Vivian was woken by the sounds of clatter from her own kitchen and she pulled her gun from its bedside safe and crept down the hall. She saw the fridge light on and slowly got into position. She soon turned the corner and pressed the gun to the intruders skull.

"Put the gun down Vivian." Vivian stepped away and put her gun on the counter. She then reached over and flipped on the light.

"Sherlock what in the hell are you doing in my refrigerator?" Sherlock turned around was holding one of Vivian plastic containers.

"I was retrieving one of my experiments." Vivian looked at the container and wanted to vomit. She swallowed hard and tried to control her anger.

"What do you mean, why is it in my fridge, you have your own." She honestly didn't want to know what was in the container, but did want to know why he had put whatever gross thing he was working on in hers.

"I ran out of room, plus I couldn't find anything to keep the beetles in." She had heard the word beetle, an insect. She turned and ran to the bathroom and this time she couldn't stop the bile from coming up. He had put insects in her refrigerator. She was irritated at this point, but couldn't get her hands on him, she was too busy emptying the contents of her stomach.

Sherlock returned to his flat and Vivian tried to get back to sleep, but it eluded her. She got up and dressed then out for a jog. Sherlock had heard her leave but didn't think anything about it. He sat at his kitchen table, looking into the microscope and gathering data for his experiment, for two hours. Then he realized Vivian hadn't returned. He decided to text her, to make sure she was alright.

I came to apologize but you were gone. Will you be home soon. S.H.

Yes, be back in a few. Mycroft decided he wanted to see me early this morning too. V.H.

What did he want? S.H.

Five minutes passed and no response. He pulled his phone out to text Mycroft, but he heard the door open. He got up and looked down the stairs at Vivian. She had her back on the door and her face was unusually pale. She looked up at him standing at the top of the steps and slowly climbed up to see him.

"You wanted to apologize?"

"Yes, I should have asked your permission to use your container, would you like it back?"

"Um, NO. Keep it Sherlock."

"What did Mycroft want? You seem upset, your pale, your eyes are red and you've been biting your lip." Vivian looked up at Sherlock, how in the hell did he get so good at this. She had studied it in a class environment for a year, but 6 years in practice, and still what would take her 5 minutes he could do in thirty seconds. She walked into his flat and sat in his chair, something she would do to annoy him from time to time.

"Well I got scolded for my lack in judgement when you went missing, and he insisted on taking a blood sample. Then he sat down and tried to persuade me to come work for him." Sherlock sat down opposite her and looked her over. He could see the disappointment in her eyes.

"Did you let him take the sample."

"Yes, how could I tell Mycroft Holmes no about wanting to make sure I wasn't still on drugs. Beside he had some goon there and a nurse. I did turn down his work offer. I don't know what he wanted me to do, but he was willing to pay quite a large amount for me to take it."

"Why didn't you take it then. I know your not making near what you could be. The job you have now is boring and you only took it to have an excuse to get away from your father."

"Sherlock, I didn't take because honestly your brother scares the hell out of me. He makes you look like the normal one at times." Sherlock wrinkled his eyebrows together and looked at Vivian. Then he let the comment go and noticed something else about her appearance that seemed off. Vivian looked to have a faded bruise on her shoulder, just barely peaking out from her sweatshirt. He could only see a quarter of it, but Sherlock was certain it was made by someone biting down on her shoulder. But who, she hadn't had any dates that he knew of, and she hadn't brought any men home. For some unknown reason he got angry at her. Why did he not know about her seeing someone. Why had she hid the fact that she had engaged in some sort of sexual activity. His mind was racing was he looked her over for any other signs.

Vivian could see his eyes scanning her over from head to toe. What was he looking for? Did he think Mycroft had taken the sample for a reason? Did he really think that she would do that again. His eyes changed, more grey now as anger poured over them. She did't know why he looked angry, what had she done? Could he be mad at Mycroft, what had his mind put together.

"Who have you been sleeping with?" His voice barely audible in the silence of the room. She knew now what he had seen, but that was nearly a week old. There was no lying to him though, he would figure it out eventually.

"I went out for drinks last Friday with the girls from the office. I met this guy, and the drinks may have impaired my judgement Sherlock. He was some broker who ended up being an egotistical, narcissistic, vain jerk. Trust me I have no plans on seeing that disappointment again." Sherlock just looked at her, his gaze fell the floor before he got up and walked back over to his microscope. He sat down and not another word was said. Vivian sat in shock. Why had he gotten so upset. She wasn't as fast as he was at reading visual cues on people, but she saw his loud and clear. His clenched jaw, his hands in his lap, but his fingers interlocked, one thumb pressing down onto the other and his posture had changed, ever so slightly. Most people would never notice, but Vivian had picked up on it. He adjusted himself to sit a little straighter, look a little taller, but only by millimeters. Vivian admired the way he squared his shoulders, his neck seemingly longer. Damn that man she thought to herself, he had gotten mad at her for no reason and she was marveling at his boyish good looks. She stood up and walked towards him, she wanted to know why he was so angry. So she pushed the microscope away and looked at him, leaning on the table impossibly close to him.

"Why are you so upset about this Sherlock? Is it because I didn't feel the need to tell you, or because it took you a week to figure it out? Or is there something else I need to know?" Sherlock turned to her, now he was confused. Her eyes betrayed her, she tried to look angry but her eyes looked like she was begging for an answer. He didn't say a thing, just let his eyes bore into hers trying to get her to cave and walk away. Her head tilted back but her gaze never faltered. Instead she leaned in closer, he could smell her shampoo now. In reality he wasn't sure what had caused his anger, he was just as perplexed as she was. Her eyes dilated, Sherlock knew now she was not angry with him, but enamored by him. He looked to her mouth as she touched the tip of her tongue to her lips. Then she just stood upright and walked away.

He heard her leave for work and he was relived in a way, now he could focus on a case D.I. Dimmock had asked him to look into. He started going over the case and laying out all the data he had. A few miles away Vivian walked into her office to see Jenna smiling at her wildly.

"Looks like you have an admirer Vivi."

"What did you just call me?"

"Well the flowers on your desk are address to Vivi. So who gave you that pet name?" Vivian didn't answer, instead she walked briskly to her desk and pulled out the card. She had learned a few thing in working with Sherlock and pulled a pair of exam gloves from her desk drawer. After donning the gloves she opened the card and pulled it out. Written in perfect penmanship were two lines.

Once the clock begins to chime

it will end on his time

Vivian swallowed at the note and looked around the room. She turned and found Jenna looking over her shoulder.

"Oh isn't that a poem. Who would have send you that Vivi?"

"I don't know Jenna, an admirer of sorts I suppose." Vivian sat at her desk and put the card back into the envelope and Jenna realized something was wrong.

"Do you want to get the name of the florist who delivered it?"

"No, its on the envelope, its fine Jenna, don't worry about I will find out all I need to know later." Jenna went to desk and sat down, soon she was back to work but she kept a watchful eye on Vivian.

Vivian worked that day, but wasn't really sure if she had gotten anything done. She didn't want to rush back to Sherlock after the events early this morning. She took photos of the flowers as they were sitting on her desk and made a small video at her desk of everything around her. She then finished up early to stop by the security desk. She had him pull up this mornings videos and asked him to show her the delivery guy. He was in uniform and only dropped off the flowers to the front desk, one of the other security officers had brought the flowers to her desk. She had no reason left to stay, so she took the card, wrapped in a plastic bag and headed out to hail a cab.

Once she arrived back on Baker street she looked up at Sherlock's flat all lit up and climbed up the stairs. Once she arrived she was happy to see at least now if there was any irrational behavior, John would be there to witness it.

"Oh well Hello gentleman. Playing Cluedo?" John shot Vivian a glare and looked back at Sherlock.

"You can't be serious, The headmaster is not the one taking bribes from the children Sherlock. How would they pay him, in Easter candy?"

"Look John, I just follow the data. And besides these children are quite well of. Most of them have weekend homes twice the size of your and Mary's." Vivian could see John conceding to Sherlock's no doubt correct theory about a private case and decided she needed to distract the two.

"Sherlock this arrived for me today at work." She took the card and envelope out of her purse and sat them down onto the coffee table. She sat on the chesterfield to see if either man had payed attention. Sherlock kept spewing facts out to John as he strode over to the coffee table. Once he saw how the envelope was address he stopped. He bend down to pick it up and looked up at Vivian. He could see the worry in her eyes. He picked up the card and envelope and read it out loud.

"Once the clock begins to chime, It will end on his time. On who's time? At what time? Why would these be the only clues he gives?"

"How do you know it's a he, it could be a she. I looked at the handwriting all day, looks feminine to me."

"Just because it is written neatly and in perfection proportion doesn't mean it is from a woman. The spacing and size suggest male."

"Well do those words ring a bell. I did an online search for those words but found nothing. I know Google isn't a synonym for research but I am no expert on literature. I figured your massive data base of knowledge might be better suited for that. " John smirked at Vivian knowing she was trying to sooth Sherlock's ego. Sherlock must have not paid attention to it because he seemed to be searching the recesses of his mind for that phrasing. Soon he got up and started getting his scarf and jacket on.

"Come on John, lets look into this. Vivian stay here where you will be safe."

"Well it was nice seeing you John. I hate to leave, but there are other things I should get to." She then looked at Sherlock.

"I will leave you to it. Let me know if I can be any more help. I want to figure out who this is, but I'm not going to hide in here all the time. I will be back shortly, Bye bye boys." She then turned and walked back out of his flat and out onto Baker street. Sherlock was annoyed she didn't listen to him so he waited with for a moment before heading out into the cold night to follow her.

Vivian had made her way across town to a small shop and was glad to see it was still open. She stepped in and got out of the cold as a lady who seemed to be in her late 60's came out of the back room. She looked surprised that someone was in her shop, but soon Vivian approached the desk and she knew Vivian was a woman on a mission. Sherlock watched as she left the shop and headed down the street. Soon she headed into the florist who had delivered the flowers. She asked what information they could give about the purchaser. Soon a young man came out from the back and Vivian recognized him from the surveillance video, he was the delivery man. He said he had taken the order the prior evening and that the man paid in cash, so he didn't get a name. He described him as about 6 ft. 1 with dark hair and eyes. He had on a ball cap so it was hard to see any details, but he remembered he was wearing a ring on his left hand. It wasn't a wedding band, more like a class ring. Vivian took down all the notes she could from the guy and turned to leave. Once outside she sent Sherlock a message.

I know you and John followed me, I can see him sitting next to the window. Not a lot to go on here, but I have a description and he wore a distinctive ring. See you later. Oh and tell John to be careful with that lo mien, sometimes the noodles are kinda mushy. V.H.

Sherlock stood up and looked out the window and as he did Vivian waved at him. John put his fork down and followed Sherlock out to walk with her. Somewhere in the distance a clock started chiming and Vivian turned around to find Sherlock. She had an uneasy feeling and ran to him. She stood there inches from him and looked at him with a panic in her eyes. John felt the tension between then, and cleared his throat.

"Maybe the note has me more jumpy than I thought." Sherlock put his hand on her shoulder and looked into her eyes.

"The clock is done chiming and I'm still here." Just then a huge a firetruck passed then sirens blazing and Vivian watched as it turned down Baker Street. The three ran and once they rounded the corner they knew it wasn't good. Black smoke was billowing out of the door at 221 Baker Street. Vivian took off and ran to Mrs. Hudson.

"Mrs. Hudson, are you alright? Please tell me your okay."

"Yes dear, Where is Sherlock was he in? There was a fire, luckily I had just come in from dinner with Mr. Park and saw the smoke coming from under your door. I called the fire dept. but I think your flat was all ablaze." As Mrs. Hudson was finished telling Vivian what had happened Sherlock and John came rushing over. Sherlock looked at Vivian and knew this was now a threat he considered personal. He had been used to receiving threats, but now that they were aiming at Vivian, who was innocent in this, they had his full attention.