The Detectives Daughter

Chapter 16: The Great Game: IT creep

  ~ Brooke's POV ~

I hobbled down to the lab to where Dad was, it took longer than normal but after a good couple of minutes I finally made it!

"Hey!" I greeted Dad as I walked in.

Dad looked at me and smiled. "Are you alright?" He asked as helped my up onto the side.

I nodded. "It's a bit sore but at least I can walk on it," I told him.

Honestly I'm not sure what I'd do if I couldn't walk on. I was a pretty active person and going on cases was a big part of my life... Argh maybe I would have had to stay at Mycroft's place?

He gently kissed my head. "I'm glad you're okay," He told me softly.

I smiled and looked at the microscope. "So what'cha doing?" I asked curiously.

Dad handed me a shoe, well a trainer...

"What's this got to do with anything?" I asked in confusion.

Is their a bomb in the shoe?

"It was in 221C," He stated then pulled out a pink phone....

I frowned. "That's from the study in pink case!" I stated. "The police should have that!"

"It's an exact double," He told me. "Our bomber has created a game, he's left clues which is the shoe and when I solve I'm it the hostage he has will be set free."

"He has hostages?" I asked in shock.

Dad nodded as John walked in.

"Hey Brooke, how you doing?" John asked.

I raised my leg. "Broken," I told with a bright smile.

"Honestly only you could go that extra mile!" He said with a soft chuckle and a shake his head then he turned to look at Dad. "So who do you suppose it is?"

"Hm?" Dad asked not really playing attention.

*PING*
Dad's text alert went off and ignored it.

"The crying women on the end of the phone," John added.

Dad nodded. "Yes she's just a hostage no lead there," He told him.

I sighed. "I don't think he meant that," I mumbled.

"Well we can't do anything!" Dad told me.

*BEEP*
Suddenly the computer beeped, 'NO MATCH' appeared on the screen.

"Are you trying to trace the bomber?" I asked curiously.

Dad shook his head. "The bombers too smart for that," He told me.

*PING*
Dad's phone went off again.

I sighed. "That'll be Mycroft," I mumbled.

"Brooke pass me my phone," Dad told me.

I frowned. "Get it yourself!" I told him.

"Please I'm busy," He told me.

"And I'm broken!" I told him.

Dad looked at me. "Your leg is, not your arms!" He stated.

I sighed a stuck my hand inside his inner blazer pocket and pulled his phone out; I opened the text and of course it was from Mycroft.

"Text from Mycroft!" I told him.

"Delete it!" Dad told me.

I frowned as John took the phone off me. "Delete it?" He asked and looked at the text.