História The daughter of the famous Detective - Epilogue:

A month later...

     I wake up at 221B Baker St. My new home as it was. I was scared at first when my father asked me to come live him and John but now looking back I could laugh. They weren't as bad as they would seem. It's just when Sherlock wants peace and quit you better listen.

     Getting out of bed I hear dishes banging against one another and a couple bloody hell come out of one of the boys mouths. I keep in a little giggle that tries to escape from my mouth as I walk into the kitchen.

"Good morning John."

"Good morning Grace. Do you happen to know were Sherlock is?"

"No why is he not here?"

"Yea."

     I go and sit in my father's chair to think of all the places he could have went. When I go brain dead I hear footsteps then the door open to the flat. Soon walks in Sherlock with a little box in his hand.

"Grace come here."

Confused I stand up and walk over to him. With him grinning he hands over the little box I had in my closet from my last flat I lived in with mother. Looking in it it still had the pictures from before in but it also had a small little puppy to just stepping all over them. Squeling like an idiot I look up at my father with a big fat grin on my face to now.

"Happy Birthday Grace Holmes." He says before wrapping his arms around me tightly.

John soon walks over with a little cupcake sitting in his hand. I know he bought it but it's the thought to me that counts. He hands it to me and I smile as I take a small bit from the side of it.

"You should be proud Grace."

"Why?"

"Because your the beloved daughter of the famous Detective."