Disclamer: I own nothing :( All right's to the BBC / sir ACD.
DAY 1 - Holding Hands
"I can't believe you have managed to drag me into this obviously uncomfortable business" Mycroft Holmes grumbled as he stood beside his personal assistance in front of the heavy, wooden door.
"Oh relax Mycroft" His PA (he need to remember not to call her Anthea tonight) answered with a slight smile "It's only dinner! I'm sure you had worst"
It didn't take Mycroft exceptional observation skill to notice how excited the petite woman was for the evening ahead of them. Her light brown eyes sparkling and a smile placed constantly on her pink lips. She looked more alive than the she looked for the past month, which was crazy and full with assignments and long hours at the office. He liked to see Anthea like this; it gave him a strange, fuzzy feeling in his chest and brought a real, honest-to-god un-Holmesly like smile to his face.
The smile, however, graced Mycroft lips only for a short moment, before he remembered where he was and what (more correctly who) was waiting for him behind the close door.
"I think I prefer a North Korean dictator right now, thank you very much" He muttered sarcastically, causing Anthea to giggle.
"It won't be that bad!" She promised him, her small hand holding his larger one, their finger entwined. "I promise I won't leave your side"
The government official smiled, squeezing her hand. He was about to answer when the door was suddenly opened, revealing a couple. Both were staring intensely at the younger couple who stood outside.
"Mum, Dad, I'd like you to meet Mycroft"