Yo kids. First off, its late and I can't sleep so ya'll (I swear I'm British. I have one American friend. And one American TV show. And Cpt. Jack Harkness. Blame them.) get a new chapter! These are gunna be short, cuz the prompts are pretty vague, but if you want something to happen, leave a review or send me a DM.
Also, this the second last one of the prompts, so it should be over by Tuesday (two days.)
I hope you all have a nice night, get sleep etc, and enjoy tomorrow which is a Monday (Sobbing from corner)
Fez.
Donovan walked down the hall of the MET offices. She had been working here for five years now and she had a ritual that she completed every day of that five.
She followed the corridor from Lestrade's office to hers, halfway down, there was a T junction which she entered and went down some stairs.
Looking up, a small black camera swivelled.
She smiled charmingly, the smile she used for traumatized witnesses and slowly brought up her middle finger up to it.
She carried on, and went down a olive coloured hall. As she walked, a camera silently turned to watch her.
She didn't know that one was there.
Anthea had watched for five years, as the tanned woman with curls exploding out of her head had crept down these halls, then strode down them, newbies cowering in her path. She had watched as the woman had trudged down these halls in the dead of night, holding stacks of files; in the early morning shifts, nursing coffee; following Sherlock, Lestrade, Anderson, everyone.
She watched as she had eventually started looking up, spotting cameras in stairwells and corridors, slowly piecing together that the cameras were Mycroft's, the brother of her most-hated colleague. She saw as she started giving the middle finger to cameras, mouthing curses.
Sometimes, though, she saw the woman sigh towards the cameras, gaze up with heavy eyelids, too tired to raise a hand.
She saw everything and on them nights?
Sally Donovan won a six-day holiday, all expenses paid, to a relaxation spa, with express orders to everyone that the only acceptable time to bring her back was if someone in her family had died, or Sherlock ad expressed his love to her.
Needless to say, that didn't happen.
Ugh I don't know. The prompt was 'Donovan giving the finger to corners where she thinks Mycroft's cameras are, but instead Anthea seeing and falling in love'
I'm probably going to delete this.
Please review and say what you think. I don't usaually write Donovan or Anthea so...
Fez.