Hey guys. Another update yay! This was done on my phone so apologies if there are mistakes. Thought you would rather get it now than wait months for my computer to get fixed.

It was early in the morning when Sherlock finally moved from the bedside chair and stretched feeling his back pop in several spaces. He looked down at the mess of sheets and the woman tangled in them and thought about the night before. They had laughed together when most would have found it highly inappropriate. It had felt very much like when they had flatted together staying up late talking after a case. Though last night had left him tired which unnerved him. He could spend days working a case without food or sleep and yet one night watching Victoria toss and turn had him weary. Not to mention the growling in his stomach which begged for breakfast. Sherlock looked again at the woman who was now looking at him through sleepy eyes. She said nothing but held out her hand to him closing her eyes again. Sherlock raised an eyebrow intent on pointing out that he was not tired, but found himself instead placing his hand in hers and being gently pulled to the bed.

John stood in the kitchen muttering under his breath while trying to butter several pieces of toast with hard butter. Mycroft walked in and chuckled at his attempts.

"winning?" he smirked.

"I'll have you know that I am, in fact, getting somewhere." John motioned to the tea and fruit sitting on a tray. He added the crumpled toast to the tray and picked it up.

"for your patient?" mycroft enquired as he looked over the food. John nodded and moved out of the kitchen.

"John?" mycroft gave him a short, unsettling smile "try not to make a big thing of it."

John nodded half heartedly unsure of what he meant and continued on his way.

John knocked lightly on the door before entering. The room was half lit as one of the heavy curtains had not been pulled properly the night before. The segmented light stretched across the room and climbed up and over the bed. John placed the tray on the chest at the end of the bed and moved towards the beds sleeping occupant .

"you'll wake him."

John stumbled back from the bed at the sound of her voice.

"Jesus christ" he swirled around to see Victoria buttoning up her shirt.

"sorry to disappoint."

She smiled and picked up an apple from the tray.

"what's...why's... Sherlock's sleeping."

"yes" she bit into the Apple.

"but he's on a case."

"yes"

"but he doesn't sleep on cases. Ever."

Victoria frowned continuing to eat the fruit.

"really?"

"says it just slows him down. I cant think of a time he's slept on a case"

Victoria smiled at John.

"it's not that the sleep slows him down John, it's that his mind won't allow him to slow down enough to be capable of sleep. He explains it all wrong."

"right. Well. I uh" he looked between the two awkwardly wondering what exactly was going on. "I shall leave you to it before I wake him." He nodded at her as if punctuating his decision and shut the door behind him.

"how much of that did you get?" she looked over at Sherlock.

"enough to know that you think I'm incapable of explaining my sleeping habits."

Victoria walked over to him ruffling his hair.

"so you got the important parts then."

He quirked an eyebrow at her.

"oh just drink your tea Sherlock, we've got a case"

Sherlock walked towards the lounge straightening his cuffs. Victoria was sitting crossed legged on the couch looking at photos with great interest. John sat next to her glancing at her with concern. In the doorway to the front door stood a very tired Greg Lestrade. Sherlock paused looking at the scene.

"Greg Lestrade, how in any way, did your tired old mind think that bringing crime scene photos to a friend of the victim is a good idea?"

Lestrade stepped forward talking over Sherlocks outburst.

"now hang on just a second, YOU texted ME Sherlock. It's not my fault victoria answered the door."

"I did no such thing."

Sherlock moved towards lestrade and stopped next to Victoria still looking at the detective. He held out his hand which Victoria dropped his cellphone into.

"it would seem I owe you... a retraction of statement, glen."

"oh for goodness sake Sherlock, just come and help me with these." Victoria pointed to the crime scene photos of her friends murder.

"it's ok tori, that's the closest I've got to an apology from him, I'll take it"

Sherlock squinted at lestrade. He wasn't sure why but he wasn't pleased with the inspector calling Victoria tori. He swooped down to sit on the couch arm hovering over tori as he looked at the photos. John looked to Sherlock hoping that for once he would have a heart and stop Victoria from distressing herself.

"Clear shot straight to the frontal lobe. Powder burns around the entry site so the muzzle was against her skin at the time of the shot. Tear tracks on her face indicate she spoke to her shooter before she was killed. She knew she was going to die but made no attempt to run. Clearly she knew her death was not only inevitable but it's highly likely that she knew it would save the true target."

"hang on, she wasn't the target?" lestrade asked confused from the doorway.

The three shared a look.

"of course not. Her position at the yard kept her well out of any trouble and the woman was well liked by those around her. She's clearly not someone who'd be targeted by an assassin or high ranking thug."

At that moment a voice came from down the hall.

"apologies for my tardiness I've been on the phone to Julian dermont asking for his help with the case against Michael... ah. Lastrade... how nice to see you." Mycroft paused looking at the room.

"Julian dermont? The police comissioner? What am I missing?"

The group looked around at each other.

"sit down Greg"