John lectured us about how we should have called how he thought he lost me. And etc.
"Sherlock please say something," he begged.
"Did he look angry?" He asked.
"And embarrassed," I nodded.
"Did you ask him?" He asked.
"Ya," I laughed.
"What did he say!?" He asked.
"GET OUT OF MY BLOODY CAR!" Josh and I chorused.
"Are you serious Sherlock!? Our daughter just broke into Buckingham Palace!? And that's what you say!?" John yelled.
"John. The queen isn't going to press charges everything worked out what does it matter?" Mary asked.
"What does it matter!?" He yelled.
"John we have more pressing matters! John though he found his grandpa but his flat is crawling with government agents!" I yelled.
The lights went off.
"Bloody-" I began.
Police came in.
"Get down on the ground! Hands above your heads! Get down!" Voices yelled.
Boots are not police.
The guns cocking is not standard guns.
Not police. Not police.
"No! Don't! These men are not police!" I elbowed one in the neck and knees another in the gut. I took his gun and tossed it to Josh. Sherlock did the same and tossed his gun to Molly. I pulled my gun out. Mary pulled hers out. John and Sherlock had theirs.
"Get. On. Your. Knees." I spat.
They all got on their knees.
Mary stepped forward and ripped off the mask.
"John and Sherlock have rubbed off on you my darling," a woman; the woman; spoke.
My head swirled with confusion.
"M-Mu-Mum!?" I spoke.
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Sherlock's daughter.
FanfictionSherlock is shocked for once in his life. That shock is his daughter Vivian. (Sherlock fan fiction)
