Ok well wow guys loving all of you wrote in, you are inspiration for my brain. This chapter is to fill for when the real drama gets started. That should be happening soon if I do this chapter right. I'm going to give you a couple different views of Sherlock, John, Jack, and even Molly in this chapter and help time pass a bit more. Thank you so far lovelies.

Disclaimer: Yeah, don't own anything, though I guess technically own Jack... If that's even her name...which we already know it is not.

Preview: Lots of things, just, lots of things and maybe a date... Well probably a date.

Jack tugged at her top while she adjusted her view in the microscope agian. She had come in expecting to work on a few private projects while Lestrade's department was with out a case but had been quickly roped into helping out with the a few suspected arsons along with Anderson. While he was still out in the field collecting evidence she was fiddling with a few slides she had prepped in hopes for her plans the night before. Her music was pumping but she just wasn't into the beats when her eyes caught Sherlock sweep into the lab, ear phones already in place agianst the onslaught of her tunes. She gave him a smile but his eyes didn't even acknowledge her shock caused her brow to scrunch in disappointment she had gotten use to their usual exchanges which had begun to gradually warm when a week ago he had suddenly become frigid towards her. When she had spoken to John. On the matter he suggested the sociopath was trying to pull away, to care less for her since he still seemed to believe that alone protected him. John had been waiting for it to happen but Jack still seemed put out by it, for a genius he could be incredibly thick sometimes. The doctor was no where in sight so she figured he was at work while Sherlock had come here to alleviate boredom.
Anderson pushed through the door half an hour later with a box in his arms. His eyes did a sweep of her taking in the view of her breast tight beneath her shirt while she was bent over her scope, he made a point to walk behind her, his hip brushing her back side before setting the box down.
"I could always help out" he tried to be seductive leaning over her a bit to speak into her ear under the guise of having to be close to be heard over her music.
"No need. Anyway you need to write up the reports for this case as it is" She stood up, it pressed her closer to him but it made her feel less exposed.
"It could wait" he offered his hand rested on her arm as he smiled.
"Not sure you should do that, would hate for you to be to busy later if a case pops up" he still didn't move.
"Plus, I would hate to give Donavan the wrong impression" he growled at her implication of ratting him out to his mistress but pushed away none the less.
"Have something by this afternoon" he ordered though he really had no sway over her. Once he was gone she flicked her music down to a more manageable level before staring daggers into the consulting deceive bent over a Petri dish.
"Thanks" she hissed sarcasticly when he finally noticed her heated look and pulled down the head phones. He gave her a quizzical look but she knew him well enough by now.
"Thanks, for the help"
"What help?" He asked, monotone.
"Oh, ya know doing anything to get that whole mess to stop before it got to uncomfortable for everyone involved"
"I was not involved" Sherlock answered simply, Jack rolled her eyes.
"Obviously" she muttered as she flicked the volume back up making Sherlock wince at the sudden volume, glaring at the women as he hurridly pulled the ear devices back on for protection. She started pulling evidence from the box, when it was all laid before her she slapped the table top to get the other occupants attention. His reaction to her was slower then nessecary.
"You wanna help?" She mouthed knowing he would read her lips but he mouthed back busy and dismissed her, she only scowled and got to work.

John pushed open the doors to the lab, Jack had gotten him his own set of head phones as a gift to protect his hearing. He stopped for a second, the music was the same as always. Jack was standing on her side surrounded by charred evidence no doubt from the arson he had been hearing about in the news while Sherlock's work surface was mostly bare besides what was under his hands as he worked.

You said it was important that a get here quickly- JW

Sherlock read the text quickly before finding John hovering near the doors. His blogger found texting easier then trying to talk over the heavy music. John had not moved sensing something was off in the atmosphere of the room.

We have a case-SH

And you couldn't have said that in a text- JW

I did. I said I needed your help and it was an emergency-SH

No, this is a case. I thought you or Jack were hurt-JW

Sherlock didn't even offer an response. John rolled his eyes at his flat mates antics. Jack had still not looked up from her case. Her back seemed uncomfortably rigid as she stood. John ignored the man to place a hand on her shoulder. She didn't jump as if startled but she didn't look up either, something was going on. He felt the air shift as Sherlock walked by and he quickly followed, after all they had a case.
" What did you do?" He asked the consulting detective. He had gotten the man to explain the case, or at the very least as much as he was going to tell John before he fell silent.
"What are you on about John"
"With Jack, what did you say?"
"I did not do or say anything" his face was blank.
"And she is not happy with you because for once Sherlock Holmes didn't say anything" John sounded angry to the sociopath but he couldn't understand why, that is exactly what had happened. He assumed the woman's anger came from him not saying anything during Anderson's interaction with her.
"Precisely" Sherlock answered.
"Now stop talking, stop thinking, don't even breath to much I need quite to think" Sherlock settled into his mind palace and John sighed heavily.

Jack tried again to refocus. She had heard the doors to the lab open and close but she was to frustrated to deal with Sherlock right now. She growled and shoved herself away from evidence. She heard a surprised squeak even over the music. Her eyes were wide when she spotted the pathologist a few feet away looking startled at the dark haired women's outburst. Jack scrolled her music to quite and tried to look apologetic.
"Sorry Molly, just a frustrated with all this." She gestured at the mess around her.
"Um, yeah, you said tonight was good for, for, you know" Molly blushed and Jack took notice of the women's outfit. She had taken Jack's advice wearing closer fitting jeans and a dark tighter fitting blouse even if it was hidden away under a cardigan. Her hair was loose and her makeup natural looking, she was even wearing a bit of lipstick which made her lips look larger. Jack cringed a bit.
"You, you don't have to go" Moly assuaged.
"No, Project get Molly laid is a go, a need a good drink and a great distraction" Jack smiled a bit more warmly when her friend blushed deeply. Jack ran her hands down her outfit. She was wearing a deep purple shirt and dark wash tight fitting jeans with her combat boots. Her makeup was heavy black and silver her usual jewelry in her ears paired with the heavy skull shaped silver charm.
"Let's drop by my place let me change and then we drink like we don't have to solve an arson for Anderson tomorrow." Jack hit the wall switches once everything was repacked properly.
"Um yeah" Molly answered unsure.
"Molly what time is it?"
"Its, I mean, it's only 9" Jack spun around and grabbed Molly's shoulders.
"Ok, women up Molly. I have an emergency bag in my car there should have a good shirt in there, I have a good bar planned for us but you have to be a little less, this" Molly dropped her head down but Jack thumped her shoulders to encourage her before she began stripping the pathologist out of her cardigan roughly.
"What are you doing?" Molly's voice was tight.
"You need to loosen up. You are great Molly but you are a little to comfortable hiding behind a stutter and... Cardigans" Jack said the last part like it was a dirty word and tucked Molly into her own leather jacket. Molly looked surprised.
"Now you look hot" Jack linked arms with her before pulling her off towards the car park. Jack unlocked her car and pulled open the trunk to grab a dark colored gym bag.
"So why do you have a bag of clothing in your car?" Molly asked as she buckled herself in.
"Its a go bag, everything I could need in any situation" Jack pulled off her top and pulled on a back low slung, spaghetti strap number behind her car, out in the open, Molly tired to look away but Jack seemed unaffected. As if she gave no mind that some one could have seen her in nothing but jeans and a black lace bra.
"I guess it's just an old habit" Jack shrugged as she joined Molly in the car and they left.

John sat in his chair when Sherlock suddenly jumped from his own. He ran into his room pulling off his dressing gown and throwing on his coat but he paused for a moment as if unsure.
"Where are we going?" John asked rising to join him.
"No, I don't need you"
"Is this part of the case?" John's confusion evident, Sherlock loved having an audience for his genius but Sherlock ignored him.

Jack nursed a drink, her second to be specific. Molly was on the other side of the room filtering up a man who was tall with short dark hair, they both seemed nervous which made the whole thing rather cute.
"You seem kinda lonely" a man dropped into the seat beside her but she didn't look his way.
"I love your necklace, I have this thing about bones" at that Jack rolled her eyes expecting him to mean some sort of corny inappropriate joke but when she laid eyes on him she could tell he was serious, he liked bones. His hair was chestnut brown and swept back away from his face just brushing his shoulders, his dark button down shirt was rolled up to his elbows and paired with jeans. Visible on his neck and down his forearms were tattoos, most of skeletal structures. His face was well per portioned with a strong jaw with slight shadow of dark hair and shapely lips. Jack felt a bit surprised at how attractive she found him.
"Jack" she offered her hand
"Exzander" his smile was genuine. Jack watched Molly again she had moved closer to the interested man, his hand was resting on her arm. The music around them was a little rougher then Jack liked but it seemed to be working for both girls.
"Like I said you seem lonely" she relaxed a bit on her stool and turned to face him more taking another swig.
"Brought my friend out tonight trying to get her to break out of her good girl shell a bit" Jack smirked feeling flattered at his attention, it was not revolting like that of the men in the club from months back or Anderson.
"And that means you can't enjoy yourself?"
"Up until now I had no reason to"
"And are you enjoying yourself now?" His voice dropped a bit.
"A bit" Jack downed the rest of her drink and ordered another keeping a close eye on the bartender as he prepared it.
"So what do you do Jack?"
"Polite conversation?" She asked surprised.
"Trying" he gave her a quizzical look.
"Just, not use to that. I'm a lab tech for New Scotland Yards homicide devision" his brows rose impressed instead of surprised and disgusted like she usually got from men.
"A lab jockey" Jack laughed at the term.
"Yeah, you?" She was genuinely curious about he man now.
"Let's say I'm a hunter of the weird and strange." His smile dazzled her for a second with white almost sharp looking teeth.
"But my real passion is rearticulating human and animal skeletons. Like I said, I have a thing about bones." Jack smiled fully, he was not as bad as she had originally assumed.
"Working on anything fun?" She asked
"Yeah actually, a Rock Hyrax skeleton came in. Did you know that they are small and rodent looking but their closest living relative is an"
"Elephant" Jack interrupted. She was enjoying his accent, different then the London accents she had grown accustomed to but she was never good at placing geographic locations by accent alone.
"You know your animals" he laughed with her.
" A bit"
"You then, anything interesting?"
"Not that I can tell you" she winked and they both laughed again. The two sat together longer talking, Jack didn't even see Molly leave with her new flame, a text letting her know not to worry was her only consolation that Molly was safe and frankly mission completed.
Jack watched Exzander as he paid his tab and her own, he had offered, and they left together as well.

Sherlock watched the two interact and held back further. He had heard Jack offer to take Molly out, he figured it would be a good as time as any to make up for his earlier behavior before John heard of it and forced him to apologize. He had meant to keep Jack company while Molly stuttered about attempting awkward human interaction with human that were still living. But he had stopped short when she had been approached by another. He prepared himself to intercede when her back and shoulders tightened but in seconds she opened up towards the man. Her body relaxed she even brushed his arm with her hand when she was laughing showing obvious sexual attraction. Sherlock pushed back the tightness in his chest and pulled further into the shadows so he wouldn't be spotted. He waited till they left to return to 221b finding solace in his violin despite the time and with no regard to John.

"So this is your lab?" Exzander wandered the lab his fingers trailed over some of the equipment. The music was softer today to allow for conversation. When Jack had awoke that morning to find the man still in bed with her she had been a bit surprised but more so when he offered to spend the day with her. He had said he wasn't looking for a one night stand and a day with her would be enough to feel like less of a prev, he had also offered up a date later in the week both she had taken him up on. She smiled when he made it back around to her and leaned over by her microscope meeting her eyes.
"It's amazing, I could show you my work space some time." He smiled as she readjusted a new slide. Sherlock stepped into the lab and suppressed a growl of irritation spotting her previous nights partner. Outside of the dim lights of the bar he could better deduce the man.
"Oh, hello mate didn't know anyone else used this lab" Exzander straitened his posture and offered his hand but Sherlock brushed past him to return to the Petri dishes he had been working the day before. Checking for bacteria growth that would answer the final question in his case. He pulled out his phone texting his client when he found them covered in bacteria growth. A wealthy family had believed themselves cursed but it was in fact their housekeeper/ personal chef adding bacteria scraping into their nightly meals. Jack rolled her eyes at the lanky mans reaction. Sherlock straitened up and scanned the man analytically. Exzander squirmed a bit under the scrutiny but Jack was distracted by what she had found under her scope.
"35, of Irish decent, travel often so your accent is diminished so you have not returned home since you left when you were twelve. You work for yourself but report to another dust on you clothing but you didn't return there last night and I know Miss Macotii cleans her home regularly though I don't know when she finds the time considering she spends on average 80 to 90 hours a week in her lab, something you may want to consider if intending for a more serious relationship. The tattoos in your arms show you have a strange attachment to bones and death added with the bone dust on your left sleeve. Should I be taking you down to the yard, but no, you are a collector. You search out oddities that can be sold to the highest bidder oddities of the rare and disturbing variety. But you also work with your hands, slight burn marks around your fingertips you use a soldering tool most likely on bronze since that works best in rearticulating bones. I have a human skull if you're ever interested" Sherlock smile was wide and false. He still didn't raise his hand to meet Exzander.
"Ignore him, I do for the most part." Jack offered while Exzander scramble to understand what had just happened.
"I'm sorry, who are you, how did you do that?" He didn't sound amazed like John had the first time, he sounded almost uneasy at Sherlock's deductions and the man smirked.
"Sherlock Holmes, meet Exzander" she faltered a bit when she didn't know his last name. Sherlock seemed more the smug.
"Kinley, and I have a rather large collection of human remains Mr. Holmes including nearly thirty human skulls, some are rather fascinating if you might want to take a look." He had recovered quickly catching at the very least the man was doing this to gode Jack. The consulting detective seemed miffed by his recovery.
"Look maybe we just wait for that date Thursday, you're busy with this stuff and I have a lawyer to meet with about my latest find" he smiled and kissed her cheek as he moved out of the lab she watched until the door swung closed and spun to face the detective her happy expression dropping instantly.
"Don't bother me Holmes" her voice was sharp.
"I could continue my deductions if you would like"
"I really wouldn't" he ignored her.
"He had stains on his shirt showing clear signs he has not had a relationship in several years, if he dated often he would have nicer clothing and if he had just exited one he would still have the right mind to check for such problems. He intended to only use you for sexual intercross but since you showed interest in his work, particularly his bones he decided to keep you around but he will be noncommittal long term and will leave you should a better, younger option come around, considering he travels world wide often this shouldn't take long. If you don't want to catch him in bed like you did your former relationship before running off to London to escape it I wouldn't pursue this any further." She watched him for a moment.
"From a shirt stain?" She asked, her tone as though she was unimpressed. Sherlock hummed in confirmation. She only shrugged.
"What ever, it was good sex" she grabbed the last of her files. She had found evidence of foul play in the supposed arson in the form of accelerants and needed to bring it to Anderson.

"Is that all?" Jack stopped, confused by his question.

"Is what all?"

"You were ok with all that because he is proficient at sexual intercourse?"

"I like men with weird talents Beanpole and he was crazy good" Sherlock's brows rose.

"At identifying bones by shape and taste alone" Sherlock swallowed to rid himself of the thick feeling in his throat.

"Down boy" she muttered with a wink before she left him alone.

Jack sat on her sofa her music still low and soft before pulling out her phone and dialing her mother.
"Hey mom"
"Oh, darling I was hoping you would call. Me and your father have missed you so much" her mother sounded teary.
"We still need to know if you will be coming. You don't have to worry about what everyone will say dear, we just want you home."
"I don't, I mean, with work and everything it, not this time" Jack scrambled for an excuse. Sherlock was right about one thing she had ran and she was no where near ready to head home.
"Darling, we could pay if that's the problem" Jack moved to put on a kettle.
"No, it's not that"
"So you have a job then?"
"Yeah, I mean it's nothing much but I get paid so that's always great." She had never gotten around to explaining to her parents what she did. They knew she had gone to college but Jack was pretty sure they though she worked as a waitress of some sort.
"If you're sure"
"I'm sure mom, give dad my love"
"Just call us more, we worry" Jack had already hung up, she changed the tune playing to something more upbeat and chose a packet of hot chocolate in leu of tea. She texted John to confirm their lunch date Wednesday and Molly who was more then willing to gossip about her new man, Eric, from the bar. They were already on their third date in a week. Jack felt bad she had never called Exzander, he would have made an interesting partner but Sherlock was onto something when he said she couldn't handle a relationship right now, not this time of year.

Ok, so it was kinda a date, Sherlock got to be a creepy stalker but he meant well. Anderson got prevy and Jack seems a bit out of sorts but there is more to come of that. There are now four of you following me and four reviews, well, well this is rather nice! Any guess on her name or what could be coming up, questions, concerns, recipes for banana bread? Anyway...

-Theives