Ok I know its been a while since I have updated this particular story but I had writers block going for a while plus I lost my disk that had all my stories on it. Well anyway on with the story

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock Holmes Sir Arthur Conan Doyle does

"Taking the clocks to new Scotland Yard will net us nothing Lestrade as the Tekkie's couldn't find anything last time." Said Holmes as he sat down to think.

"Well than what the Zed do you suppose we do the." Growled out the over tired Lestrade

"We keep our eyes open and wait." Said Holmes as he closed his eyes and steepled his fingers. " oh and Lestrade you might want to go home and get some sleep it appears that you haven't had any for the last couple of days and you will need to be refreshed for tomorrow." Said Holmes as he sat there.

Realizing that she wasn't going to get anything else out of Holmes Lestrade left muttering to herself about know-it-all detectives.

After she had arrived home Lestrade staggered into her room and flopped on her bed with a thump. Staring at the ceiling for what seemed like hours Lestrade finally realized that she was in fact to tired to sleep. (I've had this happen and believe me it isn't fun)

Feeling a breeze coming in through her door from the other room Lestrade decided to get some tea and shut whatever window was open.

Grumbling to herself she walked out to the kitchen to make some herb tea thinking that it would calm her down enough to sleep. As she was going past her table she noticed a small box sitting on the counter and the window leading out on to her balcony was wide open. Taking the box to her room and sitting on the bed she opened it carefully with gloves on in case there were any prints on there from whoever left it.

Inside was a beautiful dainty watch that hung on a fine gold chain that could be worn around the neck. She carefully took it out of the box to avoid smudging any fingerprints even though she knew from past experience that there wouldn't be any but you never know the perp might have gotten sloppy and made a mistake.

Also inside was a folded up note that said "Lestrade your time is running out beware!"

Meanwhile in Holmes's flat everything was quiet. Watson had retired to his room to recharge and Sherlock was sitting in the sitting room in his favorite chair with his fingers steepled and his eyes closed to a normal person it might look like Holmes was asleep but to the trained eye you could tell that he was awake.

The person outside of the apartment paused and listened carefully to see if all was still then silently glided up the stairs package in hand and slowly turn the doorknob and slid the package inside.

Holmes however had heard the person coming down the hallway stood up turned on the lights and said "Halt up are trespassing on private property." As he ran for the door only to open it and have a flash of light and a cloud of smoke greet him when he got there.

Coughing he peered down the hall to see if he could see if the person was still there but could see nothing but smoke.

Watson hearing Holmes coughing came into the entryway to see what was going on. Seeing smoke he took out a fan and helped to get rid of it.

After the smoke cleared he saw Holmes sitting in the doorway rubbing his forehead.

"Holmes! What happened?" asked Watson as he helped Sherlock up and into his favorite chair.

"Someone was trying to get into our flat." Said Holmes as he sat there

"Go see if our visitor left any thing by our door will you Watson?"

Going out into the hall Watson spotted a small box lying near the open door. Holmes opened it to find a pocket watch that had a magnifying glass etched into the cover in gold plating. Gazing at the watch Holmes sat there for the remainder of the night as if the watch itself held any clues as to who was sending them.

Ok tell me what you think you know the drill by now please read n' review PLEASE! And tell me if I should continue with this at all.