"Hey, Angie, how's it going? Got anything?" Olivia said, walking into the room where they did the autopsies. The blonde haired woman looked up from a corpse. Blowing a curl away from her thick glasses, she smiled.

"Yep. Big one, found in the subway. Nasty little job, too. Stomach cut clean open, insides removed, floppy disc jammed in there. Nearly lost the thing, too. Charlie was a little tired."

Olivia sighed. Charlie was so clumsy sometimes. "I suppose the area has already been trampled on. Shame, too. Could've gotten a lot from that." Angie stared at her. "What?"

"Your voice."

"What?"

"It sounds . . . British!"

"You know, I keep hearing that and it's getting annoying! Why is every one doing this?"

"Whoa," Angie held up her hands, "okay, I get the idea. You know, you're always going past your job."

Olivia shrugged. "I know, it doesn't matter as long as I can get out of it alive." She turned and started walking down the hall.

"You're gonna get yourself killed with an attitude like that.!" She called after her.

Walking towards an office, Watson started to hear an old song.

"*Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, never let it fade away,*" sang Perry Como.

"Catch a Falling Star," she said, walking in the room. The man at the computer jumped and grabbed his chest.

"Jeez, W, what was that for? Don't you know what knocking is?" He fixed his pocket protector and ran his fingers through his greased hair. She walked over and sat on a stool, dangling her legs like a little girl.

"Hmmm, no. Got any goodies for me, Marshal?"

"Just the mp3 you were listening to."

"Were you able trace it?"

He shook his head. "We checked all the sharewares out there, none match." He replayed part of it, then looked at the moniter thoughtfully. "Did a nice job, actually."

"Hey, when we find this person, don't get bribed and let him go for a trade in music recording. Anyway, if we can't find the file online, can we find a CD it's on?"

"It's damn Perry Como!! Oldies lovers all over have the cd! There's NO way we could ever find it."

"Well, what about the floppy, can't we try to find the company that make it. I mean, to be able to get a mp3 on a floppy disc take some serious space on it. That's not a usual disc. It should be easy to find the guy if we look at a list of the people who bought them."

He shook his head. "Compacted the file. It's a Staples brand floppies. Cheap, 25 in a pack . . . big seller."

"So we basicaly got nothing?"

Marshal rolled his eyes. "Wow you learn quick."

She grinned. "At least I'm not the one with something in my computer that was formally in a body."

Marshal paled. "Uh, no way. We copied it. Plus, it's evidence. I don't want any blood and guts in my baby." He patted the computer fondly.

"And people think *I'm* obsessed!" Olivia shook her head. "I'm going to find a mocha," she muttered, agrivated. "Can you get me a copy of the case files?"

"No sweat."

Sitting at her computer a few minutes later (her mocha hunt in vain), a email came through with the files, which she promptly printed out and started to read. She was so immersed in what she was doing that she didn't see the tall, thin man walk up right behind her and-

"Hello!"

Olivia screached and turned around, promptly face-to-face with a glass jar of Starbucks. She glared up at the man, then her mouth dropped when she saw who it was.

"Holmes! What are you doing here?!? Better yet *how* did you get here?"

He handed her the drink. "The answer to the first is that I was bored after sitting infront of the . .what is it called? Oh yes, the television, so I took the money off of the counter, I hope you don't mind-"

She shrugged, "It was Krys' for pizza, anyway." She went back to her struggle with the bottle.

"Anyway, two answer the second-" he paused and took the bottle, opening it quickly, effortlessly, and handing it back to her, "-I do believe it is called walking. You know, one foot in front of the other, and soon you'll be walking out the door?" He sang off key. "That *was* on the tape, you know." Olivia stared at him. "Something wrong?"

"Krys taped over the National Geographic tapes." She murmered and slammed her head on her desk continually. Holmes looked down at the papers.

"And what do we have here?" He murmered, picking up the papers and scanning them quickly. "Interesting. Not the hound, but interesting." She grabbed them back.

"Hey, this is mine, bud. You go get a job here and *then* I'll share a case. By the way, where *is* my partner? Ag?" She leaned back. calling.

"Yeah?"

"Ya seen Krys?" She frowned.

"Yes, she was out on a date or something." Holmes snorted.

"Shut up, that's impolite," Watson chastised him. "Uh, thanks, I guess."

Agnes looked up at Holmes, then back at her winking. Olivia rolled her eyes and made the 'cut it' sign.

"You go home, I'll find Krys, and we'll show you the magic of fast food." She turned back to her work, taking a sip and sighing.

"Uh, yes, about that. I have . . errands I have to do."

Olivia looked at him with her mouth full and saw he wasn't joking. Laughing out loud, she spit her drink across the room, gaining the gaze of others. Holmes cocked his head to the side.

"What's so funny?"

"You, for one." She started to dab at the mess. "Errands, things to do, you haven't even been alive for more than a week!"

'You'll thank me later," he muttered softly, a look on his face that she couldn't distinguish.

"Alright," she said slowly. "If you need anything, you have my number in that adress book, right?"

"You're as insistant as a mother is," he grinned. Watson gripped the side of the desk, suddenly feeling lightheaded. It had happened before, strangly whenever he grinned like that. Just a coincidence, she told herself.

"Fine. See you later, I suppose, Watson." He started to jog out of the office.

"And who was *that* fine young man?" Agnes giggled.

"Holmes," Watson replied darkly.

"Oh, how cute! How long have you been dating?"

"Dating!?!? Holmes and I-well, that one is hysterical."

She shrugged. "Your personal love life is of no concern of mine. That it, unless I want it to."

Olivia was about to retort but a loud, large mob tearing towards where she was standing stopped her.

"Ms. Watson, is it true that you've woken up Sherlock Holmes from a cryogenic state?"

"Ms. Watson!"

"Over here, Ms. Watson!"

Olivia's mouth turned into a big 'o', then she tore off towards the back exit, quickly grabbing her things and then leaving.

Panting with the door slammed shut, she looked up to see Krys with a smug look on her face. Holmes was sitting, staring bashfully at the picture over the table.

"I want answers, NOW!" Krys hollered, pointing towards the trunk, the secret compartment open, I found those in there, and I'm not stupid. I can put two and two together."

"I didn't think you'd believe me," she said shamefully.

"Livvie, I read anything I can find on paranormal research attitude! Why wouldn't I believe you? She thumbed through one of them. "So you went back?"

"You know, you *should* include Holmes in this," Olivia said meakly.

Krys was on a tyrant. She whirrled around. "So is this true?"

He nodded. "Yes. One minute I'm with Watson in the parlor, the next, . . standing over a crumpled, frazzled young woman staring dazedly at the ceiling." He smiled at Olivia, the one where her stomache did flip- flops. "And that was Olivia Watson."

"I *knew* you two were acting too friendly," she muttered. "So that's why you were so worried about him being revived succesfully. He wasn't a stranger. He was a . ." She stopped and looked at the two of them to find the right word.

"Friend," they said in unison.

"Whatever. So was there anything else that was not put in the papers?"

"Not much. Watson was included in almost everything. In the end though, we were walking to get relief from our roles, and we met up with-"

"The evil, two-faced, pompous man," Olivia muttered, getting a glare from Holmes.

"One must have respect for enemies, dear." The nickname made her sit up straighter, suddenly feeling her cheeks blushing. "We met up with Moriarty. He threatened to kill Watson, so she flipped him-rather good flip, too-"

"I *still* hurt, though. Fat old thing."

"Do you mind?!?"

"Oh, sorry."

"We were about to leave when he turned to shoot me, but Watson stepped in front, and took the bullet." Krys gasped. "I wished I could do something, but all I could do was watch the scene unfold. Afterwards, he shot me, too. Next thing I knew, I was waking up at the lab."

"Alright. Alright." She leaned on the door to the bathroom, then straightened up and swung it open. "Koo!"

He tripped and fell on the floor, looking up abashed.

"I suppose we should go on the tely and tell the world," said through his hands.

"Ah, I can see us now. First Jerry, then Sally, next, the Ananda Show!" Koo said happily. Every one glared at him.

"More like the insane asylum," Watson commented darkly. "Oh, just to let everyone know, we might have to use the fire exit to leave the house for a while. H.Q. got mobbed earlier by every news station known on this side of the United States."

"Lovely, like I needed a larger damper on my life than Sis." Koo roller his eyes.

"I suggest pizza tonight," declared Krys, then turned to get the money from where it was. She groped for it, then turned. "Where did my money go!?!?" She yelped.

"Uh, to the store down the street for a mocha," Holmes said.

Koo leaned and said something quietly to Holmes, who darkened and got up, an iron grip on Koo's shoulder, and walked into the other room.

Krys started to order the food when Olivia's cell phone went off, which she answered.

"You never told him you had doctor's orders to stay out of work!?!" yelled Lestrade.

"I kinda didn't stay around *for* the orders. What did the doc say?"

"You're to stay out of work for a week, but Krys, well, she better be here tomorrow."

She was slightly relieved. The pounding headaches, mixed with her arm's pain and the sheer emotional stress was too much on her.

"Alright. Bye."

"What's up?" Krys asked as she hung up the house phone.

"I can't go to work for week." She pouted.

"Poor baby." Krys hugged her. "Anything else?"

"Yes. You *have* to be in work tomorrow."

She blushed. "I will, but uh, I've got stuff to do tomorrow."

"Fine," Olivia sighed as Holmes walked briskly into the room, pulling out the cushions of the sofa. "What are you looking for, Holmes?"

'The remote control." He said tightly.

"We keep it in the drawer." Koo offered, smugly.

The evening news came on, a few things past, but then they started to say something about their street and everyone payed attention.

"The Jolly General Store-" said the news reporter, taking off her fake smile and replacing it with concern.

"I told Carlos to get his father to change the name, but no. Hey, she's hott!" Krys hit Koo on the back of the head after his declaration.

"- Was robbed. Police link it to the Dogs, a British gang also inhabiting New York."

The phone rang as they switched to the weather, and Watson grabbed it.

"'Lo?"

"Watson?"

"Marshal? What's the matter?" She asked worried.

"We had another murder. They didn't want you to know since you were supposed to be out, but I snuck out to pretend to smoke to let you know. I'm going to fax over the stuff now, okay?"

"Thank you so much." She ran into her room and started to read it quickly, sitting down slowly in a chair.

"What's that?" Holmes asked.

"Read." She said off-handedly. Shrugging, he walked over and leaned on the back of the chair, reading over her shoulder.

"'Marks and mutilation point to those used by the Dogs.'" Holmes murmered.

Shaking, she got up and walked out to the fire escape, curling in a ball. This couldn't be happening, and yet it was. She started to rock back and forth.

Holmes crawled out and put a hand on her shoulder. "What's the matter?"

Tears were prickling at her lids. She couldn't let him know, she and her mother had tried to put the past behind them.

"Olivia?"

"Part of the reason my Mum and I left," she choked, "was because Dad was part of a crime ring, a gang."

"And?" He knew the answer already.

"The gang was called the Dogs."

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(A/N) Sorry it took me so long. I had TONS of school junk had to get done. But I'm back! And I apologize about the name, but when I was delusional with a fever when I was sick (long story, although it *does* involve oyesters {really}) I was reversing a couple of characters names, and got something that went with Dogs. I have no idea if there really is any store called that, or any gangs with the name, so let me live! I want to write!