Silence In Belgravia
God Save the Silence
When Rose woke up the next morning, she found it was a grey day, but not really as cold as it was the day before, wondering around a field with a detective a doctor and a laptop.
After she usual morning shower, she decided she didn't feel all that "pretty" today, wanting to wear something more comfy for once.
Smirking, she thought of the perfect song to listen to while getting ready. Going over to her sound system, she looked through her CD's and found exactly what she wanted, skipping all the rest.
Swinging her hips to the beat, she sang along to the catchy song.
"I'm going out tonight, I'm feelin' alright, Gonna let it all hang out…"
Smirking at the song, she went to pick out some clothes, singing along happily. Instead of her now usual trousers, she picked out an old pair of black jeans and a very large, baggy band shirt; black with the four symbols of 30 Seconds to Mars in a dark grey across the middle. Her steel toe caps completed the look.
Smirking, as she did up the laces on her boots, she sang out exactly her mood. "Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy, forget I'm a lady; Men's shirts, short skirts!"
Not really fussed with her hair today, she just clipped it up in place, a bobble on her wrist if she needed to secure it better later on.
The young woman just smirked at her reflection. "Man, I feel like a woman."
Laughing as she went to stop the music before it went to the next track, she grabbed her usual pocket fillers and went to can something to eat.
Fifteen minutes later, she was sat on the sofa, cup of tea on the coffee table in front of her, one hand supporting a plate of marmite on toast, the other hand containing half a slice of the sticky food.
It was two bites into her breakfast that John came in, dressed in an oddly stripy top. She shot the top the same look her shot the dark toast.
"Marmite..?" He asked.
She just smirked, taking a large bite, earning a disgusted look from the doctor in return. "Yum!"
John went to the kitchen and put the kettle on for a cup of tea to match his flatmates when he heard the slow bed creaks of Sherlock getting out of bed. Pulling out another cup, he prepared coffee and thought, since the man never seemed to eat, John would make him some toast as well.
Sherlock trudged into the living room, looking up just as John came in with a tray of toast and coffee for the two of them. "I'm not-" He started.
"You need to eat." John interrupted, knowing what Sherlock would say.
Before the consulting detective could get another shot in though John just gave him a stern look. Sighing Sherlock thought it better to just give in. "Thank you." He said quietly, sitting down at the desk with his caring friend.
Rose just smiled fondly at the two men, knowing they did care about each other, despite their occasional arguments. She lit a cigarette and went to wash up her plate, taking a puff as she walked.
Just as she got to the kitchen however, there was a knocking at the door. "I got it." She called to the men, letting them continue with their food.
Taking another puff, she blew out the smoke before opening the door to see none other than Mycroft Holmes. Perfect, she thought mischievously, eyes lighting up at the sight of the suited man.
She had come to like their mind games a little more than she had first intended but found she didn't care so much; she thoroughly enjoyed getting one up on him.
Leaning against the door frame, blocking his way, she crossed on foot over the supporting one, an arm over her stomach, supporting the other arm as she held her cigarette in the air, freeing her mouth to speak.
"Mr Mycroft Holmes." She greeted. "You do have a habit of giving us some trouble, don't you?"
Mycroft just gave a slight smirk back to her. "My dear, it's not intentional. Maybe you're just unlucky."
She chuckled, opening the door for him and stepping aside, giving him a genuine smile for once. "I think you may actually be right there, Mycroft."
Hiding his slightly surprise at her openness, he followed her up the stairs, hearing her call to his little brother. "Visitor for you Sherlock."
Leaving them to it, Rose went back to doing her plate, listening as she went to the kitchen.
"What now, Mycroft?" Sherlock started. "The photographs are perfectly safe."
Mycroft wasn't satisfied with that answer though. "In the hands of a fugitive sex worker?"
"She's not interested in blackmail." Sherlock reasoned. "She wants…protection, for some reason." after a moments thought, he shot his the influential man a predictable look. "I take it you stood down the police investigation into the shooting at her house."
"How can we do anything while she has the photographs?" Mycroft asked. "Our hands our tied."
"She'd applaud your choice of words." Rose chipped in, coming into the room to stub out her cigarette, swigging from her mug of tea, earning a fleeting glance from the suited man.
Sherlock continued though. "You see how this works; that camera phone is her get-out-of-jail-free card. You have to leave her alone." A ghost of a smirk crossed the consultant's features. "Treat her like royalty."
"Though not how she treats royalty…" Rose threw in again, raising one eyebrow in challenge to the suited man.
The older Holmes just narrowed his eyes at he slightly; definitely going to have to do something about that woman, she's getting far too confident.
At that precise moment there was a loud, female moan sounding out through the room. Mycroft took the chance to raise an eyebrow slightly back at the woman, getting a dirty look in return from the young woman.
John, oblivious to the other two behind him, asked. "What was that?"
Sherlock looked a little guilty for a fraction of a second, before replying. "Text." Closing his newspaper, he went to get his phone from the mantle of the fire.
"But what was that noise?" John pushed.
Sherlock just ignored him. "Did you know there were other people after her too, Mycroft? CIA trained killers, I think is an excellent guess."
"Yeah, thanks for that Mycroft." Rose said sarcastically, stubbing out her cigarette and picking up her now empty mug. "Almost got me shot."
"And Sherlock was in a right mess." John added. "Family's all we have in the end, you know."
"Oh, shut up, John!" Mycroft snapped.
However not as harshly as Sherlock and Rose did when they shouted back. "Mycroft!"
The older man looked up, used to Sherlock's icy glare, but the one Rose wore, he was surprised to find, was equally unnerving; working with Sherlock too long… he thought, almost having to repress a shudder.
"My apologies, Doctor Watson." Mycroft amended.
"Though do in fact shut up." Sherlock told him, thinking his notion of family values to be absurd. Rose just lightly clapped him round the back of the head as she went to take away their empty plates, leaving John his tea.
As she got balance of the two plates and the mug, Sherlock's phone went off again. "I thought I heard that last night…" She trailed off, going to finish up doing the dishes.
"There's nothing you can do and nothing she will do a far as I can see." Sherlock said, ignoring the woman.
"I can put maximum surveillance on her." Mycroft informed them.
"Why bother?" Sherlock dismissed. "You can follow her on twitter; I believe her name is TheWhipHand." Earning a chuckle from John and a not at all lady like snort from the kitchen.
Mycroft didn't really agree with their amusement, taking out his phone as it started to ring. "Yes, most amusing(!) Excuse me." He went into the hall for some privacy.
John just looked up at Sherlock. "Why does your phone make that noise?"
Sherlock just tried to play innocent; it didn't work for him. "What noise?"
Ohh…
"That noise. The noise it just made." John pointed out.
"It's a text alert." Sherlock said obviously. "Means I've got a text."
"Hmm." John nodded, trying to get more out of the man. "Your texts never used to make that noise."
Sherlock gave up. "Well, someone got hold of the phone and apparently as a joke, they've personalised their text alert noise."
"So, every time they text you…"
Ohh….
Sherlock tried to be nonchalant, reading his paper. "It would seem so."
A few seconds passed before John spoke up again. "See, I'm wondering who could have got hold of your phone, because it would have been in your coat pocket, wouldn't it?" A grin slipping into place.
Sherlock just pulled the paper up to hide his face. "I'll leave you to your deductions."
John just grinned in victory, before letting it slip into a subtler, knowing smile. "I'm not stupid you know."
"Where did you get that idea?" Came from behind the paper.
Sherlock lowered his paper though, looking to his older brother as he walked in again. "Bond air is go, that's decided. Check with the Coventry lot. Talk later."
Watching Mycroft with a steely eye, Sherlock asked, "What else does she have?" Getting no response, his eyes narrowed, the paper being folded and put down, his full attention of his brother. "Irene Adler. The Americans wouldn't be interested in her for a few compromising photographs. There's more…" He stood up, going to stand in front of the man he grew up with, trying to work him out as always. "Much more. Something big is coming, isn't it?"
"Irene Adler…." Mycroft started, keeping himself composed. "…Is no longer any concern of your's. From now on you will stay out of this."
Sherlock just matched the demanding tone of voice though. "Oh, will I?"
"Yes, Sherlock." A chill passed through the air; two great men at war… "You will."
Rose just stood in the door way between the two rooms, watching the two men glare at each other, neither backing down. Sherlock eventually just gave his brother a defiant look, going to pick up his violin, the moment broken.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a long and arduous apology to make to a very old friend." Mycroft explained.
"Do give her my love." Sherlock replied, obviously knowing who the old friend was instantly.
"I'll see you out then." Rose offered, just as Sherlock started to play God Save the Queen, the music causing a look of suffering to cross Mycroft's face, while Rose and John just smirked.
As they reached the front door, Rose spoke up. "He wont listen, you know."
Mycroft turned to her, a twinkle in his eye. "Ah, but you will."
Rose just laughed incredulously, looking down before looking back up to him, taking a challenging step forward. "And what makes you think I'll listen to you?"
That was the last straw for the powerful man who was no sick of being a step behind. Mycroft decided he'd had enough and was going to throw caution to the wind.
In one quick move, he gently grabbed a wrist in each hand, pushing her quickly to the wall that she was almost flush against anyway, pulling each hand up to pin her either side of her head, thoroughly enjoying the reaction he got out of her.
Stepping up to him, she didn't really know what to expect in return, but she didn't expect him to grab her, certainly not expecting to be pinned to the wall.
Shocked, she gasped, all control of the situation lost, the man in front of her having the upper hand instantly, face only inches away from hers, the close proximity making her very aware of everything around her, especially Mycroft Holmes; the icy blue of his intense eyes, the fire burning deep within them, the heat of his breath as it crossed her shocked features, the feel of his hands holding her in place.
Eyes locked, she tried to shake the grip on her wrists but he held firm, grip tightening slightly.
"I know you will listen to me." He told her in a low, husky voice, making her heart pick up double time at the sound of it. She vaguely noticed her breathing had increased slightly, not helping her situation.
But even in her position, she didn't back down; he'd actually be disappointed if she did really.
"And what makes you say that?" She whispered, voice lower than usual as well, matching his.
Mycroft just chuckled.
She watched as he slowly moved forwards, face turning to the side as he aimed for her neck. Pursing his lips, he blow a soft breath from the top of her neck, just behind her ear, moving at a torturously slow rate down the delicate skin and back up again….down…and up again…down …and up again…
After three trips, he placed a firm, lingering kiss just over the vein in her neck, feeling her elevated heart rate under his lips, smirking at the feel of it.
Staying there for a only a second, he whispered in her ear, "Because you're far too good."
Pulling back slightly, he saw her face was flushed, breathing heavy, chest heaving slightly, soft, pink lips parted a fraction, eyes alive with fire, watching his every move.
Suddenly, he pushed off the wall, releasing her and her personal space. "But like I said," He told her, voice almost back to normal; almost. She wasn't the only one affected by their little talk. He was just better at hiding it. Damned woman… "Things to do."
"Work to be done." She replied, not missing a beat. Pushing off the wall, she opened the door for the man, feeling the cool morning air hit her flushed skin.
Holding it open for him, she spoke up. "I'll be seeing you soon, Mr Holmes."
Mycroft almost smiled. "I do hope so, my dear." Smirking he added, "I do enjoy our talks."
"Good." She replied, smirk matching his. "Because I think you know I don't give in that easily."
Standing in front of her, not quite as close as he was, but close enough to reach out, he did just that, a hooked finger raising her chin slightly. "Oh, I'm counting on it." Dropping his arm, he carried on his way, smiling as he heard the door shut behind him.
He'd won this round.
AN - Hey everyone, thanks for the continued support for this series, I'm so sorry its taken so long to get my head back in the game, but I'm back now with a fair few new ideas. I actually know where I'm going with the story and its just a matter of getting it typed up J
Do keep reading, and reviews just encourage more writing!