12:45
British Secret Services, London, England
Mycroft hasn't been back since this mourning. He usually had a routine, early mourning, noon, dinner. He's late, something he'd never do on purpose. I looked over to the mirror, my eyebrow raised in confusion, "Where's the big bad boss huh? Finally coming to his senses?" I smiled as I placed my head back to it's original position.
The hours trapped in the small room were finally getting to me. My feet ached, my head pounding, and most of all my hands. Tied in hand cuffs my wrists ached to be rolled a few times, but every time I'd try the cuffs would restrain me. It was all annoying, having to sit up straight, having to smile all the time, having the energy to sass Holmes when ever he showed up. It was fun for the first few days but now its just tedious. This game was going no where.
Then the door knob turned slowly. I stood straight and put on the smile he knew and hated. But as the door open it showed that it was not Myrcoft Holmes. The man was shorter and had black hair. His suit was just has expensive as Mycroft's and just as clean kept. At the sight of the man I let my shoulders go limp and my back lose, a pout now on my face, "Oh it's you."
"Hello to you too love." His irish accent twisting his words. He walked over and untied me, "Enough play time lets go."
I stretched my back and extended my arms as far as they could go, twirling my wrists happily. After the well needed movement I jumped off my chair and walked in front of the man and headed out of the room.
Outside of my room there was a set of desks filled with screens and computers, footage of London on every screen. The one sided mirror covered one of the walls, I smiled at the funny memories of my one sided conversations. As I stepped I almost tripped on a body. It was a man, ginger, suit, worker. I sighed, "Dam it Jim. I kinda liked him, ya I never saw what he looked like but at least he listened to me."
Jim's hands meet my shoulders and pushed me along, "Yes yes yes. It's a tragic love story, now shall we?"
As I walked down the halls I saw men and woman all around lying on the ground limp. Ever so often there was a men standing close to the wall, hands together in front of them, nodding at the two of us as we pass by. I turned my head behind me to get a good look at Jim, "Such a hurry?"
"Well I did just break into Britain Secret Services, so yes might want to get a move on." He gave me a quick smile and went back to looking ahead. I followed his gaze to the back door, a blond man stood and opened it for me.
I smiled and hugged him, "Sebastian you saved me!" I joked.
"Jim did most of the work." Sebastian spoke.
"Ya but I just love how jealous he gets." I whispered in his ear. By the way Jim's jaw tensed slightly I knew it worked, no matter how much he deny's it. When I let Sebastian go I gave him a quick wink and walked threw the doorway. The sun came quickly, making my eyes squint. Jim took my hand and lead me to a black BMW. When we both got in the driver stepped on the gas and left.
As I got comfortable in my seat I yawned, "Well that was fun. Should really let me off my leash more often."
"Better to keep you close to me." Jim spoke. His hand met mine in the middle of the seat. I looked over to see him looking out the window. He wasn't into mussy romance, neither was I to be honest. But the little things, the little things were nice.
"You wearing my tie." I stated, eyeing the navy tie with small white skulls.
"It's my tie."
"Ya well I picked it out." I looked out the window, watching the busy city become quiet the further we drove.
We were heading towards our suburban mansion. It was 20 minutes outside of London, and the place we'd go after Jim's big "presentations" as I like to call them. But it's been our home since the big drama fest on the roof. And now after my fun with head British Gov't Mycroft Homles, it's back to the suburban home. I quite like it to be honest, either that or I'm just used to it. I hate how we'd always switch places, I'd make Jim show me around or else I'd get lost. But this place I remember well, it's not too big and I've been in every room.
As we turned into our privet road I smiled, watching the house get closer and closer, "Home sweet home."
"Indeed." Jim spoke as his hand left mine and he got out of the car, I quick to follow.
1:15
British Secret Services, London, England
Mycroft walked into the heap of what used to be a tight kept system. Papers were littered on the floor, people lying down still unconscious, some even dead, and most of all his prize jewel of information MIA. This was not something he was used walked threw the halls swiftly, trying to get to her integration room. There must be footage to see who it was, he knew who it was, he just wanted proof.
"Sir." A short blond hair woman came up to him.
Yellow nails, smokes. Hair not kept, tired. Fur on her pants, dog, small dog.
"Sir?" The woman broke his train of thought.
"Yes what is it?" He demanded.
The woman was taken back slightly at his outburst. She extended a shaky hand, it grasped a pink piece of paper. "This is all we can find." She stated. As soon as he took the paper she left, almost in a running speed.
Mycoft raised an eyebrow in curiosity as he unfolded the paper.
Dear Mycoft,
Sorry I had to leave, don't take it personally, you were just asking the wrong questions. It's not you it's me. I did love this though, our little game. Jim always said you Holmes boy's are fun, but between you and me I think your my favourite. We must do this again sometime, same time next month? XOXO
Love, Your Punching Bag,
Elizabeth Brooks.
At the end of the letter there was a wine stain red kiss mark next to the signature.
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