Mycroft texted Anthea, instructing her to pick up a 'precious package' from St. Bartholomew Hospital. The car ride would take 10 minutes to the hospital, and then 6 to get to the meeting place, if everything went to schedule. He had a limited time to do this, the package needed to be returned in an hour.
He stood, put on his coat, and waited.
Package acquired. -A
Right on time.
Mycroft put his phone in his pocket and left his office. Outside the building, a slim black car was waiting for him
All the way to the meeting place, he held his phone in his hand, waiting for a text, good or bad. He wasn't nervous, he just wanted to be ready. He didn't want any set backs, but he was prepared.
At last, the car stopped and he got out. Before him stood the building, a small restaurant, one of their favorites. He stood off to the side, casually waiting.
Arriving now. -A
A similar car to the one he just occupied pulled in front of him. He walked up to the car and pulled the back door open.
"Good afternoon, dearest." Mycroft greeted, looking down at the woman still seated. Her face lit up as she smiled at him. "Mycroft!" Molly started to get up, but tripped trying to exit the car. He caught and righted her, then lead her away.
"And how was work?" He questioned, taking her arm. "Oh, you know. Same old same old. And you?" She blinked and shook her head. "Sorry. I know. Confidential." She grimaced and then muttered, "Stupid!"
He stopped her. "Molly." Mycroft's tone was cool as ever. "You are not stupid." He looked over at her. Her face was bright red.
"Okay." She answer, not really believing. Mycroft sighed. "I don't see why you insist on it, love. You know I'm right." Molly smirked and looped her arm with his, walking forward.
"Of course you are." She agreed, a teasing smile on her face. "Let's get to lunch, okay?"
Mycroft held the door open for her. "Of course, my dear."