Ok kiddies, here's another chappie! I'm glad for all your positive feedback and hope you like the way it's going so far. Keep reviewing and as always, enjoy!

-SSB

Hours later, after Caitlin and John had eaten (and saved a little for Sherlock), John had headed to bed early. He had explained to Caitlin that when you worked with Sherlock, sleep was hard to come by. After reading for a little while, Caitlin started growing sleepy, and had a feeling that trying to wait up for Sherlock would be pointless. Yawning, she began to get ready for bed. After brushing her teeth, Caitlin went to pull out her sleep clothes from the small bag she'd brought from upstairs when she found that she didn't have any. Shit. She suddenly remembered that she hadn't done any laundry. She'd had to throw her last clean sleep shirt in the hamper this morning because she'd spilt coffee all over it. Wait…

Remembering what she'd done the last time she'd been here, she just shrugged with a 'why not?.' Tiptoeing in to Sherlock's room feeling only a tiny bit guilty about invading his space, she pulled open his closet door. Plucking the closest shirt off its hanger, she sat down on his bed. Tugging her own top off, Caitlin pulled the button down on, the black material soft against her skin. After doing it up, she held one of the sleeves to her face. It smelled like him. It was a strong, but not overpowering smell. It was one part chemicals, one part laundry detergent, and one part smokey, like the city. Yawning, Caitlin soon found herself unintentionally lying down on his bed, the urge to sleep overwhelming her. After burying her face in his pillow, Caitlin started to drift off as Sherlock's comforting scent surrounded her.

It was 2 in the morning before Sherlock arrived home. He was tired, but he was also very excited and pleased. He had success in the lab, bringing several strong suspicions he'd had to light. This would definitely make the case move along faster. After eating the cold leftovers, he made a stop in the bathroom before heading to bed. Upon opening his door Sherlock was completely surprised when he saw Caitlin curled up asleep on his bed, wearing one of his shirts. Scowling, Sherlock quickly stripped and pulled on his pajama bottoms before striding over to the side of the bed. Caitlin had only stayed in their flat twice now, but somehow always seemed to end up in his bed. Puzzled for a moment, Sherlock gazed down at the sleeping woman wondering what to do to eradicate her from his bed. Should he move her? Wake her up? Quickly running different scenarios through his mind, Sherlock begrudgingly decided to just scoot her over to the other side of the bed. He was in no mood to deal with an irritable Caitlin this late at night. Taking action, Sherlock leaned down and started prying Caitlin's fingers from his pillow. Once he had freed said pillow, he slid her over to the other side of the bed. Lifting her head, Caitlin looked at him bleary eyed and muttered something he couldn't understand before instantly falling back asleep. As he slipped into bed, he started to pull the covers over them, when Caitlin turned over and flung an arm over his chest. His eyes widened for a moment, but as soon as Caitlin pulled her arm back for a moment, he lay down flat. Settling himself in, Sherlock started to close his eyes only to have Caitlin scoot closer and rest her hand on his bicep. Looking at her for a moment, Sherlock saw Caitlin smile in her sleep. Yawning, Sherlock decided he was too tired to care anymore so he just ignored it for the time being, his eyes finally closing. Before long, he too had begun to drift off, before falling completely asleep.

Sherlock woke with a start. He was disoriented for a moment, the bright light from outside making him squint. Looking at his clock, he groaned. It was only seven, but he felt like he had only just gone to bed. Feeling a slight pressure on his chest, he glanced down. Caitlin was still sleeping and was also still snuggled against him. Her cheek was resting on the edge of his pillow and she had her right hand and part of her arm resting atop his chest. Turning toward her, he studied her for a moment. Her face was smooth, all lines of worry vanished. She was at peace, a small smile on her lips as she slept. The shirt of his that she wore had slipped a little, exposing her slightly tan but very smooth shoulder. As Sherlock pulled it back up, she frowned slightly before muttering something sleepily. Pulling the covers up slightly Sherlock just half smiled. Early morning be damned. He was going to get at least three more hours of sleep before bothering with other people's problems.

Caitlin blinked, slowly adjusting her eyes to the light after she woke. Sitting up she rubbed her eyes and yawned, before noticing that the other side of the bed was empty as well as messy. Gathering that Sherlock had just moved her over before going to sleep himself, Caitlin slowly climbed out of the bed to stretch. She hadn't meant to fall asleep in his bed, it had just kind of…happened. She was kind of surprised that he hadn't moved her to the couch or woken her up to tell her to get out of his bed. However, this hadn't been the first time she'd slept with him. He had let her climb into bed with him the last time she'd stayed here. Shrugging to herself Caitlin opened the door and went to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Shuffling out to the sitting room, Caitlin found Sherlock standing with his back to her, looking at several papers and such that he had pinned to the wall. Leaving him to his work, she just grabbed a cup of coffee and sat in his chair with the newspaper. It was a good ten minutes until Sherlock turned around and promptly said,

"You're in my chair."

Raising an eyebrow, Caitlin just smirked at him before looking back to the paper.

"Nice deduction."

Snorting, Sherlock just walked toward her, till he stood directly in front of her. Pulling the paper down, he looked Caitlin in the eyes.

"You seem to have a habit of getting into my things. First my clothes, then my bed, and now my chair. Are you trying to send me a message?"

Grinning mischievously Caitlin just replied,

"Perhaps. I'm surprised you haven't picked up on it yet."

Sherlock leaned closer, causing Caitlin to lose focus for a moment.

"Who says I haven't?"

Closing her eyes as she felt Sherlock's lips graze her own just slightly, Caitlin felt a pleasant shiver run down her spine. Standing back up, Sherlock just smirked in victory before walking back to his wall. Before she could react more or say anything, John came through the door with a couple of grocery bags.

"Good Morning! Sleep well?"

John's eyes twinkled at Caitlin when she turned pink. Taking one of the bags from him, she responded,

"Very. What about you?"

John just laughed before unpacking the rest of the bags, calling out to Sherlock.

"Any progress Sherlock?"

Turning, Sherlock went and occupied his recently vacated chair, smirking at the face Caitlin made at him.

"I did make a pleasant discovery at the lab. I had Lestrade send a blood sample over, and it seems Ms. Summers was drugged before she was killed."

"How is that pleasant?"

Caitlin scoffed, before John cut in.

"What? Why?!"

Answering John's question and ignoring Caitlin's, Sherlock continued.

"The killer used large amounts of Adivan and Rohypnol. Whoever is responsible wanted her to suffer before she died. They wanted her awake as they tortured her, but not able to put up a fight. According to the other case files on this killer however, this appears to be a break from his usual pattern."

"No it's not."

The two men looked at Caitlin who had been silent until now. Remembering the horrible wounds her boss had all over her body, Caitlin sunk into a chair before continuing.

"Abby died the same way. She was tortured for what the coroner had said to be hours before he killed her. He's doing everything the same as he did a year ago. He knows that it must be getting to me. He's trying to break me."

After Caitlin had quietly made her statement, she got up and excusing herself, apologized and left quickly. It had been silent for a few moments until Sherlock commented,

"She stole my shirt."

"Really?! Is that all you can think of to say?!"

John just huffed, and shaking his head, muttered 'unbelievable,' before walking to his room.

Sherlock just frowned and sighed before turning back to his work.