Sherlock's daughter.

Mycroft.

The nurse came bounding around the corner.
"Doctor! She is alive! The bullet it was covered with a vital cloaking agent! We are lucky she survive the cpr!" She yelled.
Her family let out a relived sigh. Their Vi was ok. She was ok.
"She lost blood. And well. She will need rehab before she gets back into any form of action. At least a month," He spoke.
John Sherlock Josh and Molly brushed past him. They needed to see vi. Mary stayed to listen.

~~Vi
My head swirled as new smells and blinding lights came into view. I didn't know how long I could keep consciousness I used my strength to drum my fingers. Darkness.

~~John~~
Mycroft? Why would she spell Mycroft in Morse code? Unless. What if Mycroft has her shot!? What if she was trying to give us a clue?
I jumped up from the chair and ran into Sherlock.
"Ah! Oh I was just looking for you! I need to borrow your phone!" I spoke.
"Why?" He asked.
I reached in his pocket and pulled out his phone.
Dialing Mycroft.
"Did you do it!" I asked as soon as the ringing stopped.
"Oh John. How is Vi?" He replied.
"Did you do it!" I asked again.
"Do what?" He asked.
"You know exactly what!" I yelled.
"Do what? Oh for heaven's sake what are you talking about!" He asked.
"Did you-" I began.
"John! John! She is waking up!!" Molly yelled.
"I have to go!" I spoke gruffly and hung up.
I bolted into the room.

~~~Vi~~
My head swirled. My eyes fluttering open. I sat up. Then quickly laid back down.
"Vi? Vi?" Sherlock spoke.
"Sherlock! Sherlock! No! You died!" I spoke.
"What?" John asked.
"No! You died!" I spoke again.
"No! No! Vi! It's me!" Sherlock practically begged.
"No! I remember it was yesterday! No no!" I spoke.
"Vi. Vi. It's me! That was ages ago. Oh please! Oh please remember me," he begged.
I laughed slightly but it hurt.
"You little!" Sherlock groaned.
" ha ha that's payback for dying," I grinned.
"So I take it you are feeling better then?" John asked.
"Ya I guess a little. I still don't really know what happened. I was shot then blackness," I nodded
"You don't remember anything after that?" John asked.
I drummed my fingers.
"Nope," I replied.
"Well they just took you into surgery that's all," he smiled.
I nodded.
I drummed my fingers again.
John play along.
Mycrofts men use specific guns with specific bullets. They are thin and long.
John drummed his fingers.
How do you know that those are what shot you.
I drummed my fingers.
Really John? Entry size wound. Impact. Amount of precision. Amount of blood etc.
He drummed his fingers.
Why not tell Sherlock?
I drummed.
We need more evidence. We need to be sure.
He drummed.
Ok. But you will be staying here. You need to recover!
I drummed my fingers.
What!? Ughhh Fine!
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I didn't lie. The nurse saved her! Hahaha. Sorry but I wanted to know what you guys would do😂 love you.