head.
"When did they start?" He asked.
"The night after we were kidnapped. I'm sure you remember reading it in the paper," John spoke.
He nodded.
"I'll be right back," he left.
"What are they going to do give me an anti shaking pill?" I whispered to Sherlock.
"An anti-quivpresent," sherlock snorted.
We both laughed.
"Can you both be serious?" John asked.
"But John we are. We are talking about her anti-quivpresent," he laughed.
John smiled but quickly tried to hide it.
"That's... not funny Sherlock... you know it isn't," John spoke trying to contain his laughter.
The doctor walked in.
"Does she need an anti quivpresent?" Sherlock asked.
The doctor just stared.
"You know cause quiver is like shaking?" I asked.
"I get it it just isn't funny," he shrugged.
"Oh," I nodded laughing.
"Now for your diagnosis," he began.
"You figures it out?" I asked.
"Yes. You have s form of PTSD," he spoke.
We all bursted out laughing.
He remained solemn.
"Wait! You serious?" John asked.
"Quite so. She seems to have a form of anxiety for the PTSD. She will need to cease all field/case work immediately. She will only get worse. Maybe go insane," he spoke.
"No. I will go insane if I can't work. Anxiety!? I can't have  anxiety!?  I love the case work. I love the chase the solving the everything about it!" I protested.
"Your brain might but you body does not. It is trying to get you to realize that. Doctors orders no more field work!" He nodded then left.
"We are actually going to pull me out of the field are we!?" I asked.
"We are going to try it for a while ok? Then if it doesn't help we will go back to normal ok?" John spoke.
My jaw dropped. Insanity here I come.