Sherlock's daughter.

Target!?

John pushed me down to the floor. My phone flew out of my hand. Sherlock picked it up. Detectives went to see where the shot was fired from.

"Correct you are," Sherlock spoke.

"Are you ok?" John asked helping me up.

"Ya," I nodded.

"Correct you are?" Sherlock spoke again.

"What?" I asked.

"The text," He replied.

"How did the killer know? How did he get the number? How did he know we would be here? How did he know she was there?" He pased.

"What?" John asked.

"Him or Her? Her! Her!" Sherlock spoke.

"What?" I asked.

"Her! Revenge. Spies. she knew. Spies. Long rang. Didn't Kill her." HE continued tO talk.
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The room spun. Blurry vision. John's voice fading. Darkness.

I woke up. John was kneeling next to me. Sherlock was still pacing and talking.

"What, What happened?" I asked.

"You fainted. Are you ok?" John asked.

"Yes, Yes I'm ok," I nodded sitting up.

"Did any of the women have a grudge or was left out of the ground?" He asked me.

"No, they were all equally close. Why?" I asked.

"This has to be one of them... Did any one outside of the group know the names?" He asked.

"Um, there was one name I overheard them speaking about, Mori-Moriado?" I spoke trying to remember.

"Moriarty?" John asked.

I nodded.

"No! Him I thought he was dead," The detective asked.

"I'm sorry who?" I asked.

"He is like Sherlock's Nemisis," John replied.

"oh," I nodded.

My phone buzzed again.

"what does it say?" John asked.

"and I will be Mr. Holmes death," Sherlock spoke.

"How does he know that we said that? How -" I was interupted by another buzz from my phone.

"How rude? I almost forgot Vi and John," he read.

"Sherlock mum had a book of weaknessess that her enemies had its at the house<" I spoke.

"hurry then lets go," John ushered out of the room.

"The games afoot." Sherlock spoke.

"Indeed it is,"a voice spoke behind us.