"Moriarty has a daughter?" John chuckled. "That bloody psychopath has a daughter?"
"Well, I'm not actually his. Dad has the official custody, Father was his husband, so I practically have two dads. Had." she said with venom in her voice.
No matter how hard he tried, John couldn't see Moriarty as a parental type. On the other hand, the girl was muscular, her hair was cut rather short and she clearly knew how to use a gun. Perhaps Moriarty's idea was to make her Sebastian's follower, which had a little reason in it.
"Had, before this fucking light head forced him to shooting himself. Dad tried to soothe me by telling me that that way father had what he had wanted for so long. That it was a worthy trade. Trough these three years I slowly started to believe it and Dad began to believe that he believed it. Dad had never been so lost. Not even when he was sent off from army and didn't have a place to go. Father had always fixed it for him. And then he sacrificed himself to kill the one person he had wanted to kill for years. And then, when we're almost gotten over it, this fucking hero appears. Father died for nothing. For absolutely nothing. All because you, fucking Holmes, couldn't play with the rules. He cheated. It's our job to make him pay and go. Save father. And it was my job to save Dad."
Suddenly, John felt bad for the girl. He hadn't ever thought that Moriarty might have someone he loved. Let alone a child. He understood Alexandra's anger. He tried to think what it would've been like if Moriarty had been revealed to be alive before Sherlock returned. But Moriarty had been a bad person. He had killed innocent people for amusement. He had strapped him to Semtex just to impress Sherlock. He had killed an 11-year-old for laughing at him when he was a child. He deserved to die. But John couldn't force himself to fully think that Alexandra deserved. She did try to kill Sherlock just half an hour ago but she was doing it to save her parents. And she was just 16 after all.
"Alexandra is a long name. How your parents call you?" Sherlock asked and John woke from his thoughts. Sherlock typing a text message but it wasn't his own phone. The iPhone cover suggested that it was Alexandra's. John got alarmed.
"Alexis. Father made a nickname out of my nickname and called me Lexi. Why?" she answered.
"Oh, nothing. Just informing your 'Dad' on the flat in the other side of the street that he might want to keep his bullets in." he said, turning his head to the window.
"We should call the police." Lestrade said. John couldn't miss the sad undertone his voice had.
"He'll be out of here before those idiots appear. We're going to use Alexandra to get the upper hand." Sherlock said with a frighteningly genuine smile.
"Yeah, right, as if he'd come after I screw up his plan."
"I say he does." Sherlock held out the phone still grinning.
Alexandra:
Tsk, tsk, Sebastian. As a caring parent you are,
I'm sure you don't start shooting anywhere near
your dear Alexis.
Not especially if every single person around her
is armed.
SH
Dad:
Touch her and you are dead.
Dad:
I'll kill John too if she's harmed.
Dad:
What do you want?
Dad:
Name your price.
"I'd say he's very willing to give whatever we want for his little princess," Sherlock said mockingly.
"We are not kidnapping her." Lestrade stated. John noticed that Alexis's trembling had stopped and she was looking at their direction but her eyes didn't seem to focus on anything.
"Do you have a better idea?" Sherlock angered.
"We're taking her to hospital." Sherlock and Lestrade turned looking to John who was holding the unconscious Alexandra in his arms.