On our way to the lab we stopped to grab some lunch at a small café. We ordered some soup with cucumber sandwiches; I had a lavender tea, "Can I have some mint added please?" The waitress nodded and added it to the to-go order. John looked at me, "Do you always take you tea like that?" I laughed, "Yeah, actually, I do. I picked it up from my grandma when I lived with her for a while." John smiled, "How come you never ask for it at our place?" I leaned slightly back on my feet, looking up at Sherlock and then over to John, "Well…I just thought you might find it weird." Sherlock smiled a bit before answering, "You hang out with us and think the way you prefer your tea is weird?" I laughed, "Yes!" We all chuckled as we continued to wait for the order and then headed to the lab.

John and I watched from a distance so that we wouldn't get our food on anything while Sherlock worked. He looked over at me, "So, you ready for tomorrow?" I shook my head, "not, at all. I still have to go shopping in the morning, make sure to get the freshest items I can…I have to ace this tasting, John." He nodded, "I know. I am sure you'll do fine." I smiled at him, "I wonder if I'll be able to focus? All these crimes going on." He chuckled, "you focus on your career. Let Sherlock handle the crimes." I laughed. Sherlock was continually moving around, doing various tests, when the mobile went off, "Hello." We couldn't hear what was being said as he didn't turn it on speaker. He looked over at us, "Why would you be giving me a clue?" He smirked at whatever they responded with, "Then talk to me in your own voice." He put the phone down and went back to his last test; the result apparently interesting. I sighed, "He does love this doesn't he." John nodded back as Sherlock grabbed his cost, "Come on, you two. Klayre call Lestrade and have him get us access to the car." I did as I was requested and during the taxi ride he answered John's questions about the phone call. Sherlock closed the car door after me and hurried us in to the building. Lestrade led us to the victim's car and Sherlock opened the passenger's door, "How much blood you say was all over the car when you found it." Lestrade shrugged, "About a pint." Sherlock looked at us, "Not about, exactly a pint. That was their first mistake. The blood is definitely Ian Monkfords, but it's been frozen."

I blinked a few times, "Frozen?" Sherlock nodded, "There are clear signs. I think Ian Monkford gave a pint of his blood some time ago and that's what they spread on the seats." John walked closer towards the car, "Who did?" Sherlock looked back at him, "Janus cars. The clue's in the name." I shrugged looking over at Lestrade who shrugged back. John seemed to pick up on it though, "The god with two faces?" Sherlock smiled, "Exactly. They provide a very special service," He turned to look at me, "If you've got any kind of a problem, money troubles, bad marriage, whatever. Janus cars will help you disappear." He started to walk around the car, "Ian Monkford was up to his eyes in some kind of trouble. Financial at a guess. He's a banker. Couldn't see a way out. But if he were to vanish, if the car he hired was found abandoned with his blood all over the driver's seat…" I spoke a little louder than I meant too, "So, where is he?" Sherlock reclosed the car door, "Colombia."

My jaw dropped, "Colombia! How?" Sherlock led us out of the car holding room, "Mr. Ewart, of Janus Cars, had a 20,000 Colombian peso note in his wallet. Quite a bit of change too. He told us he hadn't been abroad recently, but when I asked him about the cars; I could see a clear tan line." He looked between me and John with a smirk, "No one wears a shirt on a sun bed. That plus his arm." Lestrade stopped and gave him a curious look, "His arm?" Sherlock nodded, "He kept scratching it. Obviously bothered him, and bleeding. Why? Because he'd recently had a booster jab, HepB probably. Difficult to tell at that distance." I grimaced at the way he used the word jab instead of shot, rubbing my arm where it would have happened. Sherlock didn't stop, "Conclusion? He'd just come back from settling Ian Monkford into his new life in Colombia. Mrs. Monkford cashes in the life insurance and she splits it with Janus Cars." I hopped a little bit from the way he just kept talking with excitement, "What, she was in on it? Got to say her acting is way better than yours." He rolled his eyes, "Now, go and arrest them, Inspector, that's what you do best." Then he motioned to John, "we need to let our friendly bomber know that the case is solved." We started to walk away and he got overly excited, throwing his arms out, "I am on fire!" I nudged his arm, "Don't get cocky." He smirked and called a Taxi to get us home. Not wasting any time, Sherlock immediately typed a new entry onto his blog page, causing the pink mobile to ring, "He says, you can come and fetch me. Help, Help me please!" We told Lestrade where to go and then Sherlock gave us a huge smile.

I yawned and pointed at the clock, "I better get to bed, I have to get up early for tomorrow. Goodnight John. Night Sherlock." I waved slightly as I yawned again, Sherlock headed for the door. "Goodnight Klayre, and good luck with the tasting." I smiled and nodded as I walked downstairs. As soon as I was in the comforts of my own flat I stripped to my underwear and crawled into bed. I sat up straight and reached for my phone to set an alarm for 6 am, "Almost forgot." I muttered to myself as I fell asleep. It felt like only a few minutes had passed when the familiar bell sound drifted into my dreams and woke me up. Quickly I showered and threw on my uniform, grabbing my shopping list as I went out the door. Mrs. Hudson was already awake and getting the paper from the doorstep, "Morning, Klayre!" She hollered at me as I walked passed her, "Morning, Mrs. Hudson," I shouted over my shoulder; sadly, I didn't have time to talk.

At the corner, I hailed the closest Taxi and asked to be taken to the farmers' market, it took about 30 minutes to get there. It was well worth it, as the produce was spectacular. I bought what I needed and made my way to the restaurant, which thankfully wasn't that far away. Andie and Mallory were there waiting for me, "We thought you might have chickened out." Andie joked as he took some of the groceries from me, "Of course not! First I just want to thank you two for volunteering to help today." They both nodded as I put my apron on, "Now, let's get busy!" Over the course of the next six hours we managed to pull the menu off. All other matters where put out of my mind as I made sure to plate everything just so. He walked back into the kitchen for a preliminary look over the dishes. In response to them he raised an eyebrow, "The guests and I are seated out in the garden." He then proceeded to instruct me that I would be describing each course as it was brought out. I gulped, "Yes, chef."

(the menu is mine but the photos used are not; Also, some are the closest representations I could find.)

As we carried out the Appetizer, a group of waiters brought the other courses closer to the door. I took a glance out the door, getting my breathing under control when I recognized one of the men sitting at the table and whispered his name under my breath, "Mycroft!" Immediately my heartbeat quickened and I felt the pressure even more. He didn't know that I had slightly started to develop a crush on his younger brother, but he knew that I was his neighbor. Everything about this would be told to Sherlock. Chef motioned for me to go ahead and come out.

I gulped, "Good afternoon, gentlemen. I'm sure you find the following courses much to your liking." I smiled as they nodded and began to ask questions. Mycroft recognized me, "So, how are you finding London, Miss. White?" I smiled, "It's rather enjoyable, Mr. Holmes. I find the life here very different from back home." He nodded as I presented the first course, "To start, I wanted to do something playful so a shooter came to mind. This here is a Cold Avocado Crab Soup." I waited until they were finished; they wrote down a few things in the provided notebooks and awaited the next course.

I again announced it, "The second course is a Grilled Rabbit Salad. Something a little lighter than a soup, served with field greens and a raspberry vinaigrette." They seemed pleased with it as Chef nodded for the third course, "Following a traditional multicourse meal, I opted for a fish course next. We have here a Thai Coconut Seared Barramundi served with sea beans, jack fruit and a sweet chili broth. I topped it with a Lotus Root crisp for texture." Shortly chef called for the next course, "As a palette cleanser I present a Peach and Lemon Honey Sorbet." I walked back into the restaurant to find Mallory watching through the shades, "So? What are they saying?" I sighed, "Nothing, nothing at all. They are all being very English." She laughed, "Well, from what I tasted while we were cooking, you should be fine Klayre. But that doesn't mean I'm not still nervous for you. Having to keep going back out there every 12 minutes."

I smiled and shrugged, "Everyone had different tastes, but I hope you're right." Chef motioned for the next course and I took in a deep breath as we walked it out, "For the main course I have prepared a roasted Buffalo strip loin with a goat cheese crust. It is accompanied by Wild mushroom and Duck Leg Confit potatoes with a White Truffle Glace Di Viand. Enjoy!" I walked backwards a few steps as they began to eat at it. Last but not least they eventually called for the dessert. "This last course is a Lemon Berry Basil cake with chocolate sauce and Rambutan Gelato," I smiled as we sat it down and then went back inside.

We waited for about 30 minutes before the guests came through to leave. Each of them stopped to shake my hand and thank me for the meal. Mycroft smiled at me, "I don't think either John nor Sherlock realize what an amazing cook they are living with. You have my many thanks for the meal and congratulations on your successful tasting." I smiled back at him, "Why thank you so much!" Chef followed them all and asked us to clean up before we leave, he grabbed my sleeve, "Klayre…how do I put this. I haven't had a meal like that in ages. Come in early on Monday so we can talk about your future here." I nodded as he left, Mallory standing just outside in the garden came up behind, "Want to go out to celebrate?" I turned towards her, "Yes, that's a great idea!"