Jenny Smith-Holmes

Chapter 1: How It all Started

3RD P.O.V.
"This is 999, how may we help with your emergency?" A women's voice answered calmly, almost bored even.
"There is a fire!" A woman screamed frantically into the phone.
"Please ma'am, calm down. What is the address?" The 999 women began to ask still sounding bored.
"889 Collins Road!" the women said seeming to calm down a little.
"Thank you ma'am, a fire engine is on its way, with 2 ambulances, and the police." The women said starting to get even more bored.
"Thank you so much Miss, good-bye."
Sure enough, a few moments later, the sirens started wailing. Bright lights flashed and fire engines, ambulances, and about 7 police cars raced down the street. The women looked relieved, and let out her breath.
The fire was out almost immediately, and the woman was taking in for questing. The firefighters took off into the building to see if there were any survivors. They found 2 dead adults, one male and one female, and a dead cat.
One of the firefighters went into a room that looked untouched by the fire. The room looked like a nursery for a girl. The firefighter quickly searched the room when he found the 4 year old girl wrapped up in a blanket lying on the floor.
Without hesitating the firefighter grabbed her and run from the building. As he was running out, he looked for an ambulance and saw Detective-Inspector Lestrade talking to that weird 'consulting detective' and his friend; Sherlock and John are what he thought their names were.
He realized that he was still holding the child in his arms wrapped in a dark blue blanket. He sighed with a heavy breath and walked over to Lestrade.
The firefighter tapped Lestrade on his shoulder, making him turn around to talk.
"What is it?" he asked in a kind of impatient manner, but yet still nice.
"Sir, we found this child in the building. What do you what me to do with it?" he asked in a heavy Scottish accent.
"Take it to the ambulance to have it inspected for injury." He said calmly. The firefighter nodded okay, and started walking towards an ambulance. He had given the child to a paramedic, and walked away to do his job.
He suddenly heard the paramedic yell to Lestrade. The firefighter ignored it and walked towards the building.
Lestrade came running to the paramedic's side along with Sherlock and John. The paramedic quickly gave something to Lestrade to inspect.
Lestrade looked down at the envelope in his hands and gave it to Sherlock for it was addressed to him. Sherlock stared at it in confusion, and began to slowly open it.
This is what it said:

Dear Sherlock Holmes,
Please take care of our daughter, for we cannot do care or her ourselves anymore. We lead dangerous lives and cannot have our child with anymore. Please, you are our last hope. Whatever you decide is up to you weather you keep her or not. Just please do not put her in an orphanage. Keep her along your side, you will find that she is very clever. Her name is Jenny, Jenny Smith. Take care of her, Sherlock, please.
-D+R

Sherlock stared at it in confusion, but finally it began to sink in. He decided to take the child back to the flat, but only for a few days, and that John was going to care for her.

"Lestrade, we are taking the child, good-bye." Sherlock said taking the sleeping child in his arms. Both Lestrade and John (and about every police man and women within earshot) stared at him in shock. John snapped out of it first and so did Lestrade.
"Sherlock, you can't just take a child." Lestrade mumbled with slight confusion in his words.
"Yes, but where would she go? Her parents did ask me to care for her." Sherlock said in his usual arrogant tone.
"What...when?" Lestrade ask again growing more confused every minute.
Sherlock who was getting annoyed took the letter out of his pocket and handed it to Lestrade. Lestrade read it and sighed.
"Fine Sherlock. But only for a few nights." Lestrade huffed.
"Of course, what am I going to do with a child?" Sherlock said in his usual arrogant tone. Sherlock started to walk away from the shocked faces of the police with John by his side when the child began to stir. The child stretched without opening her eyes, she placed her arms around Sherlock's neck and buried her face into his shoulder.
Sherlock seemed a bit surprised by this, which made John laugh a bit. Sherlock just turned his head towards him to give him a violent death glare and continued to walk.
John was watching Sherlock carry the little girl, and that's when she noticed how much she looked like Sherlock.
Her hair was about the same length as Sherlock's (although this was probably due to her age), it was also the same jet black color in tight, messy curls. Her face was a pale white with high cheekbones. Her eyes were shut tightly with her long, curled eyelashes smashed together. She was loosely wrapped in a dark blue blanket that was a perfect match to Sherlock's scarf, which the child buried her head into. If John didn't know any better, he would have thought that is girl was Sherlock's daughter.
Sherlock noticed that John was staring at Jenny. What did he think of her? Sherlock quickly ignored the thought, deleting it from his mind palace, and called a cab.
Sherlock, John, and Jenny slid into the cab, John gave directions to the cabbie, and they drove off in silence. Jenny curled up into a ball in Sherlock's arms while he stared intently out of the window. John looked on at the two lost in thought. But one of his many thoughts was that the girl should be in a car seat while in a car. John just shook his head at the thought.
When they arrived at 221b Baker Street, Sherlock got out, still carrying the girl and walked into the flat, leaving John to pay the cabbie, as usual. Sherlock took the stairs 2 at a time and entered the flat. Without taking his coat or scarf off, he walked into his room with Jenny. He pushed the door open with his foot and laid the sleeping girl on the bed. He gently laid the dark blue blanket on her and started to walk out into the hall, leaving the door open just a crack, just in case.
John was putting his jacket on to leave again when he noticed Sherlock coming out of his room still in his coat and scarf. Sherlock walked past him to take off his things, then walked in to the kitchen to catch up on his experiments.
John sighed knowing that his curiosity was getting the better of him. "Sherlock, who was that?" John asked knowing he would probably not get an answer.
"Jenny Smith." Sherlock replied staring into a microscope.
"Why is Jenny here, Sherlock?" John asked looking into the kitchen where Sherlock was sitting. This time Sherlock ignored him.
When John realized that Sherlock wasn't going to answer him, he left the flat to go on a date with Sarah. Sherlock looked up to see John exiting the flat, then turned his attention to his experiments once again.
About an hour later, Sherlock was still up doing experiments, and John had returned from an unsuccessful date without Sherlock noticing. Jenny was still in Sherlock's room asleep, but then she started to stir.