AN:well, now I know where to add that part, always learning something new...
Anyhow, here's the next chapter, a third one is soon to follow!
Disclaimer: I own nothing as usual... :/
Day 2- cuddling somewhere:
"Shit!"
Anthea usually didn't swear, but today was an exception. She assumed that being shot in the side allowed her to ignore proper mannerism and use
offending words.
"What is it?" Mycroft, who came running to the ally where they she was standing, asked.
"We got the dealers down" Anthea reported, pointing at the two information traders they were chasing since yesterday afternoon. Both were laying
unconscious on the ground.
"Police will be here in two minutes give or take, our men in four and a half"
Mycroft nodded, yet remained unconvinced that was all. It took him only moments before he observed Anthea's injury. She just sighed in` defeat.
"You are staying here for the medical team" He notified her. For an untrained ear his voice would've sound harsh, but being his PA for the last few years, Anthea knew when her boss was worried.
"Nope" She answered simply, "That would japrodise our cover, and beside,I don't feel like, I might punch her"
Mycroft arched an eyebrow, not use to Anthea being so straightforward (she'll later apologize and blame the adrenaline). He gave her a hard look, and she returned a stare just as impressive.
They were silently arguing, both knowing they don't have time before the police would arrive and a great red-tape-mess will start.
Finally, Mycroft caved in. Taking off his trench-coat, he was standing now very close to Anthea.
"Sir, what are you doing?" Her eyes widened in surprise as his strong-arm wrapped around her, then suddenly hissed in pain when his hand pressed the bullet wound, slowing the weak yet constant bleeding and bringing them even closer together.
"Just stay close, we need to somehow hide that injury, aren't we?" He answered as if his actions were obvious and Anthea was being an idiot (He tended to do that often, and it didn't bug Anthea as much as it should). Only when he draped his coat over both of them, so it covered Anthea's side perfectly, she realised that they looked like any ordinary couple, walking cuddled in the cold streets of London.
Her side really hurt, and she allowed herself to lean toward her boss, noticing his unique scent of wood, leather and expensive aftershave.
They managed to get out of the ally and take few steps before the police came, and a short-haired DI (which they both knew due to his brother consulting session with the Yard) marched toward them, calling them to stop.
instinctively, Anthea closed her eyes and buried her face in Mycroft's shoulder to prevent the DI from recognizing her. If Mycroft was surprised by her actions, he didn't show it when he stopped and let Lestrade catch up with them.
They were very close now, her lips were practically on Mycroft pulse point. Under any other circumstances, that would be considered extremely unprofessional, but still, Anthea couldn't prevent herself from slightly enjoying this (she must delete those thoughts, otherwise Mycroft would notice and that'll be extremely awkward)
She wondered if Mycroft felt that way too, especially when he told Lestrade that his girlfriend, was terrified by the gunshots and he has to take her home before giving any unnecessary statement to the police. Upon hearing her new (and fake, don't forget it's fake!) title, her heart skipped a bit,
oh for heaven's sake what was wrong with her?!
After Mycroft's explanation and a suspicious "hummf" from Lestrade, the DI finally let them go, and Mycroft led the way to the black car he know waited for them few hundred meters away, None of them commenting about their position.
They remained cuddled for the entire walk.