I saw Sherlock Holmes yesterday, and throughout the movie, I kept thinking how scenes would go if Holmes had a teenage daughter. So, here it is roughly how the events in the movie played out. I do not own Sherlock Holmes or any of the characters minus Abby, she is my creation. And I may add a few here and there. So, here it is.

P.S. my French is terrible, but I did the best I could with the translations, so sorry if they are not exact.

The star lights were shinning down on her as she rounded the corner of South 21st Street. As she took every step, she stopped and listened for any sound that might indicate anybody following her. The buildings around her were cold, dead looking. Entering the building to her left, she took the stairs down to a small balcony area that looked over an extremely disturbing sight.

There, standing in a group around a girl, who was laying on a stone slab table looking like she was having a seizure, with jet black hair and a white silk dress, were about seventeen or eighteen men dressed in black robes that covered their bodies from head to toe. The leader, the man standing over the girl, was muttering something unintelligible. She pulled the strand of her dark brown hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. Her chesnut colored eyes glowed in excitment.

Suddenly, she heard a shout coming from the south side of the room. Turning her attention to the sound, she saw Watson running across the room, throwing punches and firing guns left and right. Smiling, she ran down a flight of stairs to her left and landed between two of the goons. They turned toward her, each with a sick little smile on their faces.

"Hey little girl. You want us to help you get out of here?" the one on the left asked, heading toward her little by little. She scowled, which turned into an evil smile. She reached into the pocket of her overcoat to produce a small dagger with a highly decorated handle. She whipped it out and pointed it at the man's throat.

"Tais-toi et marche arrière."(Ok, this roughly translates to Shut up and back off in French.) she said before attacking them. The man on the left attacked her while she stabbed the man on the right. He held her from behind as she struggled, she tried not to scream, but she felt the guy point a gun to her back. She let out a high pitch shriek that caused the guy to jump. When he jumped, she swung around and hit him in the face with her fist. He fell down; where she kicked him over and over till she was sure he couldn't hurt her. She turned around to see another man in black standing not five feet away from her. He swung and hit her in the mouth, causing her to fall onto the ground. He walked over to her and stared at her. She couldn't get a good look at his face, but he defiantly had a beard. Grey by the look of it. He pulled out a knife from his pocket and held it above her.

"Préparez-vous à mourir."(Again roughly translates to Get ready to die) he said with a grin. She closed her eyes, waiting to feel the impact of the knife to hit her body. Out of no where, she heard the guy gasp, and a sound like a tree falling in the forest. She opened her eyes and looked up. There, stand right over her, was Watson.

"I thought we told you to stay outside." he said as he pulled her up. She brushed her dress off of the dust and dirt and looked at him, a sarcastic smile gracing her lips.

"Where's the fun in that?" she said with a smile. Watson just shook his head.

"WATSON!!!!" The two people turned to see Sherlock Holmes, fighting with the leader of the group. Watson turned toward her and stared at her angrily.

"Stay." he commanded before running to help his friend. She sighed, counted to twenty-five, and ran over to help out the gallant duo. She pulled a gun out of the pocket of her dress and walked up behind Holmes. The master saw her and paused for a minute.

"Abigail Holmes, what an unexpected surprise." he said in a low, gruff voice she swore she recognized. Sherlock turned around and stared at her with an angry, yet surprised look on his face.

"What part of stay in the carriage didn't register?" he asked while he swung at the leader.

"The stay part." she said. Sherlock frowned and continued to swing. Abby, pushed trough the two and kicked the leaded in the groan, causing him to cry out in pain and fall to the ground. Watson turned to look at her.

"How very ladylike Abby." he said with a slight grin. She curtsied to him and laughed. Her father on the other hand, looked extremely unhappy.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you boy-o" Abby heard the police chief say with a laugh. She turned to see him standing over one of the goons, who was reaching for a fallen gun. She cracked a smile and turned toward her dad and Watson. They were standing next to the fallen leader, who they had in handcuffs and on his knees.

"So, who we got here Watson?" she asked. He looked at her and gave her a smile, before he pulled off the mask. There, in the flesh, was Lord Blackwood.

"Mary Mother of God." the chief said walking up behind her. She couldn't move, for she couldn't believe her eyes. It was Lord Blackwood, a man who had tried to help Abby secure her engagement; he killed five women and tried to make it six. She couldn't believe it.

"Get him out of my sight." Chief said to the closest officer. He lifted the Lord off his feet and walked him out of the room. When he pasted her, he paused and looked at her, an evil smile gracing his lips. He leaned over to her and whispered.

"Save yourself little girl. Don't listen to the pathetic father of yours anymore. Things are changing, for the better of the people. Believe." Something about the way he said it made Abby almost believe it. She had to shake her head many times before she snapped out of it.

"This woman needs a hospital right now!" Watson yelled.

"Get her in the back of the Maria." Chief yelled. Two police officers lifted her up and took her up the stairs. Watson walked over to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, looking at her worriedly.

"You alright?" he asked worriedly. She nodded to her godfather, before walking over to her dad, who was talking to the police chief. He turned to her and gave her an angry expression.

"Your upset." she said shortly. He nodded. "Would it help if I said I was sorry?" she said kindly. He shook his head.

"You made a stupid choice tonight Abigail." he said, causing her to cringe. He only used her full name if she was in a lot of trouble. "You could have been killed. When I heard you scream, I panicked, thinking you had been stabbed or shot." he sighed. She stared at him, unable to break her gaze with her father, who was almost never upset. He leaned down to look at her at eye level. "I never want you to do that to me again. Understand?" he said. She nodded, which in turn caused him to nod. "Excellent." he walked over to Watson and the Chief, Abby behind them.

"Well, Good job Holmes; you caught the bad guy again." Chief said.

"All in a day's work." Sherlock said, at the exact time Abby said.

"My pleasure Chief." Sherlock just stared at her, giving her a ticked of expression.

"So, Blackwood going to get hung for all of this right?" Abby asked curiously. Chief nodded.

"He killed five women and tried to kill another, do you really think that he will live through that?" he said calmly. Abby shook her head. A nearby officer came by and handed the Chief the morning's paper. "Thank you Marcus." he said opening it. "Hm…" he muttered.

"Why'd you go 'hm'?" she asked

"It seemed you made the front page." he said.

"I always make the front page, you say it as though it never happens." she said confused.

"I don't think you'll like this headline my girl." he said handing her the paper. She looked at the headline and groaned. There, in big bold black letters were the words that would ruin her day.

Son of British Prime Minister Engaged to Daughter of Scotland Yard Detective.

"We are not engaged! He hasn't even brought it up yet!" she practically shouted. Sherlock took the paper from her and read the article.

"Why did you say 'yet'? Are you expecting him to ask?" Watson asked curiously. Abby blushed.

"No." she said shortly.

"It says you two have been seen out at several parties and balls with his parents." her dad said putting down the paper. "Strange how I've never met this boy."

"You will." Abby said shortly, snatching the paper away. "I just need to find the right time to let you meet him. And, make sure it's a day your sober and behaving."

"When am I ever drunk and/or not behaving?" he asked her. Abby gave her a 'Are you serious' look.

"Isn't sixteen a little young to be thinking of marriage?" Watson asked.

"No." Abby said

"Mr. Holmes, Watson, and Ms. Holms, a picture for the paper?" a reporter asked. The Chief and Watson smiled, but, just before the camera flashed, Sherlock put his hat over his face, and Abby the paper. She wasn't a people person. Not in the least bit. And people say I'm like my father.