It was a lovely evening. The restaurant wasn't crowded and the food was delicious. Red table cloths, sparkling champagne, and candlelight. Mycroft couldn't have asked for a better night. He had a lot on his mind and this was certainly distracting him.
He and Claire took a walk around the area of the restaurant and he decided to speak with her about a few things that had been on his mind.
"So, would you want to move into my house? After everything, I mean?"
Claire raised her eyebrows. She hasn't given it a thought. "I don't see why not? Will that be alright with you?"
"Perfectly fine. I don't want you to live far from your father."
She side-smiled. "Thanks. But, you're sure it's fine?"
He nodded. "Positive."
They reached a crosswalk and he pressed the button as they waited for it to signal them. "So, did you have a busy day?"
"Nothing to write home about, why?"
She held his hand. "You seem tense. I thought you might've had a long day."
He shook his head. "It was alright. Although, I think my office is getting smaller. I feel so enclosed."
"Do you have windows? Just open a few. That's what my dad does when he needs some air."
They crossed the street as Claire lowered her eyes. She sighed and chose her next words carefully. "Mycroft..."
He glanced down at her. "Yes? What's wrong?"
"Have you thought about..."
She rubbed her stomach a bit and Mycroft swallowed. "Oh. Well...no. But that doesn't mean that I don't want any."
"It's okay. I was only wondering. I mean, I don't want to rush things. But...perhaps one day."
It had gotten cold. Mycroft removed his jacket and placed it over Claire's shoulders. They continued walking until they froze at the sound of fireworks.
Claire grimaced. "Odd."
Mycroft shook his head. "Disrespectful."
They exchanged glances and smiled. He put his arm around her and brought her close to him. She gazed up at the night sky as it filled with bursts of color. His hand touched her cheek as he leaned towards her face.
She closed her eyes and smiled. Suddenly, his phone rang and he scoffed. He saw it was Sherrinford calling and he silenced his phone.
"Sure you don't wanna get that?" Claire asked, as he put his phone away.
"Not important," he replied as he kissed her.
She kissed him back as the fireworks kept blasting in the sky. They kissed on the sidewalk until they heard a car screeching. Mycroft turned and grabbed Claire without another thought. He dragged her down and out of the car's way as she gave a shriek.
Several people ran and screamed as the car ran into a street light. Claire and Mycroft landed on their side as they looked up at the car filling with smoke. Mycroft hurried to his feet and took out his phone.
"Stay here," he told Claire.
She rubbed her sore arm and stood up as Mycroft approached the car with his phone at his ear. Out of the car scrambled a young woman. She had dark brown hair and a black gown. Mycroft helped her stand as she seemed to be unaware of what had just happened.
Claire rushed over as the woman held Mycroft's arm. "Where...? What happened?"
"You've just crashed. Please, calm yourself. It's alright," he told her.
Claire took the woman aside as Mycroft stared at her from head to toe. "Careless driving."
Claire sat the woman down on the edge of the sidewalk and folded her arms, as she turned back to Mycroft. "What?"
"Texting...no, she was on the phone with someone."
"How can you tell?"
He pulled out a cellphone from the driver's seat and showed her the call logs. Claire nodded, impressed. "Are the police coming? Hospital?"
"Police, possibly. Hospital, yes. I imagine they'll be sending Sherlock over."
Claire shrugged. "Maybe not. He's not one to take a car crash case, is he?"
"At this point, he'd take any case. Besides, I personally ordered him to come."
Claire laughed and scoffed. "You ordered him? He's definitely not coming."
The woman was shaking as the ambulance arrived and took her away. She had beautiful pale skin and green eyes. She only had a minor scratch on her cheek but nothing more. Several witnesses were questioned, as Sherlock and John arrived by taxi.
"A car crash, Mycroft? You said it was a murder," Sherlock scoffed as he adjusted his scarf.
John gave Claire a nod. "Hanging out?"
"No, we were actually walking around when the accident happened. Almost ran us over!"
John glanced at Sherlock who was now smirking. "Ah, you think this was something more serious, don't you, Mycroft?"
Mycroft rolled his eyes. "It had to have been."
Sherlock chuckled. "So overprotective."
John stood, confused. "Sorry, what's going on?"
"She's not in any danger, Mycroft. Loosen your knickers," Sherlock said, rolling his eyes.
Claire glanced at Mycroft. "Danger? Who said I'm in danger?"
Mycroft shook his head and took Claire's hand. "It's nothing. I was just concerned."
"Concerned?"
"Darling, I work for the government, remember? Anyone in relations to me is at risk."
"Not everyone," Sherlock mumbled.
"Shut up, Sherlock," John scolded.
"It was just...I just can't take any risks."
She nodded. "That's why you asked Sherlock to come."
"I'm flattered," Sherlock commented.
John walked past him and sighed. "We'll be leaving. Evening."
Mycroft shook his head as he watched them leave and Claire smiled. "Should we see if that woman was alright?"
He held her hand. "I'm just glad my woman is alright."
They exchanged smiles and walked back to his car holding hands.