Sherlock's daughter.

Moriaty

I whirled around.
"Moriaty!?" My father scowled.
"Lookie here. You have a new person I can take from you," he smiled taking a step towards me.
Sherlock's scowl deepened, but it was John who stepped in front of me.
"What do you want?" Sherlock asked.
"I want to see the look on your face when I take everyone for you," He laughed.
"What are you talking about?" John asked.
"I am talking about having Sherlock killed," he spoke.
"That seriously makes no sense," I replied.
Then someone tripped me. My back slamming against the cold concrete. I let out a small scream. Then someone's cold hands pulled my leg into the road. I struggled to get up. A bus separated my side of the street and the side with Sherlock and John.
His hands gripped my wrist pinning my hands behind me.
"SHERLOCK!!!!" I screamed.
He and John darted over to me, but my capture had already thrown me into a car. Rope went around my mouth and hands.

Sherlock P.O.V.~~~~~~~~.

"SHERLOCK!!" I heard Viv-Vi. Scream.
I darted towards her but she was thrown into a car.
"If you want her back follow me," Moriaty yelled.
"If you-" I began.
"If I What?" He asked sitting in a car.
John and I sat in.
We drove to a warehouse. We walked into a room with a couch.
"Sit," he replied.
"I'd rather stand," I spat.
"Fine," Moriaty turned on the tv.
Vi was tied to a chair. My heart sank but was realived she was ok.
A punch flew to her face.
"End this!!!" I yelled.
"Fine," he turned of the screen but left the audio on.
Her screams filled the room. The sound of the chair falling. The thunks of punching and kicks. This continued for 15 mins. I was hopeless to help.
John yelled. I whirled around. A gun was pointed to his head.
"Follow me of John gets it," Moriaty motioned.
I followed him up the stairs. When we finally stopped we were on the roof.
Vi. John.
She was on the side walk with John below us. Both had guns to their heads.
"Are you ok!?" I asked this new protective sound filling my lungs.
She nodded weakly.
"Jump or they die," he pointed.
"What?" I asked.
"Jump of the roof or they die," he spoke again.
"NOW!!!!" He yelled.
I didn't see a way out. There wasn't a way they would be able to survive.
I jumped.

Vi~~~~~~~
"DAD!!!!!!!" I screamed.
John and mine guns were removed. I bolted towards Sherlock. Police officers held me back.
Dad I screamed again and again. I fell to my knees sobbing as if my heart was shattered.

John~~~~~~~
I saw Sherlock jump. I yelled. Vi's piercing heart-ripping screams filled to air. I watched her collapse into the sidewalk. Sherlock was dead. Dead. Dead. I bent down to Vi. She sobbed into my shirt. I held her close. We drove to Baker Street and I helped her up the stairs. She cried on my shoulder until she fell asleep. I laid her softly on the couch. I laid a blanket on her. Tucking her in.

Vi. She would need a guardian. That's why she came to Sherlock. Could I be her guardian? I would be her guardian! If she was ok with it of course....
I sat on the chair and rubbed my face. He was gone. My best friend. Gone.