This is a story written for eight friends of mine. Even though some of them live across the world, we still stay connected.This is a non-fiction / functional read. This is also my first, and probably last story I'll ever write. Elisabeth, Sam, AJ, Sarah, Nadya, Lucie, or Amy. If any of you are reading this, know that I worked really hard on this, and I'm exited for you to see this. Okay. That's all,

Kyna Jocelyn Graham is unusually talented and intelligent, much to her mother's unending and embarrassing horror. For sixteen years Kyna's mother has been desperately trying to stamp out any traces of the man who is her father. But she is unsuccessful and when Kyna's mother dies from breast cancer, Kyna is forced into custody with her biological father and on that same day, Sherlock Holmes receives a child he never wanted. She despises him and he cannot even tolerate her, but slowly, through thick and thin, they grow to respect each other. Kidnapped and afraid, in love and alone, angry and heartbroken: Kyna Holmes is the only Consulting Daughter in the world. And her special talents are put to the test when 'Uncle Jim' comes to play in his own twisted and maniacal way. [Don't copy this fanfic onto other pages or I will feed you to Smaug] DISCLAIMER: I don't own the original BBC Sherlock characters used in this story. They are the property of their creators.