Mycroft refused to let Vivian see Sherlock right away, wanting to try to reverse some of the damage Irene did. Vivian didn't leave Baker St. for three days, trying to make sure Sherlock would be as comfortable as possible when he got back. Finally Mycroft showed up, giving Vivian the news.

"Vivian, I think you could be of a great help to us." Vivian looked to Mycroft, not sure what he wanted her help with.

"Alright, what can I do to help you. I mean after all you did make sure to look the other way at my gun misfiring at Ms. Adler." Mycroft gave her a smile as he sat in John's chair, watching as Vivian curled into Sherlock's.

"I would like you to come with me to work on a very difficult case to break." She tilted her head as she raised a brow to him.

"I don't work for you remember." Mycroft looked her over, knowing the one piece of information that would get her to go along was the last thing he would tell her. He just looked her over, tilting his head like Sherlock does and she leaned forward. "Tell me the truth Mycroft and I may be inclined to help."

"You know everything you need to know." He watched as she looked him over, her eyes scrutinizing every detail of him and she suddenly stood up. Her voice was loud and Mycroft thought he could heard Mr. Hudson saying something about the neighbors as Vivian yelled.

"You haven't been able to help him? How much damage did she do?" Vivian leaned down over him, her glare enough to make him shift in his seat.

"He refuses to talk to me or John. She gave him large amounts of a hallucinogenic as well as a cocktail of other drugs. When my men found him he was strapped into a chair, forced to watch a videos of her and her clients." Vivian sat down and Mycroft handed her a cell phone with some video's of Sherlock on it. She watched them, and Mycroft could see that she wished she had just killed Irene when she had the chance. She got up and looked at Mycroft as he sat there.

"What in the hell are you still sitting there for, let's go." She moved down the steps swiftly and soon she was on the sidewalk waiting for Mycroft to make it out of the flat. His driver opened the door and Mycroft let Vivian climb into the car first, joining her so that he could take her to Sherlock. In the car she assaulted Mycroft with a barrage of questions on how they've tried to treat Sherlock, but she was beginning to see that Mycroft had really exhausted all other ideas.

"So, you've flushed his system, shown him videos and photos of his life prior and made sure his cognitive mind was functioning properly. There must have been something you've missed. She would not put him in this state if she could not bring him out of it. Her plot to use him against The Authority is still valid Mycroft. Why was she one step ahead of you? is there a traitor in your midst?" Mycroft sat there, looking at Vivian, hoping he was right to bring her to Sherlock and that she was wrong about a traitor.

They arrived at the location Mycroft had been using as his "command central" over the past week and Vivian looked around as he led her to Sherlock. She got to the door and Mycroft took a step back, indicating that she was going in alone. Vivian took a step into the room where Sherlock was sitting in his robe and pajamas staring at the wall. He had written all sort of nonsense on the wall, lines and circles around words he thought were important. He turned to see Vivian, his eyes narrowing as he looked her over.

"Are you here to assassinate me as well?" She walked over to the far wall standing in front of his scribbles.

"Do you think I am? Deduce it." He scrutinized her, studying her as she sat down in the floor. She could see his eyes scanning over her, narrowing at times before he'd direct his attention elsewhere.

"No. You think my mind is broken. You also are looking for someone, you lost someone and you're looking to get them back, someone you love no doubt. You seem to be the sort that's full of sentiment, full of hope that this loved one will be found safe and sound."

"You're quite good, quick too." Sherlock had an idea, she could see that miniscule smirk as he leaned over.

"If you help me, I can help you find this person." She couldn't tell what he was up to, so she stood up, turning to look at his ramblings on the wall.

"Need a fresh perspective on a case?"

"No, I want my violin. Those people think it would be dangerous, but honestly if I wanted to hurt them I could do so with just my hands." She turned back around, surprised to see him standing there so close to her.

"It helps you think when you can't connect the dots from one fact to another." He gave her a half-smile as he walked around her, looking at his wall once again.

"It seems you're rather good at deductions as well." She turned and walked out of the room, smile on her lips knowing that she did more than Mycroft or John was able to do. She found Mycroft in a room watching over monitors of his brother dear, surprised look on his face.

"He thought you were to assassinate him, I wouldn't think that a reason to gloat."

"Give him his violin."

"He could use it to hurt himself. No." She knew he was right, but she wanted Sherlock to have a little trust in her so she sat down next to Mycroft, placing her hand on his arm gently.

"I'll tell him he only gets to use it under supervision of one of your men." Mycroft thought about it before he turned to her slowly.

"If he gets hurt, it's on your hands." Mycroft gave a wave of the hand then on-screen a man walked into Sherlock's cell, violin in hand. Vivian and Mycroft heard the exchange between Sherlock and the guard. It turned out Sherlock would only accept Vivian as his "nanny" as he called it. Mycroft huffed listening to his brother, finally looking to Vivian and asking her to go to him. She stood up, walking into Sherlock cell, waiting for the security guard to leave before speaking. Sherlock moved his lone chair, putting it in the corner and motioning for her to sit while he played.

Vivian watched him for a while, listening to him but she could see his eyes on the wall, so she turned her attention to it as well, her eyes tracing over the words scattered about. The words started looking familiar and her mind when into overdrive. She stood up, picking up a marker Sherlock had been using and she started making her own lines on the wall. Mycroft watched as she frantically moved, standing on the chair to reach some of the higher places on the wall. She then turned to the camera, talking out loud.

"I think I know what she was trying to do." Sherlock stood there looking at what Vivian had done, but he still didn't see it. Vivian took his violin and bow before leaving the room, making her way back out to talk to her temporary boss. He looked at her when she walked in, surprised when she grabbed a pen and paper, scribbling out the message from the wall.

None of the decisions are yours. When you can't refuse anything and can't even move, those voices in your head go silent. All you can do, and all you are permitted to do, is feel.

"She was trying to make him feel, to make him more like the rest of us. She wanted to make him her lover so that she could manipulate him. She was trying her damnedest to turn him into her pawn." She scribbled out a list of supplies she needed and handed it to Mycroft. "Get me these things and I'll see if I can't get him back."

An hour later and Sherlock looked around as the lights in his room/cell dimmed. He stood up to look out the small window in the door but it opened before he could get to it. Then she walked in, her hair swept up into a side bun, her brown eyes outlined by long lashes, her lips painted the color of blood.

"Hello Sherlock. Please sit." He immediately sat in chair, not quite able to articulate an answer to her. She paced the room, running her fingers over his words scrawled on the wall. "I see you've been very observant, I'm flattered that you remembered what I said to you."

"Of course I did, I couldn't ever forget our conversations." The ivory dress seemed to match her skin as she moved around him, walking in and out of the shadows.

"Oh, such a brainy one you are. Have you figured it out yet?" Sherlock lowered his voice as he reached for her wrist.

"I have, but I'm afraid we are being listened to." He pulled her closer and she leaned down, her lips just outside his ear.

"Then be discrete Mr. Holmes." She stood still as he turned, his hot breath ghosting over her ear and neck.

"To get the information you're looking for, you must take down Mycroft, without him there would be a gaping hole in security for the trust, and from there we can rely on simple human error to acquire the bank codes. Are you pleased with this information?" She turned to look into his eyes, a coy smile crossing her lips.

"That pleases me very much. Thank you Sherlock." She slowly stood up, but his hand was still on her wrist stopping her from getting too far.

"I have held up my end of our bargain, now you hold up yours." She glanced up at the camera, whispering to him again.

"Now, with all the eyes watching and ears listening?" He pulled at her arm bringing her back down to his level. She knew he was trying to study her eyes so she closed her eyes, her lips hovering millimeters above his. "Are you wanting a goodbye kiss?"

"Open your eyes." Her eyes fluttered and when she opened them she could see his eyes, just inches from hers. They were scanning here, but when the door opened and the lights came up, Sherlock closed his eyes. She wrenched her hand away from him, but she knew the damage was done. Mycroft was standing there looking at his brother, trying to push Vivian behind him, but she stood there, waiting for Sherlock to start spitting out insults. His voice never came, instead he stood up, turning to look at Mycroft shielding this woman. Vivian watched him, he was looking between her and Mycroft and she got an idea.

"I've decided I don't need you anymore Sherlock, thanks for the information though." With that she turned to Mycroft, tilting his chin to look at her. She pressed a kiss to his lips before turning and walking away. Mycroft stood there, brows raised as he tried to comprehend what happened. Suddenly Sherlock walked over and decked him in the jaw before shouting at him.

"Keeping me in here like some prisoner. I'm no criminal dear brother, no matter how much you try to convince anyone that I am. Where is John?" Mycroft stood up smiling, at least his brother was back to himself.