História The daughter of the famous Detective - At the hospital:

 After sometime the ambulance people get her out and into the ambulance its self. Crying into Lestrade's shirt I don't go with. It's not like I wanted to anyways. I don't really want to see the way my mother looks right now.

     I feel someone pull me into them after awhile. Apparently Lestrade had to leave or something. Looking up to see who it was I was shocked to see that it was Sherlock himself. Looking down at me he gives me a small grin before hugging me while we walked to the cab.

"Grace it's going to be OK I promise you." I hear him say as my head buries its self into him again.

"No, no it won't." I sob unable to control it this time.

     With out saying a word after that we ride in silence to the hospital. Once we stop I hear Sherlock say softly that we are here. Getting up I whip my eyes with the back of my hands before exiting the cab. Paying the cabbie we walk into the hospital to see John, Lestrade, Miss. Hudson, and a somewhat bold guy I never meat before.

"Sherlock! Grace!" I hear them all say at the same time as they get up to hug us. Well all but the somewhat bold guy anyways.

"Is she OK? My mother?" I ask with hesitation.

"We don't know yet sweety." Miss. Hudson says coming over to me to give me a hug.

"Hello Brother dear." I hear the somewhat bold guy say after awhile.

"Hello Mycroft." I also hear Sherlock say but with a hint of irritation.

     Stepping away from Miss. Hudson I walk back over to my father. Leaning into him I could tell that Mycroft as he was called looked confused at the action I made.

"Who is this?" Mycroft asks surprised.

"Hi, I'm Grace Holmes." I say looking up at my father with a smile on my lips.

"Sherlock?"

"You heard her it's Grace Holmes. The Daughter of the famous Detective."