Sherlock paced up and down the waiting area in the hospital waiting for a doctor to talk to him about Rosie. John was sat on a chair nervously bouncing his leg. A doctor walked through the door, Sherlock spun on his foot and John looked up.

"Rosie, is awake and everything is ok. No lasting damage and no damage to the brain. She's awake now. You can go and see her if you like." The doctor told Sherlock and John.

Sherlock walked straight out of the door and down to the ward that Rosie was staying on. He walked in and saw his daughter lying there asleep. Sherlock went and sat on the chair beside her bed and let her sleep. He sat on his phone and he sat there for hours whilst Rosie slept. Rosie stirred and woke up. She sat up.

"Ow, my head." Rosie said.

"Oh, good your awake." Sherlock said not looking up from his phone.

"Hi Rosie, glad to see you're ok." She replied sarcastically.

"I know your fine. I saw your arm during the livestream. You rested it on your leg and you put your finger into a circle. Like divers to show you're ok." Rosie went to open her mouth to speak but Sherlock stopped her. "Yes, I saw but only I did. So, how are you?"

"I'm good. Sore. I think that's it. I don't get it, he seemed like such a nice guy dad."

"That's what he's good at making you think one thing but he really means the other. Are you sure you're ok? You went through some pretty harrowing things last night." Sherlock asked.

"I'm fine. I'm going to get some questions over these scars, though aren't I?"

"Probably." Sherlock shifted in his chair.

"I don't get it though." Rosie said through the silence.

"Don't get what?" Sherlock replied.

"Why mum would work for a man like Moriarty. She had done so well with the drugs and then she meets a man like him who puts her back on the drugs. Let herself get so bad again. She was a criminal. She wasn't a bad person. She loved me…at least I thought she did."

"People do stupid things for the people they love. She did love you and maybe she still did love you."

"I'm not so sure. But I have you, John, Mrs Hudson, Mycroft." Sherlock laughed at that name. Rosie rolled her eyes and carried on talking. "Greg. Despite everything with my mum. I loved her and enjoyed everything. She looked after me. But I think I've got used to everything here and I love all the consulting work. I wouldn't change that for the world."

"I'm going to let you rest for a bit."

Sherlock walked back to the waiting room to find John still sat on the same chair. However, this time he was asleep. Sherlock sat down beside John on the chair and found himself falling asleep. Sherlock woke up at the same time as John.

"How long have we been asleep?" John asked still half asleep.

Sherlock checked his watch. "About 4 hours. Come on, let's go find Rosie."

Both men stood up and walked back to Rosie and the doctors were satisfied enough that Rosie could be dismissed. They brought Rosie out to the taxi that was waiting for them. They sat in the taxi in silence whilst they drove back to 211B. Once they arrived they found one of Mycroft's cars parked outside. They left the taxi and climbed the stairs to their shared flat. They found Mycroft sat in one of the armchairs. Mrs Hudson followed them into the room.

"Oh Rosie, dear. How are you feeling?" She said whilst giving her a hug.

"I'm fine. Just a bit sore." Rosie said breaking free.

"How could you let this happen, Sherlock? You only just got her back and you've almost got her killed." Mrs Hudson said telling Sherlock off.

"I wasn't dad's fault. He couldn't have known what was going to happen. That Moriarty and his goons were going to be there." Rosie defended her dad.

"I think perhaps that you should take Rosie downstairs for some food perhaps. I can't imagine that she had eaten much since last night." Mycroft told Mrs Hudson.

Mrs Hudson led Rosie downstairs whilst Sherlock sat in the armchair opposite Mycroft and John sat on the sofa.

"What do you want Mycroft?"

"We don't know what caused the cameras, but we do know it was Moriarty."

"A 5 year old could have told me that. That doesn't lead us to being any closer to finding him and why he's murdering all these people." Sherlock snapped.

"So quick tempered brother mine. I've also been able to track a rough radius of where the livestream was coming from." Mycroft took out a map and lay it on the cluttered kitchen table.

Mycroft explained his findings. He showed John and Sherlock where they had been and drew a circle on the map, indicating the radius that they were working with. He told that there were various small lockups and warehouses that they could be working with. As Sherlock went to get his coat, Mycroft held him back and told him that he had his best people along with Lestrade on the case. Overnight, they had managed to already tackle 3 of the possible 10 locations in the radius. Sherlock just needed to sit tight until they had found something.

Mycroft left John and Sherlock on the passing note that the government would collapse without him. Sherlock couldn't keep still.

"Sherlock." John said to break the silence.

Sherlock ignored him.

"Sherlock listen to me please….I don't think we should take Rosie with us anymore."

Sherlock spun on his heel. "What do you mean?"

"I mean we shouldn't be taking Rosie with us anymore." John reiterated.

"Why ever not." Sherlock insulted by John's comments. "She's the only other one who understands what's happening and is of use."

"Sherlock, her mental health is more important. What happened to her today is enough to scar her not only physically but mentally also. Those scars no her body are going to be a constant reminder of what happened. That could overcome her. It could lead to more serious affects to her. Not only are you her legal guardian, you are her father. You can't do that to her." This was John's medical training speaking.

"What if she wants to be there John. I can't stop her. She has a right to know about her who her mother. I can't stop her from knowing that."

"Your right, you can't stop her from knowing. But you can tell her and keep involved without dragging her from crime scene to crime scene. She's a teenager, she needs to go to school. She needs to learn, make friends, get qualifications. She shouldn't be solving bloody murders dragging up her mothers drug dealer and probably murderer. That's no life for a teenage girl," John was getting more and more wound up. Sherlock was sat in his chair not listening. "Sherlock, listen too me! That girl isn't going to grow up and be you. She is far brighter and just because you led a sheltered life she won't be doing to the same."

Mrs Hudson run into the flat. "What on earth? Me and that poor girl can hear everything you are saying. She's been through enough these past few hours. She doesn't need her father and his best friend fighting."

Sherlock was still sat with his hand steepled sat in his arm chair. John walked out and went downstairs in order to calm down.

"He's got a point Sherlock. You can't keep putting her through his," She knelt down in front of him and placed a hand on his knee. "Listen to me. John is a doctor and he knows what's best for her. Sometimes you should really listen to him. You have helped me and now…I'm just trying to help you."

Mrs Hudson stood up and went back downstairs. Sherlock just sat in his chair and waited. The day turned into night and the sun began to set. John hadn't returned, Rosie was asleep and Sherlock was still sat in his chair – he was waiting for his phone to buzz.

Found it – MH

And? – SH

Nothing. I still think that you should come and have a look at. Tobacco Dock – MH

Sherlock jumped out of his chair and grabbed his coat and scarf. For a brief second, he thought about taking his friends advice but decided that his daughter has a right to know. He went into Rosie's room and woke her up. They both got into a taxi and on the way Sherlock texted John, hoping that he would turn up. The taxi pulled up outside Tobacco Dock and they were escorted by a police car up to the lockup. As they got out the taxi, Sherlock was pleased to see that John had arrived but then he saw the both Anderson and Donovan where there too.

"Freak! Good to see that your able to look after children…. oh wait…. you're not." Anderson and Donovan sniggered.

"Listen here. That man that you so happen to abuse is amazing at what he does. If it wasn't him, you'd probably have both been out of jobs months probably years ago. He has spotted things your tiny minds would never have seen. These cases have been solved because of him. If it had been left to you the wrong people would have known and the wrong people could have been locked up for wrong reasons. As for what happened to me…. there was nothing he could have done. He set up a fool proof plan. That was until he came face to face with one of only two men that have been able to rival his abilities. He couldn't have planned for that. More pressingly, where were you two?" Silence… "I remember now, hiding away and when the time came you'd jump into the light in order to claim the glory as with most of his cases. So, before you decide that you want to jump and take the piss, I suggest you think about what this man has done for you and the abuse he has endured for your glory and success."

Anderson and Donovan stood in silence amazed at what had just come out of a 15 year olds mouth. Rosie turned on her heel and walked into the lockup. John and Lestrade stood around Sherlock.

"Oh she's definetly your daughter." Greg chuckled.

Sherlocks mouth turned upwards into a weak smile.