Author's Note: My first drabble of any kind. Definitely my first 221B drabble. Kind of connected to "AFTFE" but can be read separately. Inspired by a prompt from my Tumblr. I hope you like it! Read, review and enjoy.
Disclaimer: Clearly I don't own Sherlock. The show is the baby of Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss, while Sherlock Holmes itself is the creation of Arthur Conan Doyle.
Your Assistant
Sherlock sat in the chair opposite Mycroft, a knowing smile sat smugly on his face. Mycroft scowled at his brother's expression and resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
"What, pray tell, are you smirking at?"
"Your assistant."
A pause. Mycroft pursed his lips.
"Anthea?"
"She likes you." A feeling of dread hit Mycroft straight in the chest. He scoffed at his brother.
"Come now, Sherlock-"
"Her pupils dilated when you entered the room." The younger brother cut Mycroft off.
"Don't be absurd-"
"And you know about it." And again.
"Well now you're just making up stories-"
"You looked away when you noticed." Hmm, time to play the defensive it seems. Mycroft faked a smirk.
"If that's what you thought I was doing, Sherlock you're sadly mistaken."
"How long have you known? A week? A month?" Mycroft clicked his tongue in disapproval and looked away. "A month it is. Watch your tells, Mycroft. You're slipping." Mycroft leaned forward, folding his hands on the desk.
"It's merely an infatuation that has developed. It will pass in time." Sherlock's eyes narrowed and his smile widened.
"Are you saying that for her sake or for your own?"
Silence. Sky blue eyes locked to steel. There was a clock ticking somewhere.
"Is this why you came here, brother mine?"
"No. It was an added bonus."
Author's Note: What do you think? Let me know!