(A/N) As always this is for my Watson. Sorry it took me so long to post sweetie. Weeping Angel sketches we're calling to me. Hope the chapter makes up for it. *grins*

Lady A: *yawns* I'm sure it'll be fantastic as always.

Lock: *sips her tea and reclines in her prayer pose* Quite possibly. *grins*

Lexi's POV

We followed Mycroft back to a room which contained a load of monitors. He looked back at Sherlock and I, glancing over our shoulders at the Doctor who was whispering something to Amy, the Scottish redhead not looking happy in the least. River smiled at me and I nodded at her assurance that whatever was going on was not of any concern. I caught the word explain in the Doctor and Amy's conversation and I sighed and rolled my eyes. I wasn't sure how I felt about Amy yet. I knew for certain that I liked Rory and River. Rory was quiet and kind and reminded me of John a little. River on the other hand reminded me of my friend Mary. She had a good sense of humor and she certainly knew how to handle herself. I liked the Doctor as well. He was odd, but he amused me and I could tell that he was a good man. I could see in him that he held regrets and there was a sadness behind his eyes which had this old quality to them. On the outside he looked young, but those eyes had seen so much. Then there was Amy. I liked her well enough, but her constant demand of "Explain" was starting to grate on my nerves in a way only Anderson and Donovan could. As Sherlock said people saw but they didn't observe. Not everyone saw like we did though, but River and Rory could keep up just fine with the Doctor, Sherlock, and me.

Mycroft turned back to the monitors and pressed a few buttons on the keypad in front of him, calling up CCTV footage of a street which he paused as he looked back at us and cleared his throat. This got Amy and the Doctor's attention and they looked up at Mycroft sheepishly. Mycroft gave me a pointed look as Sherlock stood beside me, his hand still in mine, as he glared back at his brother. I rubbed my thumb over his hand to calm him down and his stony expression softened by the smallest degree. None of this was doing well for Sherlock. I could tell that he had come to accept what the Doctor was saying was true as he himself had seen the TARDIS and we had been on Baker Street before showing up at the palace. Most likely he still was of the opinion that this was some drug induced hallucination and was just going along with it without making too many comments. I could be more open minded about all of this. I trusted what I saw and logically I knew that I had seen everything I thought I had. The angels were therefore real and the Doctor was also real. Besides, Mycroft knew of the man as he had told me over the phone that the Doctor was considered a Grade Four Active and I was not to speak with him. I of course never listened to what I was told to do. If the Doctor was considered a Grade Four Active like my status now was after a minor hacking situation recently, then that meant that he had made a name for himself in the British Government and not a good one.

"What do you know about the organization known as U.N.I.T?" Mycroft asked Sherlock and I and I raised my eyebrow at the name. I knew of it to be sure. That was one of the reasons why my status had been changed. Apparently trying to hack into secure government websites was frowned upon, even if you could figure out the password and get right in. Mycroft had quickly caught my hacking before I was able to find out too much and had promptly shut my system down. He now somehow had inserted a virus onto my laptop and Sherlock's and John's that would shut down the computer every time I attempted to go to those sites.

"Nothing," Sherlock replied and Mycroft smirked at him slightly. "If I ever did I've deleted it," Sherlock said and I giggled a bit at that.

"Like the solar system?" I asked Sherlock and he glared at me slightly as the Doctor, the Ponds, and River shot us questioning looks. I turned back to Mycroft who was watching our exchange with a raised eyebrow. "I probably know far more about it than you would like," I told Mycroft and he frowned at me. "Unified Nations Intelligence Taskforce. Their purpose is to investigate and combat paranormal and extraterrestrial threats to Earth. I've been following them since the ship that was over London that one Christmas," I told Mycroft who nodded at me slightly.

"When was this?" Sherlock asked me and I looked up at him shaking my head at him fondly.

"Two years ago. Have you deleted that too?" I asked Sherlock and he nodded at me slightly.

"I must have. It was before I met you. I don't like to think of that time much," Sherlock told me and I blinked back at him slightly shocked before grinning at his admission.

"I don't like to think about it either," I told the consulting detective, putting my head on his arm and sighing in contentment.

"Please keep your sentimental displays to yourself," Mycroft told us and I lifted my head to glare at Mycroft and stuck my tongue out at him which made River chuckle behind me. I looked back at them and saw the knowing smirk on Amy and River's faces and the almost satisfied smile on the Doctor's while Rory looked at Sherlock in a way that said, 'Why can't I say something like that?' "The general public is not to know much about them, however I am not the general public" Mycroft said, fixing me with a scolding look.

"I hacked and learnt some things before you could stop me," I told Mycroft, shrugging when the Doctor's mouth fell open in shock. River smirked at me conspiratorially. "Mycroft is practically the British Government," I told the group as they looked slightly confused by what Mycroft meant by, "not the general public."

"When he's not too busy being the British Secret Service or CIA on a freelance biases," Sherlock added with a sneer in Mycroft's direction. Mycroft sighed at him and his frown deepened as I looked up at Sherlock and raised an eyebrow before I looked back at Mycroft.

"Boys, let's get along shall we?" I asked them and they continued to glare at each other before I cleared my throat and they both looked away from each other. "Now then," I told Mycroft as I gestured for him to continue.

He turned back to the monitors and nodded his head in their direction. "Quiet recently U.N.I.T and our CCTV camera have picked up on something…well easier just to show you," Mycroft told us before hitting the play button.

The footage was grainy and kept cutting out as if the camera was being tampered with. The image cut out before coming back on revealing an angel statue now standing under the flickering street light which the camera was trained on. The angel was standing with its eyes covered by its hands so that it looked like it was weeping. The camera cut off again and then came back on. The angel now had its arms raised in the air up towards the camera. The camera cut off for a third time and then came back on and I gasped as I saw the new image. The Weeping Angels face was no longer passive but monstrous. Its face had morphed into a look of rage and it now had a maw filled with teeth, its nails now sharp and pointy. Sherlock wrapped his hand tightly around my waist as I stared back at the image of the angel in fear and in interest. The footage started cycling through again and I watched it for a second time, amazed slightly with what I was seeing. The statue really was moving. Mycroft didn't even bat an eyelash at the image on the screen which told me this was not his first time watching it. Sherlock however, while still wearing a blank expression, was tense beside me as he realized that I was right. There was such a thing as a Weeping Angel.

"I believe that this is what you called a Weeping Angel," Mycroft said, breaking the silence after seeing my reaction to the footage. I nodded slowly in confirmation.

"Yeah, that's it," I told Mycroft as the screen blipped and then started replaying the ten seconds of footage again. We all looked away from the screens and turned out backs on them as we looked at each other.

"That's an angel alright. Teeth and covering its face," The Doctor told Mycroft before explaining to him what an angel was. "The Weeping Angels are deadly. Normally an angel would send you back in time and then feed on all the energy of the days that you would have lived in the present, but the angels here now are killing people instead which is very not good. Angels are fast, faster than you could ever believe. They're made of stone, but only when you are looking at them. How many times have you spotted it?" The Doctor asked Mycroft who didn't seem the least bit fazed by his explanation of what they were on the outside. I could see the slight traces of worry in his eyes however. I wasn't sure if Mycroft feared much, but worry, he did a lot of that.

"On several other occasions the angel has been spotted. Most of the footage shows the same thing though on a few we only captured a brief glimpse of the angel. The angel appears and then just as quickly disappears. Each time our cameras are tampered with," Mycroft told the Doctor who nodded at him.

"That's the angels. They're feeding off the energy. It's why the light was flickering in the footage," The Doctor said just as River gasped.

"Doctor look," River commanded quickly as she suddenly pointed back at the monitors that were still rolling the footage behind us. We all turned around quickly and I jumped and shrieked slightly in surprise as Amy and Rory both let out sounds of horror as well. Sherlock looked alarmed as well as did Mycroft. The angel statue has moved in the footage until it was nearly right in front of the camera instead of across the street from it.

"Did you have more than one clip of that angel?" I asked Mycroft hoping beyond anything that that was the explanation for this, but his eyes betrayed the answer.

"No, only the ten seconds," Mycroft told me as he pushed a button on the key pad. The image turned off before it turned itself back on. Mycroft frowned as he tried to turn it off again only for it to turn back on. "It appears that it won't turn off," Mycroft told us calmly, though I could her the slight note of alarm in his voice. When Mycroft really started to worry, everyone should worry. He tried again only to get the same results.

"It's the Angel," The Doctor told us as he stepped forward past Sherlock and I and took a long tube device out of his inner coat pocket. He turned it on and it made a high pitched buzzing sound and the tip of it lit up green as he flashed it over the keypad and monitors before flicking his wrist and looking at it, frowning. He put it back in his coat pocket then squeezed his eyes tightly closed and sighed heavily as he put a hand over his eyes. "I'm truly sorry. I've made a mistake and we're all in terrible danger," The Doctor told us and Sherlock tightened his hold around me, keeping me close to him as he always did when we were in dangerous situations together.

"What mistake?" Sherlock asked the Doctor as River gasped and Amy paled, both women obviously catching on to what the Doctor meant. Rory however looked just as confused as Sherlock, Mycroft, and me.

"That which holds the image of an Angel becomes itself an Angel," Rive recited as the Doctor opened his eyes.

"The image of the Angel in the video is an Angel then?" I asked the Doctor and he nodded at me as a thought suddenly hit me. "Doctor the video is running on four different monitors,' I pointed out and everyone turned and looked at me paling, even Sherlock and Mycroft. Both men were still keeping their cool outer composure, but it was starting to slip.

"Four Angels," The Doctor breathed in horror, gulping as I suddenly realized something and my eyes widened in horror.

"If the image of an Angel becomes an Angel, you'd have to look at it to stop it right?" I asked the Doctor and he nodded at me again as I swallowed thickly. "Then who's watching it now?" I asked him and we all turned quickly back to the monitors. I scream and Sherlock pulled me behind him as we all stared at the flickering image of the four angels as they came out of the monitors, their faces morphed into their monstrous form again.

"Don't blink! Don't even blink!" The Doctor shouted at us in warning as he pulled his device out again and frantically flashed it over the computer system. "They're coming out of the monitors!" He shouted and I nodded having gotten that on my own.

"Blink? Who needs to blink? Blinking is boring," Sherlock rambled as the Doctor cried in frustration and hit the keypad.

"They've gone and dead locked the computer. I can't shut it off," The Doctor told us as we all kept our eyes trained on one of the angels. "Keep watching them," The Doctor told us and River suddenly shouted.

"Not the eyes! The eyes are not the windows of the soul, they are the doors. Beware what might enter there," River told us and we all quickly looked at something other than the eyes. Shoulders, shoulders were good. Or their hair. Did they all have the same hair? Yes, they did actually.

"AHHH! I can't turn it off," The Doctor cried in anger as he banged on the computer and hit the off switch again, turning the image off and then back on again.

That which holds the image of an Angel becomes itself an Angel. Think. What if something wasn't the image of an Angel anymore? The Angels were obviously the ones keeping us from shutting off the monitors, but if they weren't Angels anymore they wouldn't be able to stop us. But how? How did you get it to not be the image of an Angel anymore? The footage rolled over the blip in the recording before cycling through the footage again and rolled over the blip for a second time. That was it! The blip on the recording was where it stopped recording for a split second before it replayed the footage. I ran forward despite Sherlock trying to pull me back behind him. I looked up at the monitors, my finger hovering over the off button as I watched the timer on the video. I waited until the blip before I pressed the button quickly and the screen cut off before staying off. The Doctor cried in delight and everyone sighed in relief as the Angels disappeared from the room.

"How did you do that?" The Doctor asked me as Sherlock grabbed my arm and pulled me to his chest, wrapping his arms protectively around me and looking down at me with a look that said, 'Don't you dare do something like that again.' I held him just as tightly as he was holding me and sighed as he refused to let me go and took to glaring at everyone else over the top of my head.

"Blip on the recording. Not the image of an Angel anymore," I told the Doctor as I turned my head slightly to look at him. He pointed to me with a large grin on his face.

"She is brilliant," The Doctor said and I grinned back at him slightly as I snugged my face into Sherlock's chest which reverberated with his slight growl. I looked up at him and patted his chest with my free hand which wasn't wrapped around his waist to calm him down.

"Yes, she is," Sherlock told the Doctor in a way that said, 'And she's mine.' I reached up on my tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his jaw and he sighed slightly and calmed down as I smiled up at him softly. His hard gaze softened slightly, but his expression was still slightly stony.

"So Lock," I said, changing the subject, and the consulting detective looked down at me raising one of his eyebrows at me questioningly. "Still bored?" I asked him and everyone looked at the two of us oddly as we broke out into laughter, Sherlock's deep baritone chuckle rumbling in his chest as it mixed with my higher pitched giggled. "I think it's time that we got down to the bottom of this," I told Sherlock as my laughter died away and I looked over at the Doctor and his companions.

"Agreed," Sherlock told me as he let go of me and we both popped the collars on our jackets before he took my hand in his and laced our fingers together. We turned on our heels and walked out of the room dramatically, brushing past Amy, Rory, and River, as we went off in search of a fallen angel.