Sherlock's daughter.

Scolded

"How dare you take her to the hospital? You both could have been killed!" He yelled.
"Relax. We knew the whole time what was going on," Sherlock hung up his coat.
"What!? You knew! And you still went!" John yelled.
"Yes of course," I shrugged taking Rosie from Mary after giving her a hug.
"Why? Why! On bloody earth would you go then!" He yelled.
"Because that's what Josh's grandpa well really it was my aunt. But that's what they wanted," I shrugged.
"WHAT!" John yelled.
Sherlock smiled. He liked when John went all protective idiot father on us. 
"Yes John. We needed have her think she was ahead," he replied.
"EXPLAIN!" He yelled.
"Well. Black or whatever her name is is actually my aunt. And my aunt and Moriarty were in love," I began.
"Are," Sherlock corrected.
"Right," I began.
"Were. He is dead," John replied.
"Actually. Um. He isn't. He is perfectly alive," I spoke baby talk as if I was talking to Rosie.
"WHAT!" He yelled.
"Moriarty is alive?" Mary asked.
"Yes," Molly nodded.
"How? I thought he blew his own brains out? Wait no that was the first time,"
"I thought Vi shot him?" Greg spoke.
"I did. But Kevlar and he faked it again," I sighed.
"So he is back. Him and your sister are in love. And your sister is black? Did I miss anything?" John asked.
"She is targeting vi. And she brain washed Josh's grandpa. And is in control other prison island but that's about it," Sherlock shrugged.
John got that face that he did when things like this happened. 
"You both could have been killed. You know that don't you!" He yelled.
"But John! We weren't! I'm ok! We are ok! But right now you need to listen to me! To us!" I yelled.