Sherlock's daughter.

Rescue.

~~~ Sherlock~~
I raced up the steps throwing open every door. I froze. A horrifying scream shattering my thoughts.
"JOHN MOLLY UP HERE!!!" I yelled bolting up the steps hearing John's quick pace behind me.
"VIVIAN!!!!" I yelled.

~~~Vivian~~~~
"VIVIAN!"
I heard the voice.
"Let's get out of here!" One man spoke.
"Ya The boss agrees," the other nodded.
They stabbed me in the thigh before bolting.
"HELP!!!" My raw throat screamed.
The door was being slammed against. John, Sherlock, and Molly's voice could be heard. The door shattered into pieces. They ran towards me. Molly untied the ropes. John was assessing my wounds trying to stop the bleeding. Sirens sounded. Sherlock was frozen at my side.

~~~John~~
We got Vivian to a hospital. The doctors don't know if we will make it. She lost so much blood. She had a broken arm. A sprained ankle. But they were most concerned with the loss of blood. If she dies....

Molly~~~
I cried at Vivian's bedside squeezing her hand. She had to make it. She had to.

Sherlock~~~
Vivian. Might. Not. Make. It. I couldn't. If she died. I-I. She can't begone. She can't leave. Vivian. I stood from my hospital chair.
"Where are you going?" John asked.
"There is somewhere I need to be," I spoke.
"Ya, with your daughter!!!" John yelled.
"I can't I'm sorry. I need to be somewhere else," I replied.
"Sherlock!" Molly yelled. I walked out of the hospital.
I walked down to the alley by bakers street.
I slid down the wall. I can't handle this feeling in my chest. I can't handle the pain.

John~~~
"Sherlock!!" Molly yelled.
I can't believe he just left Vivian.
I sat back down.
"Aren't you going to go after him!?" Molly asked.
"Vivian," I shook my head.
She nodded and looked at Vivian's sweet pale face.
"Let me threw! She is my niece!!" Mycroft's voice sounded.
"Mycroft? You have never even met her," I retorted.
"Doesn't mean I don't know about her," he replied.
I gave him my confused look.
"Where is my brother?" He asked.
"I don't know," I replied.
"You need to go find him. Now! Moriaty escapes prison!!"  Mycroft spoke.
"He What!?" I yelled.
"Go! Go! I'll stay with Vivian!!" Molly replied.
I bolted out.
"Sherlock!!!" I yelled as I hit the streets.
I saw someone from his homeless network.
"Sherlock?" I asked.
He pointed to alley way.
"Sherlock!!" I yelled walking over to him.
"Is this what it felt like? Loosing me? Did it hurt this bad? Were you this-this-this afraid? This-this... oh its so horrible John. I'm so sorry. Oh John I'm so sorry," Sherlock spoke rubbing him face... was he wiping away...tears?
"Ya. Sherlock is hurt. It hurt a whole lot. And ya I was afraid. I was so afraid because I didn't have my best friend. But getting you back was the best," I replied sitting next to him.
"But John. I-We might not get Viv-Vi back," He replied.
"I know Sherlock. But we have to be there for her when she does. And Molly lost you once. She can't loose Vi. But if she does, she needs you there with her," I replied.
"Molly?" He replied.
"She was. She was. She was heartbroken. She was devastated. She and Vi wouldn't have been able to get through it without eachother. And I mean I helped but," I replied.
"Molly," he replied smiling.
Was he? Was he!? No he couldn't be blushing. Stupid thought.