When Katherine finally emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed and ready to go, everyone seemed to be hanging about rather too casually.

"What's the decision then? What are we doing?"

Sherlock Holmes appeared to be searching his phone for something. "Nothing."

She looked at Leem, sitting on the floor and leaned back against the end of the bed. He flipped through channels on the tele. He peaked at her from the corner of his eye but then blinked several times at the small screen.

"Ah, Mr. Holmes think it's too dangerous to move tonight. We're going ta stay here."

Fil glowered at the small screen from the middle of her bed. "This station is shite, mate. Can't you find an English channel?"

Leem huffed as he rolled his eyes up at him. "There's only twelve channels. You're lucky they're in color."

Katherine raised a brow as she looked at Sherlock again. "We're staying?"

He glanced up from his mobile. "They don't know we've learned about the car yet or they'd make a move. Likely, they're hoping we get in it and drive away tomorrow and explode or something. So, for now we're safe. I'm having Mycroft arrange a pickup in the morning. I'm going to create a diversion and then we will walk right out the front lobby of this hotel into a service van. In the meantime, we will carry on as if nothing has changed and get some sleep."

She rubbed her arms. "I won't sleep a wink."

He shrugged. "Suit yourself . . . excuse me, I must make a call."

He strode to the far end of the room and sat down in the old armchair against the wall. His hand stroked through his hair as he awaited an answer on the other end. Katherine slunk down beside Leem on the floor (not really wanting to join Fil on the bed) and tried to watch the late night Bratislava news. Sherlock's voice traveled across the room and she found herself listening to his conversation even though she knew it was rude to do so. Besides, he couldn't mind too much or he'd leave.

"Hello, sorry to ring you so late," she heard him say.

His head jerked up and Katherine glanced away quickly. He cleared his throat.

"No, everything is fine. I just wanted to check on you. How are you feeling?"

He seemed to find something amusing. His deep laughter rumbled across the room.

"That many times? Have you talked to John? I'm sure he can prescribe something for your nausea."

He made a sound. Katherine peaked up to see a deep furrow wrinkle his brow.

"You know it's perfectly safe to take those. There is no point in you suffering . . . fine, fine, forget I mentioned it. Perhaps you should take a few days off work though."

He seemed to get irritated.

"Molly, you don't need to be there and you certainly in no condition to be moving around bodies! Look, why don't I ring my mother? She's been badgering me relentlessly about you. She's made it her life's mission to research all the newest health trends and eating guidelines for this and calls me every other day to pass along the information. You would actually be doing me a huge favor if you would go visit and let her fuss over you while I'm away."

A smile spread across his face and he let out a breath.

"Would you? Alright, well, Anthea has arranged a car to pick you up at nine tomorrow . . . well, I knew you'd see my logic eventually . . . Molly . . . listen, I didn't go around you . . . arg! Just, please, do this for me? I'll be up there in a day or two to join you."

He sighed noisily.

"I will be bringing a few people with me."

He listened for a moment.

"Leem and Fil and someone who needs protection."

He wrinkled his nose in distaste. "Try not to get too excited about that. It's just a stopping point for them until we sort out what to do."

He smiled. Kat had sorted out the gist of the conversation by then. Her heart ached a little. It was quite endearing to see such a soft side on the bristly man. His finger stroked the phone absentmindedly as he listened to his wife speak. Katherine had to look away then. She swallowed as she heard him drop his voice to almost a whisper.

"I'll be fine. Go to sleep now, hmm? Yes . . . you know I do too, right? Okay, goodnight."

Leem's laughter snapped her from the trance she'd been lulled into eavesdropping on Sherlock's *sigh* super sweet conversation with his wife. She looked over at him.

"What's so funny?"

He gazed sideways at her. "Oh um, they were just losing their shite over something a politician said about the local footy team . . ."

Her mouth opened in surprise. "You understand Slovakian?"

He lifted his shoulders. "A bit."

Fil bounced over to the edge of the bed. "Yeah, he speaks it and like, a half-dozen other tongues. It's annoying really 'cause he likes to crack jokes about me to the locals when we're on a job."

Katherine furrowed her brow. Every time she thought she had Leem a little figured out, she was thrown a curve ball and found herself wondering just who the heck was this man.

"What other languages do you speak?"

He stretched his neck and looked towards the ceiling as he thought about her question.

"Um, well it's mostly the Slavic languages like Czech and Slovakian. Hungarian, Polish, Russian and so on. Pretty much anything in that vein. They have similar roots so it ain't hard once you got the basics."

She nodded in disbelief. As if! She had trouble remembering her grade school German.

Katherine looked up at Fil and wondered if this was just part and parcel of the job they did. "Do you speak anything besides English?"

"A bit of French and Spanish but I don' pick it up like Leem."

Sherlock decided to interrupt their conversation then. "Fil, let's get going."

Everyone looked up at him with confusion.

"Huh?"

"What?"

"Pardon."

Sherlock straightened his coat. "We are heading back to the room. We cannot maintain a gathering in this room lest they're watching. We need to return to our accommodations and make it appear as if we decided to turn in for the night. Leem will stay."

The three repeated their earlier surprise with almost the exact same questions. Sherlock cricked his neck to the side.

"I am not staying here," he said in exasperation. "My wife wouldn't approve. Fil, you are not staying because your brother would . . . have an issue with it. So, that leaves the only logical conclusion in that Leem will stay and ensure Katherine's safety. I don't think either of you would protest such an arrangement, am I correct?"

Katherine looked at a stunned Leem as he swallowed. His face went pink. Sherlock clapped his hands together.

"Right. Well, don't forget to turn out the lights. Oh, and do keep it down. We want them to think you're sleeping."