Sophia Holmes and the Reichenbach Fall (Sherlock's Daughter Fanfic) *Completed*

John gets a call a little while later and I watch anxiously as he lowers the phone and switches it off.

"So, still got some friends on the Force," John says. "It’s Lestrade. Says they’re all coming over here right now, queuing up to slap on the handcuffs: every single officer you ever made feel like a tit, which is a lot of people."

Mrs Hudson knocks on the door with her customary "Ooh-ooh!", still dressed in her nightwear. "Oh, sorry, am I interrupting?" she asks, clearly sensing the tension. Dad rolls his eyes and looks away so she turns her attention to John. "Some chap delivered a parcel. I forgot. Marked ‘Perishable’ – I had to sign for it." John takes the jiffy bag from her and I immediately notice the red seal and walk over to see. "Funny name. German, like the fairytales."

Dad joins me as John pulls out the contents as multiple sirens approach outside. John holds out the gingerbread man so we can see it properly and I notice it's a strange colour having been burned.

"Burnt to a crisp," dad voices, calling back to what Moriarty had said about burning him. This is it. The cars have pulled up outside and the doors slam shut as they start getting out.

"What does it mean?" John asks as the doorbell rings and they begin pounding on the door knocker. Somebody's obviously aware we have a troubling relationship with doorbells.

"Police!" they call and dad and I exchange looks.

"I’ll go," Mrs Hudson says quietly, turning and hurrying down the stairs as they continue to knock.

"Evening, Mrs Hudson," Lestrade says calmly as I hear several people enter downstairs.

"Sherlock!" Donovan calls up the stairs. "We need to talk to you!"

John stiffens, army mode clicking in as he puts the gingerbread man back in the envelope and putting it on the table before heading out of the flat to confront them.

"Don’t barge in like that!" Mrs Hudson calls angrily as we start to hear feet bounding up the stairs. I take in a deep breath and begin putting my coat and scarf on, and dad does the same beside me. It's better to have a picture of us being calmly taken away as opposed to one of us resisting.

John is blocking the stairs to stop them going any further. "Have you got a warrant?" he demands. "Have you?"

"Leave it, John," Lestrade replies softly.

"Really!" Mrs Hudson protests, following them up. "Manners!"

They push past John and soon one armed officer is cuffing dad, another one standing behind me, holding my hands together behind my back but clearly I haven't pissed off enough people to warrant handcuffs.

"Sherlock Holmes and Sophia Holmes, I’m arresting you on suspicion of abduction and kidnapping," Lestrade says.

John gestures towards dad while looking at Lestrade while the officer pulls dad's left hand behind him to cuff the other wrist. "He’s not resisting," John protests angrily.

"It’s all right, John," dad says softly but John shakes his head.

"He’s not resisting," he says again. "No, it’s not all right. This is ridiculous."

"Get them downstairs now," Lestrade orders the two officers and we're marched out the room. Mrs Hudson stands by the door, nearly in tears.

"It'll be okay, Mrs H," I say reassuringly. "We'll get this sorted." She puts a gentle hand on my shoulder but I'm pushed past her.

He lets me walk down the stairs alone and we meet what must be the Chief Super Intendant at the bottom. I glare at him and he watches me pass, his lip curling into a sneer.