The Detective Unwanted Daughter rewrite

Allot of things had changed since Sherlock's death, , Lestrade was still working for the police but he still expect Sherlock to ring or turn up at a crime scene, Mycroft was still the same but seemed to be slimmer, Mrs Hudson missed Sherlock s mess and his hugs but John had the most change he lost his beast friend watched him jump saw him die but the big thing that changed was a little girl was left on the door step of 221B with a note asking Sherlock to look after her, John took her in he got Mycroft to a blood test to see who she was and the results shocked both men the little girl no bigger than three belonged to Sherlock.

The little girl was a mini image of Sherlock her pale blue eyes were piecing her hair was nearly black and had small curls, she had chubby cheeks like most children do no name was left for the young girl John decide to name her Abigail but shorten it to Abby Mycroft made sure all paper were sighed and that little Abby was legal Johns.

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Abby stood and looked out the window of 221B onto the streets of London. She was watching people passing by, deducing them. She knew who was cheating, who lost money. Abby's dad told her to keep it to herself, and not to tell anyone what she could do. He wasn't happy that she could deduce people, it brought him great pain. He shouted her when she deduced his girlfriend, which she did when she was 8, 5 years ago. Her mind was beyond her year. As she stood and looked out she was waiting for one person to come home, as she caught the man with sandy blonde hair she smiled and turned from the window.

John gently walked up the stairs of 221B. It had been 12 long years since Sherlock was gone and he now had Sherlock's 14 year old daughter. He loved her like his own, well, she was his on paper, John told Abby that she was adopted, but never told her that her dad was the one and only Sherlock Holmes, just that her dad was a good man. John opened the door to his home and was met with balloons, the smell of cake, and something else, he then saw Abby standing in the middle of the room with a smile.

"Happy birthday dad" Abby said with a smile.

"Abby" John said his voice stern. Abby's smile dropped.

"I…I thought it would be a nice surprise" Abby's voice was down as her blue/grey eyes looked at him.

John looked at the girl who was wearing her usual clothes, which were a black skirt and a dark purple shirt, and her long black hair was pulled into a side pony tail. John walked further in the room as Abby started to pick up items. John moved forward and grabbed her wrist to stop her

"Thank you" John said "So what have I got for dinner"

"Five bean chilli with nachos" Abby said with a smile.

John gave Abby a big hug before he sat down at the table which was laid out nicely, napkins folded. A lot of effort was put into it into the whole of 221B. John smiled as he watched her dish out their food. He was happy. John's birthday was usually spent putting Abby to bed or giving her to Mycroft to look after as he went to the pub. Abby placed the food on the table as she sat down.

The meal went well. John really enjoyed his birthday and he was surprised that Abby had got him a new stethoscope. He smiled and gave her a big hug. Later John found himself curled up on the sofa with an old film and a slice of Mrs Hudson's cake she made him. John turned to see Abby, who has grown so much from the little girl that was left on the door step all those years ago. She was like Sherlock with her mind and her looks, but she was caring, loving, and showed it. She was reading her kindle. This was the usual, he'd put a film on and Abby would read, or they both watch the film, but these never happened unless her homework was done.

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John smiled. Today was cleaning day and it was Abby's turn. They always take it in turns to clean the flat. He walked to the fridge and plucked up the shopping list. He spotted Abby with her headphones in standing in front of a pile of books as she was dusting the bookshelf.

"I'm popping to the shops won't be long"

"Ok dad"

As John left 221B, walking down the street, he didn't see a figure slip in to his home. Abby smiled as she started placing books back in the shelf. She picked up a pile and placed them on the shelf in front of her. As Abby cleaned she didn't hear the door open or close, the footsteps on the stairs, or the flat door opening. The next thing she knew was a bang to the head and a tall figure on top of her

"Get off" Abby screamed as she struggled against her attacker.

"Did he send you? Hmm a Child? Planting bombs?" the man asked.

"What? Oh god someone hel…" Abby screams were cut off as the man placed his hand over her mouth.

Abby soon found herself tied to one of the dining room chairs, she was scared, her head was hurting, her heart was thumping against her chest, she felt hot tears leaving her eyes trickling down her checks, the man who attack her was now standing in front of her and he was threatening her. Abby kept looking at the man who had dark curly hair and eyes that were a bit lighter than hers.

"I don't know what you want" Abby wept.

"Just admit you work for him" he shouted.

As John walked up the stairs of 221B he smiled, he was going to cook Abby's favourite meal. He was halfway up when he heard Abby cry out and he ran the rest of the way, dropping the bags.

"Abby are you ok?" John asked, concerned. He was scared something big had happened.

John was shocked to see her tied to the chair with a man in front of her. The man turned round and faced John.

"Sherlock"