Author's Note: Well, I've been kinda busy and I haven't been able to write. And I haven't been able to think of any good ideas. But I finally thought of something. Haha. I use the lyrics to "Wait" in this fic, just to give you a heads up. Anyways, read and review. Enjoy!

Don't distress yourself, what's your rush? Keep your thoughts nice and lush. Wait.

Mrs. Lovett looked at him with a worried expression on her face. "Jus' wait, Mr. T. Th' week's not o'er yet," she softly whispered in his ear.

"And the judge. When do we get ta 'im?"

"Soon, love. Soon," Mrs. Lovett said, walking towards the large bay window. She looked down upon Fleet Street and sighed. "Jus' wait, Mr. T. Yer time'll come an' th' judge'll be all yers. Patience, dearie," she said, looking back at Sweeney.

"Righ', pet. Patience," he repeated with a sigh.

Hush, love, hush. Think it through. Once it bubbles then what's to do? Watch it close, let it brew. Wait.

Jus' wait, Nellie. Th' judge'll come soon enough. Once 'e comes Mr. T. will be all yers. Jus' let it bubble and brew. Then 'e's all yers, Mrs. Lovett thought to herself.

"Th' judge…Beadle'll bring 'im, won't 'e?"

"Ain't ya thin' of nothin' else?" she asked, strolling over to him.

Nellie placed a hand on his arm and Mr. Todd jumped slightly. "Wot 'bout gilley flowers, dear? Ta bring color ta th' room. Wot do you think?"

Sweeney looked down at her. "Flowers?" he inquired.

"Yes. Ta get rid o' th' gloom. Always so dark in 'ere. Ya need some color."

Slow, love, slow. Time's so fast. Now goes quickly, see? Now it's passed. Soon will come, soon will last. Wait.

"Jus' wait. Wait," Mrs. Lovett said aloud. She glanced up at Mr. Todd and smiled slightly. "Maybe daisies though?" she asked.

Mr. Todd didn't reply. He walked away from Mrs. Lovett and over to his razors.

"Wot do you think, love?" she asked, watching him.

Sweeney took out a razor and polished it. "No flowers. None, Mrs. Lovett," he said

Nellie saw him glance at the picture out of the corner of his eye. Once 'e kills th' judge 'e should be able ta move on, she thought. Jus' let it go slow. Time'll pass, Mrs. Lovett thought.

"No flowers?"

"No. I don't wan' 'em in 'ere. I jus' want the judge in 'ere."

Don't you know, silly man? Half the fun is to plan the plan.

"Love, we 'ave to plan 'is death. 'Tis more fun when you plan it."

"I jus' want 'im dead though, Mrs. Lovett. Plannin' is no' important to me."

"But 'tis fun, Mr. T.!"

Sweeney didn't reply. He looked out the bay window and then quickly turned on his heel. "Out," he whispered.

"Love, wot's th' matter?"

"Out, Mrs. Lovett."

"Mr. T., wot's-"

" 'E's 'ere. OUT, Mrs. Lovett!"

Nellie quickly let the shop. I jus' need ta wait. Everything will be fine in th' end. 'E jus' needs time. 'Tis worth waitin' fer though, I know it. We jus' need it ta go slow. Let it go slow an' let it brew.

All good things come to those who can wait.

Mrs. Lovett knew that if she could wait, good things would happen for her and Mr. T.