Sherlock's daughter.

The Game is on.

It had been a week. There was still no change in Vi's condition. The doctors said that they might have to pull her off of life support. John gave them an earful. They all sat around her. John was so scared he would loose his daughter.
Sherlock was scared he would loose his Vi.
Molly was scared she would loose her best friend.
Josh was scared he would loose his love.
Mary was scared she would loose her sweet hunny.
Mrs. Hudson was scared to loose her honorary granddaughter.
Mr. and Mrs. Holmes were afraid of loosing the grand daughter they didn't know they had.
Quinten and Mycroft were afraid to loose their niece.
And Irene was afraid to loose her protection.
Vi lay there lifelessly. Not knowing that her family was afraid to loose her. Not knowing she was in danger of being lost. A moan came from Vi. They all leaned in. Josh called for the doctor. They all waited anxiously. Vi moaned again. She sat straight up and immediately began to talk.
"Where am I!? What happened!? Sherlock! John!" She hugged them both.
"Hey your ok. We found you in Tied to a chair. Black took you remember?" John asked.
"Ya," she nodded.
"Well he injected you with a plague," John spoke.
"How long have I been out!?" She asked.
"7 days 5 hours and 43 minutes," Sherlock spoke.
She smiled.
"Wait!! A week! No we don't have much time!" She jumped out of the bed. John grabbed her.
"Where to you think your going?" He asked.
"Bakers St!! The game is on!!!!" She yelled pushing past him. She bolted out of the hospital dodging nurses. And ignoring her families calls.
"She gets that from you!" John spoke annoyed at Sherlock.
"Yes I know," he smiled and raced after her.