Sherlock's daughter.

Calm Down

Vi drifted peacefully off to sleep as they continued to drive. Sherlock had been in his mind palace for almost an hour. The car still continued to drive until finally it came to a stop. We were stopped at a motel.
"Are you sure we should check into a hotel?" Molly spoke quietly.
"We don't really have another option now do we?" Mary replied rocking Rosy.
"I suppose so." Molly replied.
"Mmm. No. Not a good idea," she rock spoke, opening his eyes for the first time in an hour.
"No?" John asked.
"No. Vi has a gun shot wound. Checking into a motel of all places is beyond suspicious." Sherlock shook his head.
"What do you suggest?" Mary asked.
"Something that won't be counted as suspicious." Sherlock replied turning around in his seat.
"What are you looking for?" John asked.
"Hm. Nothing. Turn right ahead please." Sherlock nodded.
Vi shifted in her seat, placing her head on Josh's shoulder.
He smiled.
John eyed him. As they turned down the road, the road quickly turned into dirt, then to grass.
"Sherlock?" Molly asked.
"Keep going." He nodded.
She followed his instructions, blindly. Trusting him. Often like how love is.
They make it to a tall abandoned cabin. Stepping out of the car, as they make their way to the cabin, Sherlock is flooded with memories of a past.
"What is this place Sherlock?" Mary asked, flicking on the light switches revealing furniture and other things. Much what you would expect.
"A summer home. Mycoft built it a while ago. For summer and things. I don't know. But it should work. At least until Vi is healed." Sherlock nodded, hopping over the table and laying on the couch.
"Sherlock? I think there is a bigger issue. What are we going to do exactly about what's going on?" John raised his eyebrows, his voice going into the familiar tone.
"Wait. Relax." Sherlock replied.
"What?" John exclaimed.
"He is right." Mary nodded, opening the fridge for Rosie.
"Right? Right! We cannot just sit here while they plan who knows what!" He shouts.
"It's okay. We will figure this all out." Sherlock replied, shaking his head slightly.
"IT IS NOT OKAY! THEY SHOT HER! THEY ALMOST KILLED HER!" He shouted.
"Yes." I finally spoke, gripping Josh's hand.
"Yes?" John whirled around.
"Yes. And I agree with Sherlock. We need to remain calm." I nodded.
"CALM??" He exclaims.
"Yes calm. Goodness sakes John didn't you hear them." Mary replies, bouncing rosy.
"Why am I the only one reacting!" He exclaims.
"Hun, go outside. Relax okay," Mary replies.
He nods and walks outside.
"You don't happen to think Mycroft has any Poptarts do you?" I chime in.
"It's Mycroft," Sherlock laughs, walking over to a cabinet and pulling out a box.