A/N: And again 'Thank you' to JennaEf for a spell check and help with this story:)

Prompt: From TadPole11. Mycroft hates it when the bakery down the street from his office makes raspberry scones.


It was absolutely maddening. Seriously, it was impossible to work in such conditions. Frustrated, Mycroft threw down his pen and stood up abruptly in order to stand in front of the window behind his desk. Sharply he drew the curtains closed. As if that would help.

Mycroft Holmes was a very hard-working man; he could concentrate and focus despite any distractions. But this, this, was too much even for him.

Since two weeks prior a new bakery had opened down the street from his office, work became more difficult than ever. Their raspberry scones that he had misfortune, or fortune (he was still yet to decide), to try on the day of the opening were divine. Since then he had become addicted.

Mycroft hated that bakery and hated their scones, those delicious raspberry scones, the amazing smell of which had reached even his office, stalling all work and breaking his concentration. Gregory, an old sweet-tooth that he was, asked if his lover wanted to have breakfast there. Mycroft refused. His PA, as addicted to them as Mycroft, had suggested going there for lunch. He declined.

A hand on his clock was nearing four now and he couldn't find a will to resist any longer.

He put on his jacket and disregarded his duties in favor of visiting that damned amazing bakery.