A noise sounded, causing Macy to look up.

"Lestrade needs us," Sherlock stated; "He's meeting us at the crime scene."

"What happened?" she asked curiously as Sherlock swung his coat over his shoulders.

"Come on, John, you know they're helpless without us. There's a murder on the loose," he mentioned while tying a scarf around his neck. I rolled my eyes.

"Murder cases are the best!" Macy replied coldly and got up from the chair she'd been placed in.

"No, you're 16, you're not coming," John decided quickly. Sherlock looked at his daughter.

"You heard the man. Get out," he ordered.

"What?" I asked confused.

"Sherlock, you're not kicking her out just because we have to go help Lestrade out," John sighed and gestured for Macy to sit down again.

"She's not staying here alone, John," Sherlock argued annoyed.

"Well then it sounds like I'm coming, doesn't it? Besides, I won't be in your way, I'll just go bother Greg instead," she promised.

"Who's Greg?"

"Greg? Greg Lestrade?" Macy asked confused.

"Yeah, he'll never learn that," John told her before handing her her coat.

"Macy! Didn't count on seeing you so soon!" Greg greeted before placing an arm over her shoulder.

"Well, dear old daddy just couldn't bear the thought of being away for me so long," she joked, causing Sherlock to snicker and roll his eyes dramatically.

"What do we have, Lestrade?" he asked as he caught up with his colleague and daughter.

"Murder. No signs of struggle, besides the marks on her neck, leading us to think she was strangled. We'll have to wait for the obituary though," Greg added.

"As always, you have it all wrong," Sherlock snickered.

"And as always, you're being a bit of a drama queen," a woman greeted; "Hello, freak."

"Sally, this is Macy Holmes, Macy, this is Detective Sally Donovan," Greg introduced while Sally Donovan held out her hand. Macy looked at her, but refused to shake her hand.

"Holmes? Relative of his, possibly?" she questioned.

"I'm his daughter," Macy replied quickly; "And while I'm not denying that Sherlock can be a bit of a drama queen, he's in no way wrong, you really have missed everything important."

"His daughter? You surely do sound like him!" Sally Donovan replied offended.

"Well, I'm assuming that's because you see him as someone who does your job for you, something I'll gladly assist with. No signs of struggle? Ha! See the marks there?" she pointed to the doorframe to the house, where surely enough, a few marks were placed; "That right there is her hand. But obviously, that went right past you because she'd been in the middle of taking her gloves when she was grabbed. The glove was ripped entirely off at that point, explaining the missing glove that otherwise should have been among your evidence but I have noticed is not, because it issss." she pushed the heck a bit to the side.

"Aha! Here!" she grabbed the ballpoint pen from Sally Donovan's hand and used it to pick up a black leather glove from the bushes.

"Thanks, Freak Junior," she said sarcastically and received the pen with the glove on it.

"Oh, that was quiiick!" Macy commented and looked at ms Donovan with astonishment.

"What was?" Sally asked uncomfortably.

"Well, you call Sherlock 'freak' because you don't know how to handle your frustration, that's obvious. It's also pretty obvious that you're both intimidated and scared he's more qualified than you, which, by the way, he is.

It didn't take long for you to realise I was a threat as well, though, did it?" she commented. Sally shook her head.

"You don't know what you're talking about, miss Holmes," she warned before leaving with the glove. Macy turned to Greg, who was looking at her annoyed.

"You surely are your father's daughter, aren't you?" Macy sighed and nodded.

"I am, sadly. Would you like me to go over the rest of the scene to find the other stuff you've missed?" she offered and put on the blue gloves Greg handed to you.

"That'd be great, thanks. Maybe at the same time you could lose the attitude," he suggested, causing Macy to laugh loudly before following him into the house.

"I saw that," John uttered almost too low for Sherlock to hear.

"Whatever you think you saw, John, based on previous situations I can close to guarantee that you are wrong," Sherlock promised him, hiding a smile from his closest friend.

"No no, I saw you. You were proud of her, weren't you?" John asked with a knowing smile.

"That's ridiculous, John, I barely know her," Sherlock snickered offended.

"Uhuh," was John's only reply.

A/N Okay so I could either wait and post an actual chapter or make the chapters smaller and post more often, so, for now, I decided to go for the latter since that's what I'd like (plus I have zero patience guys, the fact that I could get my attention span to last long enough to write this A/N is a miracle). 

Then again, I don't think I have any readers... I live a very sad life guys.

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