Sherlock's daughter.

Really Truly Gone

Sherlock~|~~~~~~~~~
I flew out the doors, leaving John gapping in the hallway.
I turned down the sidewalk and hailed a cab. I slid in and gave him the address Irene had given me. What did she want? She had just shot vi. The one thing that she truly seemed to care for. What was her move? What was her move? I thought. I shook my head and glanced out the window. I noticed someone walking. Dark jeans tight. A black fur coat. Brown hair. Irene.
"Pull over here," I spoke.
The car pulled up to the side walk and I opened the door.
"Irene Adler," I spoke, raising my brows.
"Mr. Holmes," she smirked.
I stared at her. Here was the woman who had tried to take vi from me.
"Mind if I join you?" She asked, her voice still that soft tone.
"Course not," I said, sliding over as she slides in.
"So Sherlock dearest, are you hungry?" She asked.
"No," I said, already know where she was going.
"Me either. Let's have dinner," she smirked.
"I'm not hungry. And if I was, I would eat it with my fiancé no offense of course," I spoke.
"Fiancé? Molly hooper? Oh please," she begins.
"Oh please what? She is my fiancé," I spoke, protection filling my voice.
At first she just smirked, then she looked taken a back.
"You, you love her?" She spoke, shocked then returned to her character, "oh well look at that, the detached Mr. Holmes found himself attached."
I ignored her comment.
"I want to know why you would try and kill Vi. What are you planning? What do you want?" I asked.
She sashays towards me. Smiling what she thinks is seductively.
"Me? Oh hunny wouldn't you like to know. Unfortunately I only tell over dinner. And as for why I would want to kill Vi? I didn't kill her did I?" She smirked.
"No, not yet," I spoke, thinking of Vi's pale body laying on the ground.
"So, who said I wanted to have her killed?" She asked.
"You sent your daughter Lillian after her. She shot her," I shouted.
"Yes she shot her. Didn't kill her," she did a clicking noise as one often does to show a child they have done wrong, "tsk tsk."
"She did, for 3.8 minutes. 3.8, the human brain can only go three minutes without oxygen without their being a risk for brain damage. She was dead for 3.8 minutes. Lillian did kill her." I correct.
Irene shrugs, "she isn't dead at the moment now is she Sherlly."
At the mention of that memories came back.
Miss me?
Moriarty. Get. Out. Of. My. Head.
I turn back to Irene. Then an idea sparks in my mind.
"So you didn't meant to kill her?" I asked.
"Why would I want to kill my daughter? You may have won custody but, I raised her," she shrugged.
"Ah," I nodded. I turned around hands behind my back.
My phone rings.
Molly Dearest is calling.
"Do you mind?" I asked.
"Not at all," she shrugged.
I answered.
"Hello love," I answered.
"Sherlock oh Sherlock. Oh dear. She is gone. Sherlock they couldn't save her. They couldn't bring her back. Oh Sherlock she's really.. she's really gone," Molly answered sobbing.
I placed her on speaker phone, tears filling my eyes.
"Aree you sure darling? Are you sure she is  gone?" I asked.
"Of course I'm sure Sherlock! She is really gone. The the the the doctor just came out. Both lungs collapsed and she She she went into shock," she cried.
"I'll be right there," I hang up.
"I have to go," I turned towards the door.
"I'm coming with you," Irene hesitated.
"What?" I shouted.
"You may have custody but, I raised her! I love her Sherlock. She is my daughter. I'm coming," she yelled.
"You killed her!" I shouted back.
"It wasn't supposed to happen like that! It... wasn't she was supposed to be okay!" She walked infront of me running out to the cab.
I text Gavin or whatever his name is- Hospital NOW