Sherlock's daughter.

Kimly

We got in a taxi.
"Where-Where are we going?" He asked.
"To the Morg to see Molly. There had to have been a body. So I called and she has the body that was supposed to be your grandpas," he replied.
"Oh," he replied.
"Hey don't worry. We will figure this out," I smiled and squeezed his hand.

~~~~John~~~
How could Sherlock be so calm!? A male! With Vi!!! How could he be so calm!!! How!!! I glared at him. Pain to my rib.

~~~~Sherlock~~
"OW!!!" John yelped.
I smiled.
"Bloody-" he began.
"Stop glaring," I whispered.
"Glaring!? I'm not glaring!!" He yelled.
"Shhh!" I grinned.
"Your really enjoying this aren't you," John spoke.
"Yes. And I will enjoy it until they make physical contact," J smiled.
"Well I wouldn't look now," he replied pointing.
I glanced. Hands. No.
"Vi!" I yelled.
She jumped releasing his hand.
"Ya," She asked.
"We are here," I opened the door and got out. They followed. The door was open. The lock was broken.
"Molly?" Vi called out.
"Hello?" John asked.
"Molly!!" I yelled.
I turned the corner to see Molly unconscious on the floor. Blood. I ran and slid next to her picking up her head and setting it on my lap.
"No! Molly! Please don't be dead! JOHN! JOHN!" I yelled.
He, Vi, and Josh came bolting in.
"John! John!" I yelled.
He knelt down and was analyzing.
"Molly! Molly can you here me? Where does it hurt?" He asked after feeling for a pulse.
She moaned in pain.
"Molly. Hey stay with me here. Where does it hurt?" I asked.
She moaned again.
"Head....." she spoke.
After a few moments she sat up, but she was still leaning on me.
"Molly. Molly who did this? Was is Moriaty?" I asked.
She shook her head slightly.
"He-He said his name was-was Kimly," She moaned.

~~~~Vi~~
"Kimly," I froze. I was no longer a 17 year old girl. I was a 6 year old girl. I was squeezing my mum's hand as I walked down a cold dark hallway. I had a work out leggings. My mum waited outside the door. Shakily, I reached for the door as I opened it and slipped inside, I didn't know, what I had just done.