As they reached the door way to the sitting room Steve looked in and it only took a glance to know to grave Watson's arm.

The doctor looked at her in confusion but she was too busy looking at Sherlock, he was leaned slightly to the side, eyes closed and breathing only slightly to shallow, in one hand he held a glass of amber liquid and the other hand was raised to rub at the space above his nose between his eyes.

His hair was displaced from the explosion looking wilder than usual with several strands curling forward into his face.

She quickly picked out the lines of tension in his shoulders and the new creases at the corners of his eyes his hand twitched slightly as if he wanted to tap his fingers but wasn't allowing himself to.

Sadly this wasn't the first time she had witnessed Sherlock in the middle of a sensory overload, to many things attacking him at once that his brilliant mind couldn't filter them like it normally did, instead shoving everything straight at him.

It was amazing he hadn't yet gone insane from it.

"What?" Watson was asking and she looked at the taller man then shook her head "just give him a moment? It appears the explosion rattled him more than I thought"

Watson turned to face her and placed his hands at his waist like he was trying to figure her out, again.

She rolled her eyes at the look and crossed her arms "I notice things, it comes with having an artist's eye, I noticed before the explosion he was favoring his left side, I don't know what type of injury it was, I didn't notice any blood so it maybe just be bruising"

The doctor nodded "I'll take a look" she nodded and glanced back at Sherlock saw his hand had grown tighter on the glass, his knuckles were white.

He wouldn't snap out of it on his own like she had hoped, this was a bad one "Sherlock?" he hardly reacted to her calling his name so she walked over slowly and considered taking the glass from his hand but knew that would jolt him out of it to quick.

She left the glass in his hand even if she feared he would squeeze to hard and shatter and took a breath "Sherlock" she said sharply, quickly looking away when he jolted to pretend she was retrieving her own drink.

She could damn sure use it right now.

"You had questions for the doctor" she said as a reminder while walking to the shelf were the tumbler and glasses sat "I'm sure he can answer them while assuring your injuries aren't fatal"

The silence from the genies was worrisome but she shook it off.

After she had poured her drink she turned and damn near dropped it when she saw Sherlock's shirt covered a large bruise on his side.

It stretched from just below his armpit down just under his ribs and it was already a dark purple and blue color.

Tightening her hand on the glass Steve inhaled again and took a quick drink "good lord man, did you take on that brute with your tongue rather than your fists?" the man looked at her and seemed to shake off whatever had been bothering him just as Watson pressed on the worst bruising.

He yelped at the apparent sharp jolt of pain it caused "nothing I said would have gotten through the skulls of those dull individuals, are you quite done prodding at me Watson?" he glared at the doctor who rose a brow in return.

Steve saw his mustache twitch and knew he was both amused and relieved that Sherlock had come back to himself.

"Don't complain Sherlock, it seems as if you've nearly broken two of your ribs"

"Have I or haven't I? Be specific man" Steve chuckled under her breath looking at the two friends, and that's exactly what they were.

Friends, even if Sherlock was annoying at times and Watson could be a little too stiff lipped.

"Sherlock"

The detective rose his scorn from the doctor and she couldn't help the amused twitch at the corner of her mouth "let the man do his work and ask your questions" the man muttered something she pretended not to hear but she did notice his gaze linger longer than usual.

When he looked away she glanced down quickly to make sure nothing compromising was visible, other than the collar of her shirt being loose she saw nothing different, of course she also hadn't tied her hair so it hung longer than he'd seen before.

Maybe that's what he was looking at.

"Questions, ahh where should I start"

She looked up from her glass "what you found in that bedroom would be nice"

Sherlock waved a hand at her as if shooing off a fly and she rolled her eyes before walking to the couch to sit down.

"it's not so much what I found in that bedroom as to what I didn't find" she and Watson exchanged a look knowing this was going to take a minute "supposedly Mr. gray was bed bound for quite a few days correct?"

The man didn't wait for Steve, who had read the reports, to confirm his thoughts "well if that was true then his room would need to be repeatedly scrubbed clean to prevent spreading the contamination, the amount needed would have resulted in leftover solution or containers"

When Watson moved away from his work the genius stood and began to pace something Steve knew meant he was starting to piece together the parts of the puzzle he had collected.

"once it was discovered exactly what caused the man's death his home was sealed and everything left as it had been found, however in the short time I was able to observe the home before those brutes barged in, I was able to identify the cleaning agent used"

Steve tilted his head "and how exactly does a cleaning agent or lack thereof, affect our case?"

"Depending on what was used it may allow you to trace it to whoever bought it" Watson said from where he sat on the other side of the couch "precisely, do try to keep up" he said to Steve who made a face at the man's back "I suppose you know exactly what was used even without the container?"

Sherlock turned back toured them and his lips were twitching as if he wanted to smirk "there's only one company I know that uses honey, lemon, and trace amounts of hydrogen peroxide in their cleaning products"

Turning her head to cough into her fist she waited for the man to continue but he stopped to look at her closely.

Raising a brow when she looked back she saw the slight tightening at the left side of his lips that gave away concern "sorry I inhaled a little smoke earlier, aren't those ingredients widely used?"

Shaking himself from what distracted him Sherlock straightened "yes, but they aren't used all in the same product, unless its Bernard's mutie use disinfectant cleaning solution, a new extremely popular cleaning solution"

Sitting up Steve looked at the man "you don't think" she trailed off when the man nodded "would you care to explain?" Watson asked as both went silent.

Steve looked at Sherlock who made a motion toured Watson and turned away, reaching up she rubbed her face then sighed into her hands "the virus was in the cleaning solution, they removed the containers to avoid discoveryis"

"I'd be willing to wager that not only that's how they will spread the virus but also that should Clarky search miss Myers home they would find at least one container of the solution that she took from his home" suddenly Steve cursed and looked at Sherlock "you said lemon and honey? Do you remember the smell in detective Lestrades office?"

Sherlock stopped and looked back at her.

"Son of a bitch"

Her thoughts exactly