História The daughter of the famous Detective - John freaking out:

I had stayed at my father's flat all day. As I look down at my watch school was already out. As I look down at my phone I had three text messages. Sherlock kept staring at my phone every time it went off.

"So when does John usual come?"

"Around now actually."

"Oh..."

"I can tell you want to be around me more often but let me tell you being around me will not do you much good."

"So I have no friends, everyone thinks I'm a show off in school. I am on my last year of school with all college classes. I think I will be fine being around you Sherlock."

"Dead bodies are not something children should be seeing."

"If your trying to scare me it's not working. I see dead bodies all the time at mother's work."

     I could tell he was about to say something but shut it as John walked in the door. He put his stuff down and looked from Sherlock to me back to him then back to me with a confused look on his face.

"Thought you could take care of yourself Grace?" John asks after standing there for a minute or two

"I can, why I can't come and see you? Your the only nice one out of the two of you. Plus I came for an update about my mother's case."

I could tell that Sherlock understood what I meant by that because he glares at me like daggers where coming out of his eyes.

"John please sit down. Get comfortable will you?"

"I just walked in the door Sherlock give me a minute will you."

     Instead of answering him he gets up and goes to the window. It's their he picks up his violin and starts playing a really lovely tune. I could see John shaking his head and going down the hall to one of the rooms. Just as the door shuts Sherlock turns around and smiles at me.

"What was that for?"

"It always gets him to shut up and leave."

"Oh... So are you going to tell him?"

"Tell him what?"

"That your my father... Sherlock?"

"Oh yes what a good idea for you to do."

"Fine if you won't I will."

     Just as I finish my sentence John comes walking back down the hall. He stares at Sherlock then at me then back at Sherlock just like before.

"Do you have a staring problem John?" I ask because it really was starting to get on my nerves.

"Sorry." He says going over to the couch to sit.

     Sherlock continues to stare at me then he finally stares at John. He then sets down the violin and goes to his seat right across from me.

Sighing I look at John and say "John? I have something to tell you."

"What?"

"Don't freak out and start screaming please... But umm... I'm Sherlock's daughter."

"WHAT!? THE BLOODY HELL IF YOU ARE!"

Sherlock puts a smile on his face turning to face me.

"I told you it was not a good idea."