Disclaimer: Have made it to the coast. I'm in Neos Pirgos. It's an interesting town. Tonight I will board a boat to Glifa. Luckily I was able to help out in a shop in order to raise some money for the trip. I know that I could use the credit card my parents loaned me but I'd rather save it for emergencies (like bail money). Still no sign of Eros. I'm beginning to think that I'm in the wrong country all together. Lestrade is safe from my machinations for now as are all the rest and if I had the money from owning them do you think I'd be saving my credit card for bail money?

A/N: Mmm, so what do you think so far? I'm not really big on first person stories but I think I'm doing a rather good job. Let me know and also please remember that I am not British. If you see any words or phrases that don't belong please tell me so that I can fix them. Anywho, enjoy!

86 Saint James Street

It was the first sunny day London had seen all spring. Every day before this one had been foggy and rainy. I disliked the rain, always had. Rain made me feel sad and out of sorts. Why live in London then, you ask? Because it was all I had ever known. London, even with its fog and rain was home. I couldn't imagine living anywhere else, still can't.

I'd been working for Mycroft for nearly five weeks and could barely remember what my life had been before. The past seemed surreal and the present so vivid. I wondered sometimes which was the dream. In the five weeks since I'd started I'd flown to every continent on the planet save Antarctica though there were plans for us to go there within the next few months to check on the progress of one of our projects. The work was hard but rewarding. I quite liked it.

None of the friends I'd made during my days as a ******** understood why I was happy now. Some of them had worked for Mycroft before and found him difficult and abrasive. I found him to be quite engaging when he wanted to be and easy to please. I do not believe that it was because he had fallen for my looks as some of them had suggested. I thought that they were just lazy and didn't care to do their best for him.

But you'd rather hear about where I'm headed with this than my inane ramblings, wouldn't you? You are only reading this to hear about Mycroft's brother and his husband and not me or even Mycroft, aren't you? But this is my story, as I've said and I shall tell it my own way or not at all.

Where was I? Oh, yes! The sunny day. The first one of the year…well, spring anyway. The air, even in polluted London, had the smell of flowers and green, growing things. It was as if the earth itself had finally woken from a long, good sleep and was ready to live again. I love spring, so many possibilities to explore.

I was seated in my smallish office, monitoring weather patterns and answering e-mails from agents in the field among other more classified things. I had my one window thrown wide open to allow in the sun and the breeze and the smell of springtime. Mycroft was in his own office and the door between was open so that I could hear if he needed me. I could hear him on the phone. His voice was clipped and that was my first clue that something wasn't right. I frantically checked all of my incoming messages but everything was fine. Well, not fine but manageable. There was nothing that could have caused that level of coldness in my boss's voice.

"Come, A," he called to me from his office. There was a sense of urgency in his tone that I'd not heard before. I scrambled gracefully from my chair, swept the mobile phone from the top of my desk and walked quickly to his side. He eyed me for a moment and then nodded curtly to himself. "We must go. Call the car around."

I did as he'd bid because that was my job, but my mind swirled with questions. "Shall I tell Bryce where to take us?" I asked one of the multitudes that plagued me.

Mycroft only smiled mysteriously and to my eyes that smile was also a bit strained. "He'll know," was his only verbal answer.

I didn't dare ask what exactly that meant. I had known my boss long enough to have learned not to question too deeply into his orders. I followed him from the room, past his secretary and down the hall to the lifts without saying anything else or even lifting my attention from the screen of my phone. I had become proficient in this art in the past five weeks. I knew if I left the numerous e-mails, weather reports or text messages for even a few minutes they would become unmanageable, especially at midmorning.

"Shall I push back your meeting with the PM, sir? It's a lunch meeting in two hours." I hoped he said no. The PM always got so put out when Mycroft put him off and he did it a lot. This particular meeting had been postponed four times this week.

Mycroft sighed heavily. This surprised me greatly as Mycroft wasn't one for sighing or showing any outward emotion. "Yes, I only hope this doesn't take all day." He bit out. "Push it back to two o'clock for now and convey my apologies to the PM."

"Yes sir," I said. What in the world could have ruffled Mycroft Holmes so much? I followed him out of the building and into the black car that was waiting.

"86 St. James Street, sir?" Bryce asked after we were settled into the seats.

Mycroft grimaced in disgust at the address. "Yes, Bryce."

"Very good, sir," Bryce nodded. "So he's started a day early then?" Bryce didn't quite grasp the concept of not questioning his boss. I think it was because he had been Mycroft's main driver for ten years and had been with Mycroft's family before that.

I had yet to meet any of Mycroft's family but I knew that his father and his mother lived on their country estate. He had a younger brother as well but his file hadn't contained much on him. I wasn't quite sure why but I suspected that Mycroft had removed as much as he could to protect said brother. I found out later that I had only been partially right. Sherlock removed quite a bit himself and added other parts, like a note about Mycroft's passion for cake and other sweets. I hadn't believed this bit of information, figuring that it was someone's idea of a joke. Which it was but it was also very true. Mycroft has a sweet tooth like nobody's business.

Mycroft frowned fiercely at the air beyond Bryce. "He has. If he gets them evicted again I will be supremely displeased."

I kept quiet hoping for more information. How could I protect him if I didn't have all the information I needed? Bryce pulled away from the kerb and out into traffic. "He won't get them evicted, sir. The landlord is away for the week."

"I doubt that will stop him from evicting them if he blows something up in his anger again," Mycroft rubbed at his jaw. It was one of the small tells that I had learned over the last few weeks. Mycroft was very good at hiding his emotions to the outside world but he did show what he was feeling if you knew what to look for. The rubbing of his jaw meant that he was worried and frustrated.

I had no idea who they were talking about at the time and now that I know that conversation makes a whole lot more sense than it did at the time. In an effort to relieve some of the frustration and to hopefully make the two o'clock meeting I hacked into the stoplight system. We breezed through every light and made very good time. It only took us twenty two minutes to make it to St. James Street.

I stared up at the dilapidated building after Mycroft and I had stepped from the car. It wasn't the worst building I'd ever seen. During some of Mother's darker days we had lived in some really rank lodgings. This building was old and should be condemned but like I said I'd seen worse, much worse.

Mycroft rubbed at his jaw with one hand while the other tapped his umbrella on the ground. In Mycroft speak that meant that he was worried, frustrated and becoming irritated. He stared up at the building for a moment and then stepped to the door. It opened under his touch with an ominous creak. The sunny day suddenly seemed a bit darker and I shivered with a sudden chill.

I hurried after him into the darkened interior of the building with a last longing look back at the safety and comfort of the car. What in the world was I getting myself into?