The next morning, John and Sherlock went right to work. They rode in the car Mycroft sent for them, and they were driven to Buckingham Palace. The fire was finally put out, and the crew worked all night to salvage what they could. The search was still on going, but Sherlock and John were allowed in early.

As they rolled in, John's face paled a little. Sherlock noticed this, and gently squeezed his hand to reassurance. The two got out, and were escorted into the main hall, and then briefed.

"We found where the bomb detonated. But we can't find it's remains. We were able to save some footage a couple hours before the explosion, but a bit of it was missing." A young man told them. He guided them into a room full of screen, and placed a disk into one of the tvs.

"This is footage of everyone, in and out of the area." He said. The film started, and the man put it in sped mode. John and Sherlock watched intently as each person walked two and from the corridor. Some of the maids stopping at each podium to clean a vase, fill it with water, or replace the flowers.

Sherlock was watching the staff's movements, while John watched to see if anyone looked nervous. They saw one butler pass by a vase, and they accidentally nocked it down. You could see his panic a little, then retrieve a dust pan to clean it up. An hour later he came back with an escort and another vase. The superior scolded him for a moment, and the vase was replaced. The footage ran some more, and it stopped

"That's all we have. Just at this moment, the bomb went off, and the cameras went off line." The man told them. Both Sherlock and John knew it had to have been a staff member. The halls are swept everyday for bombs, and the only people in the corridor that day were staff.

"I think it's the man that broke the vase. He could've planted it inside or on the bottom of the vase." John said.

"I agree. But then again, many other maids went around to clean the vases. It could've been them just as well." Sherlock pointed out.

"I would like to speak to all of your remaining staff that went through that area that day." Sherlock requested. The man obeyed, and guided them to the staff rooms.

They walked around, and talked to the staff. They were surprised that many of the staff members didn't know who they were. Most of the time, they were so busy that they couldn't keep up with the news. But some of the maids were part timers, so they actually had a day life for half the week.

"Well do you know of a man who broke a vase on the day? He ended up replacing the vase with another man, most likely a superior." Sherlock asked one maid. She nodded.

"The rumor spread around fast. He was docked pay and demoted. But that kind of thing happens occasionally. Sometimes a maid will drop a plate or two, or a butler's tailcoat will get caught around table, and knock something down. It's somewhat common." She told them. Sherlock thanked her, and joined John who was also speaking to some of the other maids.

"Well thank you, but please, answer my question. I'm on a tight schedule." John said as Sherlock entered. He saw a maid sitting on her bed, and John was standing up.

"Anything new?" Sherlock asked. John shook his head.

"She's the last one." John informed him. Sherlock quickly deduced her. It was prominent that she felt lust towards John. Made Sherlock a bit sick actually.

"Alright, back to the subject. Was anyone acting suspicious? Were there any rumors we should know about?" John asked. She nodded her head.

"I heard from one of my mates that Glenda was acting a bit skittish. I mean normally she is a bit nervous, but she was acting out a lot more. She jumped when you called out to her, and her eyes were always shooting back and forth. A bit weird if you ask me." She said.

"Is there a reason as to why no other maid mentioned this Glenda character?" Sherlock asked. She shrugged.

"Most of the people here are used to it. She's always skittish. Plus no one sees her that much because she avoids people a lot. I'm just telling you in case there's any truth behind it." She told them. John thanked her, and started to leave. She got up, and stopped them. She handed John a piece of paper, and let them leave.

Once the door was closed, John looked at the paper. It was a phone number.

"Great. That's the second one today." John said unamused. He crumpled it up, and put it back in his pocket. Sherlock only raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything.

"I think we should investigate this Glenda woman. She might be behind this. Or she might know something." John suggested. They walked around the corridors, looking for a name sign that said Glenda. They found the one, and knocked on the door. She wasn't on their list to question, but they thought they needed to. A woman cracked open her door, and peeked through.

"Hello? Who's there?" She asked in a small timid voice.

"I'm Sherlock Holmes, and this is my partner, John Watson. We'd like to ask you some questions if you may." Sherlock greeted. She closed the door, unhatched the door chain, and let them in.

She noticed the John's cane, and pulled up a chair for him. He thanked her, and sat down while Sherlock stood behind him. The room was significantly smaller than the other rooms, and it wasn't occupied by another female. Her door had a chain unlike the others, and she had a laptop in her room. The first one Sherlock and John saw all day.

"What do you need to know?" She asked. Her voice did seem timid. And she was extremely petite.

"Yes. We wanted to ask some questions about yesterday, and what happened? Is there anything you know, or can tell us?" John asked.

"Um well. The day was normal up to the explosion. I inspected all the food in the fridge for any molding or spoilage. I scanned everything for poisons and other such things. I then walked around the already cleaned corridors to check them. Then I walked down the corridor an hour before the explosion. I left before it blew up, so I'm alright. But everything seemed normal." She told them.

"So you are a superior of sorts. For the maids and butlers?" Sherlock asked.

"You could say that." She told him. They got up to leave, but she stopped them.

"Wait a moment." She asked them. She took a piece of scrap paper, wrote something down in pen, folded it, and handed it to John. She looked into his eyes, and she seemed almost pleading.

"I hope you find who or what you are looking for." She wished to them. She closed the door behind them, and they heard her lock it. John opened the paper, expecting another number, but instead he saw words. The note said 'Please help me. My shift ends tomorrow at noon. Meet me at Victoria Park. I have answers.' John showed Sherlock the note. He placed the note away in his pocket, and the two were escorted out of the building, and off the premises. They were driven home, and stayed in the flat thinking.

"Should we go? We've got to be careful now that there's some kind of bounty on us, and meeting a shady stranger in the open could be dangerous." John asked. Sherlock shrugged.

"It's so hard to get ahead of the game, when I don't even know the name of the game. I think we should go and see what happens. I've got an emergency buzzer that alerts Mycroft, so I could just press it if something happens." Sherlock said. John agreed. John went on the laptop to search through the web for anything that could help them, and Sherlock escaped to his mind palace. Sherlock analyzed every piece of memory he had on the rubble, and the video. He thought of everyone that touched a vase, that dropped something, that swept, or that even passed by.

He watched the tape mentally, and he kept on getting stuck at one point. It was when one of the maids picked up a vase, to polish it. What's weird was someone already cleaned the corridor that day. She just cleaned a vase that a maid did just 20 minutes ago. And that was the only vase she cleaned out of the many lining down the hall. He stopped his mental video, and zoomed in, just like how a computer would. He watched very closely, and watched her hand movements. He slowed town the video to half time. The woman reached her hand over the open end of the vase, with her sleeve hanging over. Sherlock saw something roll out of her sleeve, and into the vase. She then finished cleaning it, and left. Sherlock was almost positive that she placed the bomb. She looked around, and her face never showed. Only to back side of her head. Now that he analyzed it more, it looked like she was trying not to show her face to the camera. Her head was down, and craned away. Sherlock jumped out of his mind palace, and looked to John. He didn't notice, but it was already dark. John jumped, and placed his attention on him.

"I know where the bomb was placed! A maid hid a tiny one in her sleeve, went to clean a vase, and the bomb fell out of her sleeve, and into the vase. It wasn't the butler!" He said excitedly.

"That's great. Did you get a face?" He asked. Sherlock shook his head.

"She was avoiding the camera the entire time. And she wore a bonnet, so I don't know what hair color she had. I do know she is white, but that's it." Sherlock said. John faltered.

"We should tell the palace we know where it detonated." John said. He started an email to Mycroft, which he told to forward to the person in charge.

"I don't think they'll find any remains. It was very minuscule." Sherlock commented. John finished his email, and stood up from his computer. He tried walking a little without using the cane, and it wasn't too bad.

Sherlock smiled. He walked over to John, and did something unexpected. He wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and pulled him into a hug. John's face was in Sherlock's chest because of their height difference. John smiled, and hugged him back.

"I'm glad you can walk again. I was worried for a bit." Sherlock expressed to John.

"Thank you for the concern. I am alright now, so no harm anymore. I can keep up." John assured. Sherlock let go, and went to his room for the night.

He and John had been having these little times here and there where they hugged. Sometimes Sherlock would compliment him out of nowhere. They both didn't know where they were in their relationship. Was it friendship? Was it more? They didn't know.

John headed to his room for the night as well, and fell asleep easily with a certain someone on his mind.