For my lovely friend Jess. You are your fixation with bloodplay is dearly loved but does not appear in this fic.
You can Winchester my ass later.
I do not own any characters, just the writing.
Mycroft Homes waited patiently at his desk. It was a Tuesday. He didn't really like those. There was a beeping noise and his assistant's voice [Today her name was Velma Kelly] crackled to life on the coms. "Mr Holmes; Agent Jones has arrived and is on her way up." He grinned as he strolled over to the door and opened it with a flourish.
A thin girl was on the other side, her black hair neat and prim in a 1920's style bob. She sauntered in after him and took a seat on the other side of the table. "So… Agent Jones." He says as he takes his seat and surprisingly puts his legs up on his desk in a relaxed manner. "Have you cleared up the Pomfrey case?"
Kelly takes in her surroundings before she speaks. She had been whisked away from St Trinian's and driven up here with only a strange woman who never stopped playing with her phone for company. It didn't help that Annabelle had kept on trying to ring her.
She tries to focus back on the strange man in his desk. "Yes. All sorted. He's been forced to flee the country and has set up shop in his residence in Australia. We have agents keeping tabs on him at all times." She sorts through her small bag, pulls out a file, and puts it onto the desk. "There's my report." She prided herself in doing her job and doing it well, after all she was a St Trinian. It was expected of her.
She looked the man opposite her up and down, scrutinising his appearance. He was neat, primly dressed man. The plaque on his desk said "Mycroft Holmes. Chief executive of MI-6 and the British Secret Service. Liaison with the FBI, CIA, and Australian Federal Police." Impressive to say the least.
Mycroft smiles at Kelly and begins to speak with a flourish of his hands. "Well let me be the first to congratulate you on a job well done." He stops as his phone begins to ring to the tune of 'Always Look on The Bright Side of Life." He stands up and excuses himself from the room. "Dr. Watson…" He says as he begins to pace outside, the door still open a crack. "What a surprise! You're calling on behalf of my brother are you not?"
He murmurs something to the person on the other side of the phone and then walks back into the room snapping his phone shut. "Sorry about that. Family matters. My brother is quite the stubborn mule at times. Where was I…?"
He thinks for a moment as he returns to his seat, once again propping his feat up on the desk. "Ah yes… A job well done. Congratulations Miss Jones. You've just been given a promotion. Fancy a cigar to celebrate?"
Kelly just stares at him for a moment. "Uh… no thanks." She says primly, her hands resting neatly in her lap, the epitome of deportment. "I'm not quite sure what to say…" She managed to stutter embarrassedly. Mycroft looks at her for a moment sensing her discomfort. "You deserved it Agent Jones." Kelly smiles a little at that. "Please, call me Kelly."
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