My alarm the next morning brought back all the memories that happened the night before and reminded me what was soon to come to light. Tonight an innocent life would be lost and the mystery of the cipher would begin to unfold. Allowing Sherlock to solve it and save John's life and his dates life in the next few days, and I was just going to watch it happen. The Doctor always told me that something as set in time and sometimes but not always it can be rewritten, but I didn't know what do to.

I got of my bed and stretched as my feet hit the cold wood floor, the feeling sent shrives down my spine and made me think of when Loki had taken hold of me in that dark cell. I shook softly and wrapped myself tightly in my sweater; I needed a hot cup of tea to calm myself down from the past terrors. As I walked down stairs, the house was silence and by steeping in the living room it was clear that the boys already left for the museum.

Pictures were plastered all over the mirror that hung right above the fireplace; most of the photos were from the crime scenes and a few on the cipher. I gently brushed my fingers against the photos and the other images posted up, just to give me the sense that this was all real.

"Find anything?" A voice chimed in from behind.

I turned quickly and with a panic to see Sherlock standing over by the couch with a magazine tucked by his side and a bored look on his face.

"Sherlock…"I breathed out, placing my hand against my chest right over my heart, "You almost gave me a heart attack. "

"Expecting someone else?" He questioned as he took of his jacket and throwing the magazine on the coffee table and making his way to the kitchen.

"I'm not going to answer that." I stated walking over to the coffee table to see this week's latest issue of People, with my face plastered on the front as well as Tony's.

"Oh great…" I groaned picked it up and looking it over, the headline screamed something about me being Tony's new eye candy.

"Great is one term to describe it." Sherlock piped up from the kitchen.

"Shut up Sherlock." I barked at him and turning to me his gaze from the kitchen.

I sighed and looked down at my phone and shot a quick picture of the magazine to send off to Tony to remind him that he owns me now big time.

"Where's John?" I finally questioned after sending the text to Tony.

"At his "job"." Sherlock mentioned waving his hand towards the door.

"So you are heading back to the museum tonight? " I asked taking a seat on the couch and running my hand through my hair messing up my already messy hair.

" Yes, if I'm correct which I am, she will be back there tonight and we can have a chat with her about the cipher. " Sherlock answered looking at the photos on the wall.

"Hmm…" I nodded as if I was interested in what he was saying at all.

He barely looked over at me but continued to study the photos intently; and my curiosity of watching him grew reached an end. I sighed and laid back on the couch slowing closing my eyes, thinking of where the Doctor currently was and if he would be back before Christmas anytime soon. The silence in the room between me and Sherlock increased as I only began to hear my steady breathing, and the softly movement of Sherlock ever now and then, causing me to drifted into a dreamless sleep.


The door being slammed was what brought me out of my sleeping state; I blinked a few times to realize I was now in my bed with a blanket gently placed around me. I sat up and noticed figure sat on the foot of my bed with their hands pressed against their face. I glanced at my clock and the small lights told me it was well past 10 pm and the accident at the museum had already happened and I slept through it. I frowned and moved toward the hunched figure and gently placed my arm around their shoulder, which caused a slightly broken John to look up at me with his sad eyes.

"Sam…I didn't mean to wake you... It's just that…" He was getting chocked on his words, as he looked down at his hands.

" Shh it's ok John…you don't have to talk about it." I whispered gently placing a kiss on his forehead as a sign of comfort.

He barely nodded as he looked down at his hands; I knew he thought it was his fault that the poor girl got killed tonight. I had a feeling it might bring back nightmares from the battlefield, and I knew he wasn't good with handling that side of his past. John and I sat in silence for close to an hour until he seemed back to his normal state of mind and could tell me what happened, though I already knew.

"Oh…"I spoke softly at the end of the horrible story, "Where is Sherlock?"

"Down stairs I think…" John spoke looking up at me.

"Ok…I'm going to talk to him, you two need to go tell that bloody little new detective to take your word as gospel ." I chimed up standing to my feet and making my way toward the door.

"Thank you Sam…" John said looking up at me.

I turned and looked at him with a very weak smile and my hand on the door frame, "That's why I'm here."

His eyes watched me with sorrow and then followed my lead as he stood to his feet; it seemed those words were the right ones to say to the fallen soldier. I smiled weakly at John and place my hand on his shoulder; only to get an equally as sad smile back before he walked pasted me and headed down the stairs. I knew now I couldn't just be bystander in this that John and Sherlock would need my help from now on and I was going to be part of the game to come.

"Everything is going to change now…" I mumbled to myself taking a look around my room before I turned and followed John downstairs.