How much do you remember from last night?
DS
Everything. I didn't drink as much as you did.
SH
I didn't mean to tell you all of that.
DS
I won't tell anyone.
SH
She half smiled at his answer. That was what she wanted him to say. Just then the door opened and Mycroft got in. He came to her and kissed her lightly.
"Bad news. I have to go away for a couple of days. I'm sorry, it's not up to me."
"I hate going to those trips! Is there nothing you can do to cancel it?"
"Unfortunately, there isn't. And you can't come with me this time – it's very confidential."
She looked at him with disbelief.
"Well, you don't expect me to stay here all alone."
"I could always check you in a hotel."
She shook her head. "I'm not going to any hotel."
He sighed. "Well, what do you expect me to do, then?"
"I don't know. Don't you have a friend that can have me for a couple of nights? I hate being alone."
"Don't you have any friends?"
"I actually do. Alright, I'll go packing."
He thought for a moment, and then lowered his voice.
"Not Sherlock."
"Relax, it's not him."
