The phone rings.

A white hand comes from under the cover, picks up the phone and drags it into the belly of the blanket.

"Hello?" Fiona asks with a soft voice.

"Yes, this is she."

"I will be there in less than twenty minutes." The phone emerges from the blanket and is returned to its place on the nightstand by a pink scaled hand.

"I am warm, can you tell my boss I can't because there is a Silurian I must keep warm."

"You wanted to be part of the family business."

"Hey! That is opposite of an incentive to leave our bed."

Fiona is the first to emerge from the blanket. She reaches over to the nightstand, puts on her glasses and notices a four-year-old staring back with a smile.

"Alaya," Fiona pats the blanket. "We have company."

"April? What are you doing up?" Alaya asks from the warmth of the covers.

Fiona pats the blanket again, this time Alaya sits up and leans over to see her daughter just smiling in return.

"April what are you doing up so early in the morning."

"I don't know," April shrugs. "I am done sleeping."

"I am sure you heard I must go to work." Fiona climbs out of bed and picks up her daughter. "You can keep your mother warm."

"I want to go with you."

"Stay with me and keep my warm." Alaya touches her daughter's cheek with her tongue and looks up to her wife. "She want to be with you and feels rejected."

Fiona tames her beastly hair and talks to Alaya through her reflection, "It is the morgue ..."

"It is the family business."

"But there is blood and well ..." Fiona turns around and pins one last strand of hair, "It isn't pretty."

"She knows."

Fiona looks at her daughter, "I can't ride you in my basket. You are getting way too big."

April crawls out of bed and stands by the door, "I want to go, please."

Fiona looks to a smiling Alaya while she puts on her backpack and slides in her cricket bat, "I will take you if your mother drives us."

Alaya's smile vanish.

April runs over and wraps her tongue around her mother Alaya's wrist pulling her hardest.

Fiona turns to her wardrobe, "You also have to wear warm clothing."

April nods as she is trying her hardest to pull her Mother Alaya off the bed, "Mother, please?"

Fiona kisses her wife on the top of her crown, "I shall be downstairs getting coffee and sandwiches." She bends down to eye level with her daughter, 'What sandwich shall I pack?"

April snaps back her tongue to answer, "Peanut butter with jam, please."

"My favorite. I shall make two." Fiona exits the bedroom and leaves the two Silurians take on their own battles.

Fiona finishes packing a lunch including two sandwiches, one vacuum bottle filled with coffee, another filled with milk and a custard tart slice.

She leaves a note for the others, heads out into the landing to be greeted by two dressed Silurians. April is wearing her backpack, and a small cricket bat handle is handing out at the top.

"Shall we?"

"Now remember remain quiet and pay attention." April nods.

Fiona unlocks the morgue and turns on the lights. She quickly surmises the room and prepares for her guest.

April quickly goes to the office and sits to watch her mother work.

A knock on the door.

Fiona quickly swings the door open and Inspector Thompson and Detective Clark gurney two black body bags.

"Good evening Inspector. Detective." Alaya evaluates the quirkiness of their presence. "Where are the usual officers?"

Detective Clark locks the gurneys in place while Inspector Thompson hands over the brief. "We didn't want our evidence compromised."

"Compromised?"

"We need to know how they died, what was the cause of death, instrument used and any other information you can find." Instructs Inspector Thompson. "You call us immediately."

"I will begin immediately," Fiona nods yes.

"Good evening Doctor." Inspector Thompson makes his usual dramatic exit.

"Good evening Doctor," Detective Clark smiles at Fiona while rolling her eyes.

"Good evening Inspector and Detective."

Fiona closes the door and locks it from the inside. She turns to see April all excited, "Do you want to wind the gramophone and play music?"

April quickly goes to work and play Irving Berlin.

"Good choice." Fiona smiles as she begins to unzip the first body bag. She pulls the zipper down a few inches, stops and zips it shut. She smiles at April as she turns off the gramophone and calls Alaya.

"Hi, please come back and bring your mothers."

"No April is being brave and listening to my instructions."

April smiles and sits still in her seat.

"Razors."

"Yes."

Fiona hangs up the phone and bends down to April, "I need your mother and grand mamas. This is part of the family business. Please stay in the office and read. I will not be playing music. I hope you do not mind."

April licks her mother's cheek and slinks her small Silurian tongue back into her mouth. April makes a funny face as her little scales clamp down, "Are you worried?"

"A little. So please stay in the office." Fiona looks around, opens a box and pulls out an orange book. "Here, get a jump start on your next book. I know you and Kay will enjoy the story."

"The Story of Doctor Dolittle by Hugh Loft ... Lofting?"

"Very good. Now you remain in this office until I come for you. Do you understand?"

April nods her head yes.

Fiona closes the door of her office and places a couple of rolling tables in front of the door.

April gathers the blankets in the corner and creates a fort under the desk and begins to read.

After a few minutes, there is a knock on the morgue door. Fiona runs over, "One moment."

April peaks through books to watch.

Fiona unlatches the door, and two large strange men come walking into the morgue. The one wearing a tie and three-piece suite speaks, "Where is Doctor Falkner?"

Fiona stands tall, "I am sorry he is not here."

"When do you expect him?"

"I do not know."

"I have a message for the Doctor."

"Would you like to wait or shall I write it down?" Fiona makes the motion to offer seating the three gentlemen.

"Are you a good girl?" The man with the tie and three-piece suit comes within centimeters from Fiona's nose.

April gets down from her perch and grabs her cricket bat. She returns to her viewing point, watches and listens. Her scales are tight against her body; she is ready to fight.

"What?" Fiona steps back half out of instinct and the other half of her brain place her hand inches away from the cricket bat.

April watches as her mother takes calculated steps backward and she notices how close her mother's fingertip are to the cricket bat.

The man with the tie and three-piece suit shakes his head in disappointment, "I do hate repeating myself."

"I am a very good girl." Fiona stands as tall as she is able and doesn't offer any hints as to her desire to swing her cricket bat into his face.

"Good. I can't stand bad girls."

"May I offer you coffee or milk?"

"Milk?" Scoffs the man with the tie and three-piece suit and taps Fiona's nose, "You are a good girl. Of course, you could be lying, that red hair of yours is quite devilish."

Fiona blushes with anger.

April is doing her best to remain calm. That man called her mother devilish because of her beautiful red hair.

Fiona pretends to stumble back another step landing on the cricket bat for support. "Please how can I be of assistance?"

"I have a message for Doctor Faulkner."

"I will take the message."

April licks the air and smiles.

The man with the tie and three-piece suit and slaps Fiona's face. He yells and spits on Fiona's back, "I don't take orders from devilish women."

April watches as that man's hand make contact with her mother's face.

Fiona takes the full force of the slap, allowing her to fall to the floor with the cricket bat in her hand. She stays down, not giving any evidence of violence.

"Do you take orders from the Devil?"

The three men turn to see three women wearing unorthodox clothing each with long swords raised to attack. The men draw out blades and guns.

April smiles and climbs down from her perch, slowly opens the office door and stealthy walks undetected hiding behind a cart.

The man with the tie and three-piece suit speaks, "Men relax. There is no threat here. I only pass on a message."

Vastra steps forward and looks down at the man with the tie and three-piece suit. "Mr. Ottavio Handley. I will take your message to the Doctor in charge of the Morgue."

"I will wait." He smirks back, "You are neither friend or family, but you dare use my name."

"Mr. Charles Sabini, my apologies." Vastra looks to see Fiona is standing upright and in the proper stance. "I will ignore your social indiscretion if you ignore mine."

"It is not a crime to have a conversation. Or does the Great Detective and ..." He looks at Jenny up and down, "Companion has business with the morgue."

Vastra takes out a card and gently hands it to Mr. Charles Sabini.

He reads the card, "So you are in charge of the Morgue?"

"You slapped my employee."

April squeezes her cricket bat tighter and sucks in air.

Fiona squeezes her cricket bat tighter watching for any signal from Vastra.

"Had I known ..." He replies with his arm open wide.

"What you would not have used force?"

"Madame Vastra, I am a reasonable man ..."

"You are only reasonable when you are a mouse standing before a lion." Vastra hisses. Her tongue tastes her granddaughter nearby. "What is your message and take your leave." 'What is April doing here?'

'She is safe in the office.' Transmits to Vastra.

'No, she is hiding behind the cart.'

Fiona has a frustrated look, but there is nothing to do, but have the men leave.

Alaya is now watching for any movement in the room.

"Just leave Mr. Charles Sabini," Vastra opens the morgue door and nods for the men to leave.

Mr. Charles Sabini puts up his hands to command his men to stop.

"Sir, Please leave."

"I will not leave until I know approve the report ..." He points to the two body bags, " ... for these ... these bodies."

"As you can see the bodies have not begun examination. For this reason a report will take hours."

Mr. Charles Sabini looks around for a chair, "We shall wait."

"You may wait outside," Vastra nodding for the men to leave.

Mr. Charles Sabini stands firm and crosses his arm in defiance. The two men behind him do the same.

Vastra sucks in air, "Mr. Sabini we shall not be intimidated. You wait outside, or I shall contact the authorities."

The men remain steadfast.

'Fiona, call the inspector. Quietly and bring April with you.'

A subtle nod is made by Fiona as she quietly backs up towards her office.

A slight miscalculation, her keys fell out of her pocket when she fell to the ground. Fiona stepped on them, and it broke the silence in the morgue that would have woken the dead bodies.

The three men turn around.

"You are not going anywhere Doctor." Mr. Sabini nods to the taller gentleman in a brown coat.

The brown coat man makes an attempt to grab Fiona's arm.

Fiona quickly regains the advantage and steps back from within his reach. She extends the bat upward, "One more step, Sir, and you shall feel the wrath of this bat."

He laughs as has large form steps forward. He falls to the ground with a grunt and grabs his knees in anguish and looks to see a small child with a cricket bat ready to swing downward on his face.

"You touch my mother and you will feel the wrath of my cricket bat." April says with her heart beating out of her chest and her Silurian blood pumping through her veins.

Fiona quickly pulls her daughter behind, "Thank you dear for the rescue, but please return to the office."

"But that man hit you!" April extends the cricket bat to point to Mr. Charles Sabini, "You are a coward, Sir."

Sounds of nails falling from the ceiling. Fiona smiles as she can hear April's scales ping shut.

April looks to her Silurian mother who nods in the direction of the office. April obeys and cautiously walks backward, enters the office and climbs the desk to watch from the window.

April watches as mother Vastra speaks from the morgue door, "Mr. Charles Sabini I would suggest that you leave immediately and never attempt to intimidate my staff again." She leans forward with her blade, "I suggest the next time you want to visit my morgue you better make an appointment. If not, I will hold back my staff from doing you or your men any harm. I don't like unexpected guests. I will not repeat myself."

Mr. Charles Sabini turns to look at his weakened henchman attempting to stand with a limp. He shakes his head and leads his men out the door.

He stops to face Vastra, "Until next time."

"Mr. Sabini," Vastra looks into his eyes with such hatred, "You better hope not."

Mr. Sabini stands firm staring into her eyes, but to everyone else ... they can smell fear coming out of his pours.

He exits with his two henchmen sulking behind.