The Second Abduction

After his disastrous abduction date with Anthea, Anthea made herself Mycroft default date for all events. She also decided that her boss needed a man of his own and so formulated the devious plan of parading all the office boys before him.

Of course Anthea knew to parade the boys and not the numerous office girls. She'd learnt very early on that Mycroft preferred the men when she'd seen him turn his nose at a woman before turning to discreetly ogle a man during one of their many forays into seedy clubs for threatening meetings with the criminal world. It was those kinds of meetings that Mycroft relished because they gave him the chance to show off his tremendous power and influence.

And Anthea used the unending source of office boys to tempt Mycroft away from the office and out on a date. The kind of date that was for fun and not for strengthening or furthering his career. For a year Anthea paraded boys passed her boss, not one ever caught his eye long enough for an introduction; not that they needed to know who he was because they would already be well aware that he was Mycroft Holmes.

In all that time none caught Mycroft's eye, the man spent all his time managing Britain political climate and relationships with foreign countries, using his presence as incentive to do his bidding. Mycroft also occupied himself with monitoring his younger brother, Sherlock. Watching as Sherlock intruded on crime scenes and upped the closed cases rate of one Detective Inspector Lestrade. The man had been working with Sherlock for two years now and was beginning to warm to Mycroft's aloft and offend moody brother. Mycroft was immensely pleased that the detective had managed to get his brother to kick his drug habits.

With his time occupied thus Mycroft saw no need to date. Dating was for the common people, with lives that made up the whole. Dating had no time in his busy and demanding life.

And yet when George was paraded past him Mycroft paused, glancing up at the boy before him placing a cup of tea on his desk. "Thank you" he said, lifting the cup to his lips and taking a delicate sip, savouring the twang of the tea and the sight of the boy. He was smiling, "George Clifton, sir. And may I saw it's an honour to meet you"

Mycroft inclined his head politely.

George left.

But was back the next day delivering Mycroft's tea again. Obviously Anthea had noted the exchange between the pair, something that had never occurred between Mycroft and any of the other office boys. Once again Mycroft thanked George, in reply he was asked if he needed anything else. The answer was no. Mycroft didn't need anything else, but once again Anthea had other ideas. Somehow she organised a date between the two with either of them knowing.

And so two days later, Mycroft was in his black car on his way home when he noted that the driver was going to wrong way. Pointing this out earned him a wondering glance, suggesting the change in destination should have been known to him. Mycroft whipped his mobile phone out and had the phone up to his ear when the car jerked slightly as it stopped. Mycroft was more than a little curious when his driver left his seat and went around the car to open the door. Glancing out the window Mycroft saw the darkened figure of another man, young by the looks of it. That was all Mycroft noted before he was distracted by Anthea answering her phone, "What is the meaning of this?" his voice was deadly calm and serious.

"With all due respect sir, you needed a night out for fun. George is nice and more than willing."

"George" Mycroft breath glancing up as the door was opened and the young man in question slid in nervously. Mycroft smiled, hoping it was reassuring but knowing it more than likely seemed predatory.

In no time at all they arrived at the destination. Mycroft stepped out first, giving the street and restaurant front a sweeping glance. The restaurant was a flashy and expensive; the hostess behind her podium inside rushed to open the door for them, smiling as she ushered them in and lead the pair to their seats in a private booth.

Their menus were placed in front of them with a short 'your waitress will be with you shortly' before the hostess left them alone. Unsettled by Anthea's date scheme and out of practice Mycroft was unsure of what to say, instead he simple observed his surrounds and George.

He already knew quite a bit about him; he was Russian born, he spoke with a watered down accent which Mycroft found pleasant and yet unsettling, most likely from the experiences he'd had with the Russians in the past. George had checked out in all the governmental security checks; no terrorist affiliations or affiliations to any European spy networks.

And with that in mind Mycroft relaxed his guard slightly, not by much but enough that when George turned assassin he wasn't prepared.

As it was George pulled a gun before the desserts and coffee were bought out. Mycroft ducked away from the gun before grabbing his umbrella. Pulling the handle out, Mycroft brandished the hidden blade, with quick work he had George incapacitated and Anthea and his security force on their way.

Taking advantage of the few minutes before his team arrived Mycroft took the initiative to interrogate his would-be assassin. Mycroft applied all his usual tricks; false promises of leniency, threats, pain, and intimidation. However none of his tactics were working on the boy, who seemed to be gloating in his success. "You should keep in mind that there are those in my employ who are specially trained to extract information. They would not hesitate to use any measure at their disposal in order to reach the desired result" Mycroft spoke nonchalantly as he calming strode around his prisoner, "Keep that in mind. We don't want you to come to unnecessary harm."

George remained silent, lips pursed but the smug look gone. A minute into the silence Anthea and the team arrived. They immediately set about containing the assassin and dealing with the minimal damage control. The staff and customers of the restaurant had all run when George pulled his weapon leaving few witnesses to Mycroft's acts, there were however a number of 999 calls made and as result Anthea also had the police force present, needing reassurance of their authority and jurisdiction and ultimately they needed to be dispersed of.

Within the hour the restaurant was closed and empty; the police, customers, staff and Mycroft's people all gone. The evening would not be making the news, either that night or in the morning. Anthea and Mycroft were the last to leave, the car driving off into the night, this time on its way to Mycroft's home, the cars occupants silent. As they stopped before Mycroft's house, he turned a glare on Anthea who smiled sheepishly back. Scoffing Mycroft slipped out of the car, pausing before shutting the door, his hand grasping the door frame. "Never again" he growled at Anthea before slamming the car door and stalking to his front door. As the car disappeared into the night Mycroft let himself in, anticipating falling into his soft bed.