The little Holmes ~ a sherlock fanfiction

The Reunion

Hey guyyss hope you all had a good day today!! Sorry I haven't updatwd lately got a new phone and forgot my password sooooo I had to try every email address and password I could think of and voila im here!!! Please excuse any spelling mistakes...

Sherlocks P.O.V

I guess you could say i was petrified when little Ophelia decided to bolt out of the door. It took me a moment to realize what happened as I was still taking in the comment she had threw at me. Her voice dripping with venom.

"Your a monster!!"

Sherlock had been called many names over the last couple of years ranging from freak to psychopath. But this comment seemed to hurt the most. All I did was love her when she came here, I gave her a warm house to live in and give her clothes to put on her back. What more could i give her? Sherlock thought to himself. A couple of glasses smashing brought him out of his thoughts. Ophelia. That's when he decided to bolt for it to catch the little girl before she could get outside. But he was too late, by the time he had reached the stairs. The little girl was already out the door running down the street. I tried to catch up with her but i knew i couldn't. She was gone. The only girl who could bring warmth to Sherlocks heart. The only girl who could bring a smile to his face was gone. Thats when panic started to set in for Sherock. Where was she? Was she alright? It took a moment for Sherlock to figure out what to do. Thats when he rung Lestrade.

"Lestrade i need you best men to come to 221b as fast as they can, my daughter has run off..."

Sherlock heard a huge laugh at the ther side.

"Ohhh Sherlock, you never fail to bring a smile to my face. Stop lying to me."

"I'm not lying Lestrade!! I have a daughter!"

"Sherlock are you serious?"

"Yes i am serious, now hurry up"

Sherlock heard a few buttons being pressed on the other side.

"There on their way Sherlock."

With that Sherlock hung up he didnt need to hear anything else.

When Lestrades men arrived ten minutes later Sherlock knew he wasn't going to get far, so he decided to call up someone he knew could find her in matter of seconds. Mycroft.

Sherlock usually didn't go to mycroft, but this was a dire need. If Sherlock lost Ophelia he would probably relapse again and he couldnt have that he had missed enough of hia daughters life already.

The phone rang once before Mycroft picked up.

"ahhh Sherlock giving up your daughter already. Even I thought you had more of a heart than that." mycroft laughed into the phone.

"no dear brother of mine she has run away" sherlock replied with his voice breaking in the middle, " please help..."

"I'll find her dont worry" mycroft replied, sympathy now embedded in his voice and with that he hung up.

Sherlock thought that the next ten minutes of his life were the longest. what if shes hurt? what if she will absolutely hate me now after she called me a monster? what if...

Thats when the phone call came through, he didnt even have to look at the caller ID to know who it was.

"Have you found her?" Sherlock asked urgency in his voice.

"yes brother dearest she has just fallen asleep." Mycroft replied cooly.

"Im on my way."

And with that Sherlock was off to collect his beautiful daughter that will hopefully warm up to him one day and be able to carry on the family name...