Sherlock's daughter.

Captured. Vi.

They dragged me into a dark room and left. The room filled a fog. It was blue. I held my breath until I couldn't anymore. I took a breath. My head hurt. I got chills. I coughed. My nose ran. I had a fever, body aches, and chills. What was that stuff. I shook furiously. Black walked in.
"Hello Hello darling!" His high pitched voice sounded.
"What do you w-w-want with me-me-me?" I asked shivering.
"I want you to suffer. Suffer. Suffer. And suffer. Cause the more you suffer the more they suffer," he laughed and left.

~~~John~~
I sat in the cab. We drove and drove and drove and drove.
"Hurry. You need to step on it!" I yelled.
Sherlock starred at the screen with his eyes closed. He was thinking. Josh was bouncing his knee.
"They stopped! They stopped! Sherlock!" I shoved him.
He almost hit me.
"Oh sorry," he spoke as he jumped out of the cab.

~~~Josh~~
I told Sherlock what happened.
We drove and got John then followed her phone. I was so worried. What I had learned about black was that he was heartless. He could be torturing Vi as I thought. I needed to make sure she was ok.

~~~Sherlock~~
I thought.
What did we know about black?
Not much.
Why did he want Vi?
I don't know.
Where is Vi?
I don't know.
What is he doing to Vi?
I don't know.
ARGH! Stupid Stupid!!! STUPID!
Why can't I figure this out?
Shove. I raised my hand.
"Gah! Sherlock we are here!" John jumped.
"Oh sorry," I jumped out.
We raced off into the apartments. We threw open the door. We ran up the stairs. We kicked down the doors. We searched the rooms. I heard a cough. I looked at John. He heard it too. We bolted up the steps I kicked down the door. John would glare and say show off if this wasn't Vi. There we was tied to a chair.