City of Westminster, W1
London can be a fantasising place, but it can also have trouble, have murder, have death
And there is one person in the whole of London, who is the greatest detective of all those things
He lives in Baker Street, a small little road with houses stuck together and a little café
221b
That is the number of the house this great detective lives in
He also lives with his friend, whom writes a blog about all the crimes they solve together
The detectives friend had a little baby girl about a year ago that goes by the name of Rosie Watson
One day a woman showed up at the door claiming to see the detective and Mrs. Hudson let them in, thinking it was a client
The woman was not a client but only she could the mother of his only child
She stomped up the stairs loudly making sure the men in the house knew there was someone here to see them
She crashed open the door and found Rose in her dads arms, she looked at him to ask where is the other one and he just nodded to the kitchen; speechless about what she was holding in front of her chest
"Sherlock Holmes!" She shouted, not even thanking the man in the living room
"Not now! Can't you see I'm busy John." He comments not taking his eyes away from the microscope
"U-uh Sherlock, I, Uh, I don't think.." John stammers trying to get his friend to listen
"I don't think you want to be doing that." The woman's voice spoke softy but a hint of evil in it
Sherlock's head comes back slowly his eyes not meeting the woman but looking straight in front of him
The poor man recognises that voice anywhere, this woman is no ordinary woman
She walks up the him agonisingly slow, her heels clicking against the wood below her
She bends down. Handing him the child and puts her mouth up to his ear
"I'm in trouble"
She whispers and in seconds she is gone with two men baffled at what had just happened
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Rydia Holmes || Sherlock
Fanfiction"Rydia you are just like your father.. rude, cocky, impatient and sweet at the same time"
