The next morning dawned clear and bright. Jayne opened one eye and grimaced before yawning. She turned to find that she was alone in the bed, god only knew where Sherlock had gone to so early in the morning. A glance at the clock showed that it was still quite early, and she knew that the restaurant downstairs was still serving breakfast. So she dressed quickly in a pair of black slacks, a white button-up blouse, simple black ballet flats and a pair of simple amethyst earrings. The addition of the silver ring and rose necklace that Sherlock had given her completed her outfit. She ran a brush through her hair and quickly looped it up into a bun before heading downstairs.

She spotted John quickly and sat down across from him. He glanced up at her from his newspaper and looked a little abashed. "So," she drawled, "you locked him out of the bedroom?" She grinned at him. John blushed a bit and raised the newspaper to cover his face. Jayne chuckled as one of the waiters appeared at the table beside them. "I'll have the Belgian waffles with peaches, strawberries, blueberries, whipped cream and powdered sugar. Also, a glass of orange juice and a mug of Earl Grey, please?" she ordered quickly.

John ordered eggs and toast with coffee, and they both settled in to wait for their plates to arrive. "He really was completely out of line last night, you know," he said, defending himself. Jayne nodded in agreement. "Yes, he was. But truthfully, John, I've never seen him like that. Whatever was out there, it really shook him up. Maybe take it a bit easy on him today. I know he felt bad, afterwards. Remember that he doesn't ALWAYS think before he speaks, and I swear he has no filter, sometimes, between what flashes in his brain and his mouth."

John sighed and agreed. They both turned as the waiter returned with their plates. Jayne took a bite of a juice slice of peach with just a bit of the whipped cream and powdered sugar. It melted on her tongue and she sighed in delight. "Perfection," she complimented the waiter. He smiled and nodded, and left the two of them to their meals.

"So, I figured out that the U.M.Q.R.A. was worthless," John said, making conversation. Jayne looked up at him over her waffles.

"Oh? Just random letters?" she asked.

He snorted inelegantly. "You could say that," he said, and explained how he'd come to the conclusion, finding the "lover's lane" on the hilltop at dusk. Jayne laughed softly at his explanation. "Random, indeed!" she laughed.

"Also, Sherlock had me try and interview Henry's therapist. Afraid that didn't turn out too well. Dr. Frankland showed up and blew my cover, told her all about the investigation we were doing," John said, looking dejected.

Jayne smiled. "Pretty, was she?"

"Gorgeous, and smart. Funny," he agreed.

"Well, I'm sorry to hear it didn't work out, John. Maybe after all of this is over, you can ask her out for real instead of on Sherlock's oh-so-subtle 'do it'," Jayne said, patting John's hand before taking another bite.

They finished their breakfasts, John being a gentleman and tossing down enough to cover their meals, though Jayne tried to argue with him. Finally she gave up and just hugged him. "Well, I'm going shopping for a bit, Sherlock wants to meet back here at noon, so I'll see you both then," Jayne told him. He nodded and the went their separate ways.

Jayne wandered around the small town, stopping in various small shops and antique stores. She found a gorgeous carved armoire in one store and after a bit of haggling, whipped out the credit card from Mycroft. She scheduled it to be delivered when they returned home. She turned to leave the store and gasped when she ran into someone. She looked up and blushed, she'd run straight into Sherlock. She smiled and leaned up, kissing him on the corner of his mouth. "Well hello. Didn't expect to see you so soon," she said, glancing down at her watch. "Still have a whole hour before we were to meet back at he hotel."

"Hmm. Yes. Thought I would accompany you for a bit until we meet up again with John. That was quite a nice piece you purchased, and you haggled excellently," he said, complimenting her. She turned and stared at him.

"Ok, you're being particularly polite. What did you do?" she asked.

He stopped for a moment, the only evidence of his surprise being a slight widening of his eyes. "What do you mean?" he asked, his hands slipping into his pockets. Jayne grinned and nudged him with her shoulder. "You're being nice, Sherlock. And I know for a fact that you dislike big, heavy pieces like that. You prefer more modern, sleek pieces. You only put up with my taste in furniture when you have to," Jayne said, a smile still on her face.

Sherlock suddenly looked at his watch. "Oh look, it's time to go. Let's go, Jayne," he said, grabbing her elbow and leading her from the shop. She laughed and allowed him to pull her from the store, waving at the nice gentleman behind the counter. They returned to the hotel, where they met up with John and surprisingly, Greg.

"Greg!" Jayne called out, running up to him for a hug.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Sherlock shouted, stomping into the room, John at his heels.

Greg released Jayne from the hug and turned to Sherlock. "Oh nice to see you too. I'm on holiday, would you believe?" he said, one arm still around Jayne's shoulders. Jayne turned and grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler, handing her card to the man behind the register to be swiped.

"No, I wouldn't," Sherlock said, obviously agitated. John wandered in behind them, as Greg removed his sunglasses.

"Hello, John," Greg greeted him.

"Greg," John nodded in return.

"I heard you were in the area. What are you up to? You after this Hound of Hell, like on the telly?" Greg asked.

"I'm waiting for an explanation, Inspector. Why are you here?"

"I've told you, I'm on holiday," Greg reiterated.

"You're brown as a nut. You're clearly just back from your holidays," Sherlock argued.

"Maybe I fancied another one," Greg said, with a funny little shake of his head. Jayne grinned as she took another sip of her water, fascinated by the interaction between the two.

"Oh, this is Mycroft, isn't it?" Sherlock said, rolling his eyes heavenward.

"Now look..." Greg began, but was quickly cut off.

"Of course it is! One mention of Baskerville and he sends my handler down to spy on me incognito. Is that why you're calling yourself Greg?" Sherlock asked.

Jayne choked on her water. "That's his name," John and Jayne said at the same time.

"Is it?" Sherlock asked, surprised.

"Yes. If you'd ever bothered to find out," Greg said, sounding angry. He sighed. "Look, I'm not your handler. And I don't just do what your brother tells me."

Suddenly John turned to Greg. "Actually, you could be just the man we want."

"Why?" Sherlock asked.

"I've not been idle, Sherlock. I think I might have found something. Here," John said, taking a slip of paper from his pocket. "Didn't know if it was relevant, it's starting to look like it might be. That is an awful lot of meat for a vegetarian restaurant."

"Excellent," Sherlock said.

"Well done, John!" Jayne said, grinning at her friend.

"A nice scary inspector from Scotland Yard who can put in a few calls might come in very handy." John said, a smile playing around his lips as he looked at Greg. He reached over and rang the bell on the counter. "Shop!" he called out.

Thirty minutes later, they were gathered around a table, the two owners of the restaurant/hotel surrounded by piles of order papers and looking very nervous as Greg flipped through them. It didn't take long to surmise that Billy and Gary had bought a large dog, hoping to trade on the myth of the Hound, and it had been too big and vicious and they'd had to have the poor mutt put down. Jayne felt a twinge of sadness for the dog, it was obvious it hadn't been given a real chance at all.

Jayne looked up to see Sherlock handing John a cup of coffee. That was definitely unusual. Especially since they'd be leaving for Baskerville soon. She watched them, as John grimaced, Sherlock had put sugar into the coffee. She knew John didn't take sugar in his coffee, and only a scant teaspoon in his tea. She became suspicious when Sherlock glanced into the coffee cup as they were leaving, to make sure John had drunk the entire thing.

She came outside in time to hear Sherlock describing the Hound to John. She was puzzled, Sherlock hadn't said anything like that the night before. "I've got a theory, but I need to get back inside Baskerville to test it," he said, plucking his phone from his pocket.

"How? You can't pull off the ID trick again," John asked. Jayne had been wondering the same thing.

"Might not have to," Sherlock said, putting the phone to his ear. "Hello brother dear. How are you?" Sherlock said into the phone. Jayne smiled, of course, call in Mycroft for a favor.

Major Barrymore was NOT pleased to see them again. "I may have to comply with this order, but I don't have to like it," he said, turning away from them. Sherlock and Jayne walked away from him, as John began his search for the Hound in the laboratories downstairs. "Doesn't like it. Noted," Jayne said sarcastically, causing Sherlock to smirk at her.

The steady sounds of their shoes on the floors reverberated through the halls as they walked through several more of the offices. "Jayne, can you go through some of these files here, while I help John?" Sherlock said, pointing to a desk and a pile of folders.

"Can do," she agreed. As Sherlock left, she called out to him. "And Sherlock, whatever you do, don't give John a heart attack!" He turned back to her with a start, and she gave him a half-hearted glare. He merely shrugged and walked away. Jayne shook her head and sat down, slowly going through the files for any mention of a hound or of H.O.U.N.D. All the files were almost twenty years old or more, and she wondered if they had better files loaded onto the computers, but since it was such an old program, their best bet was paper files first.

An hour later, she looked up to see John and Sherlock headed her way. John was pale as a ghost, his eyes darting back and forth. "Oh my god. John are you alright?" Jayne said, hurrying over to him. She helped him sit on a bench and ran to the small lounge nearby. She poured him a hot cup of tea, with the barest hint of sugar. She handed it to him and made him drink it.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be alright." Jayne wasn't so sure, he was still breathing heavily.

She glared at Sherlock. "What happened?" she asked.

"Let's go find out," he said, and led the way to Dr. Stapleton's lab.