The night seems to go on for days as Vivian and Sherlock waited for a call from Lestrade. They sat in silence for a while before Vivian can't stand this anymore.

"Sherlock, talk to me. I cannot sit here, with my mind racing. You can describe all different types of chemical reactions for all I care, but please say something."

Sherlock looked up at her not realizing how long it had been. His mind too had been racing, looking for connections, something that overlapped from her past to his.

"Tell me the names of the people you used to spy on."

"I wasn't a spy. Sherlock every bit of information that I had received from those people was given to me on sheer free will. I never spied on them. Now I have been known to swipe hard drive from time to time, but not spying. I did my job up front and out in the open, and when my job was over I would die. I have lived and died a hundred times, a hundred different names and lives but never once as a spy. Besides that I cannot tell you, That work is still classified and before you ask, I have already done research and found no one whose path crossed mine and yours."

Sherlock looked at her, trying to justify herself as soldier other than a glorified spy. He couldn't conceive why she couldn't see it. She was certainly clever enough to know that she was in fact a spy, but part of her mind refused it as fact. He sat and wondered what was going on in that mind of hers. He couldn't read her right now, her eyes has shifted to a grey/blue and seemed full of remorse. Could she have something to do with this, surely not. He had been assaulted before meeting her, there was no need for him to suspect her. Now as she sat, curled up in the chair John used to occupy while helping Sherlock, she looked so innocent. How could someone who had seen the world's worst offering of people still believe good could still be done. Sherlock knew she saw the good in him and John and maybe even Lestrade, but how.

"How do you trust me so easily. I am sociopath, something you are no doubt an expert on. Yes I am high functioning, but still a sociopath none the less." He then turned away at her sudden outpouring of caring towards him.

"Antisocial Personality Disorder and you are different Sherlock. You maybe cut off from your emotions most of the time, but I fear you do have a conscious. You just choose to hide it at times. I would agree to the fact that you are suffering from Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, maybe even ADHD, but I do not see a sociopath when I look at you. I also think that you like to push us from time to time. Check our limitations, how far would we go to prove how clever we know you to be. Sherlock I may not have told you, but I know your brilliance, your intelligence and your gift are the most amazing things I have come across in this world. I want you to know right now, upfront"

Vivian seemed to choke back tears. Sherlock turned back to her now, there was so much emotion in her words, what could she possibly tell him.

"Sherlock, I would willing take a bullet for you. Loosing me on this earth would be like loosing anyone else, I am just ordinary. Loosing you on the other hand, would be the most tragic thing I could imagine. Most people cannot even begin to fathom how your mind works, and yet you go on, helping people, solving crimes. You say you do it to keep your mind busy, to keep the boredom away, but I can see it Sherlock. I seen how when happy you were when you helped Mr. Johann find out who was taking money from his painting business. Or they way you beamed like a child when you were credited with unraveling that 186 year old mystery at the museum. Sherlock you don't have to prove how clever you are, not even to Mycroft. I trust you because I can see who you are, away from everyone's scrutinizing. I sit here now looking at you, the true Sherlock Holmes, who is incredibly perceptive and maybe even easy on the eyes."

Sherlock eyes widened at the final four words, then he saw a smile grow across Vivian's face. She started to chuckle biting her lip trying to force herself to stop.

"Well at least I know you in fact paying attention to what I was saying." Just as Sherlock opened his mouth his phone rang and Vivian's giggles came back for a moment. Sherlock grabbed his phone and answered. Sherlock soon got up and started pacing the floor, and by his tone she knew Lestrade's news wasn't good. No match, then Sherlock offered to come and show Lestrade's men how to do their job the proper way. Lestrade must have offered to do the process again or something similar to sooth Sherlock but it wasn't working. The call ended with Sherlock saying something about being the only one capable enough to handle this case then he hung up tossing his phone on the coffee table before falling dramatically onto the Chesterfield.

"There was no match in Scotland Yard's data base, but Lestrade is going to try the national data base, but because this case isn't high priority it will take some time." With that simple explanation Sherlock dramatically rolled to his side with his back to her. She knew he wanted to be alone, and she was exhausted. She picked up both empty tea cups, put them in the sink then walked over to Sherlock. She leaned close, her voice just a hair above silent. She lightly touched his curls as she said one more thing before retreating to flat C.

"Sherlock, get some rest please. Your mind will operate better after a few hours to sort things out. Goodnight Sherlock."

He listened to her steps as they faded into her flat. He wanted badly to tell her, but how could he. She was far from ordinary. Her ability to talk to him as if he was a human being, to even make him feel human made her extraordinary to him. She was the first person since he met John that he actually wanted to be close to. She was someone he cared about, deeply.


The next morning Sherlock was still asleep in the Chesterfield, exactly as she left him the night before. Vivian then went onto work, hoping she still had a job to go to. As she walked in the front door of the office she realized she had left yesterday without telling a soul where she was going. Just as she got to her desk, Jenna, another girl in the office, came over to chat.

"What happened yesterday? Mr. Stevens came over to talk to you again and you were gone. He questioned us but we didn't know what to tell him. He was pretty pissed."

"I have a small emergency to attend to, and if he really wants to question me I guess I can have someone come talk to him stating that I ended up at The New Scotland Yard last night."

"WHAT? Please tell me your alright. God don't tell me that it has something to do with that neighbor of yours. I told you to keep clear of him."

"Jenna, your being crazy, he is perfectly harmless. No I received a threat here, someone sent a note to me here. I freaked out and went to talk to a detective."

Just as Jenna started talking about watching out for odd people Vivian saw some one in Mr. Stevens office with him.

"Jenna, who is that? In Mr. Stevens' office?"

"Who, Oh I don't know. I didn't even see him come in. I will go ask Charlotte if she knows." Before Vivian could argue Jenna was gone. Vivian didn't need to hear anything from Charlotte, she already knew who was talking to her boss. She watched the men sit and converse for a few moments. She noticed her boss's expression change from kind to down right scared. Was he really threatening her boss? Just as Vivian stood up, so did Mr. Stevens guest. He turned and saw Vivian, and that fake smile came across his lips as he nodded a hello in her direction. Just then he was lead out of Mr. Stevens office and straight to her desk. Vivian greeted her boss and was about to do the same to him, but he cut her off.

"Ms. Herrington, glad to see you. How are you this morning?"

"I am fine Mr. Holmes, and yourself?"

"I am doing good. I just came in to make sure you were doing alright, I am on my way now to see my dear brother. Am I to guess he is still at home?"

Vivian got uncomfortable, he was making this look like she and Sherlock were together. The other girls had stopped and were listening in intently.

"He was the last time I saw him. I cannot say that he is still there or not."

"So you didn't see him this morning?" Shit he was cornering her.

"Yes I saw him this morning just before I left. He was still sleeping." Now there would be rumors floating around the office for sure. Mycroft let another fake smile invade his face before continuing.

"Well I am sure he is still there then. I only wish to make sure of his well being Vivian. And yours as well. Perhaps the two of you could join me for dinner tonight."

"I look forward to it Mycroft." The look on her face was fierce, he had no doubt that he had angered her by making it look like she was living with someone, but that was his point. He then said he farewell and she did the same, trying to kick him in the ass with her mind as he walked onto the elevator. Once Mycroft was out of site, Mr. Stevens came close to her desk.

"Ms. Herrington, if you have a domestic issue that you need to care to, please just let me know before you leave." and with that he walked back into his office. He never raised his voice, it was as if he was afraid to do so. What had Mycroft said to him? Once her boss was back in his office, Vivian found herself trying to explain herself to several of the girls on the floor. No one really believed that she was single. They teased her saying that she was keeping this man a secret for a reason, but soon they dispersed and Vivian tried to get to work. Instead she ran through all the things she was going to say to Mycroft once they were in the private.

Two hours later her phone dinged with a text.

You and I are expected to join Mycroft tonight for dinner. S.H.

I know, he came and visited my boss and me today at work.V.H.

Sherlock took a deep breath, annoyed deeply at Mycroft. He paused to before texting Vivian once again.

He wants us to meet him for dinner at 7, does that time work for you? S.H.

Yes. But be prepared I have a few choice words for him. V.H.

Once Sherlock read the message from Vivian he smiled inwardly, he couldn't wait to hear what she had in store for Mycroft.