People are disappearing from twenty-ten and popping up in nineteen-sixty nine. When you look at Western Drumlins and really look at it, through the cracked up windows, you would see the horrifying reason to these disappearances. The real reason. The angels. They would look like statues as soon as someone laid their eyes on them. But for some unknown reason, they were much more than stone and pretty sculpture to Sherlock Holmes. This case isn't for the faint hearted. DISCLAIMER: DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTER'S OR PLOT. ONLY CERTAIN ASPECTS BELONG TO ME.

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.