AN: Wow, guys. One hundred reviews and well over thirteen thousand hits! Trust me, when I started this series in a notebook in a hotel room one night, I never thought it would actually do well. I chose to do a story on Mycroft because he didn't seem to be very popular, but Sherlock had better watch out because his older brother has some fans of his own! Thanks for your awesome reviews! Since the series is about a third of the way done, does this mean by Chapter 100 I'll have three hundred hits? I hope so!
Waiting
Ann Marie glanced up from her needlepoint, first to the walkway and then to the clock. It was starting to get dark. Mycroft was nearly an hour late.
She returned to her sewing; she was embroidering another set of linen napkins. With Mycroft's increasing publicity within the ranks of the law enforcement officers, the need for them was growing. They had hosted one diner party already (much to Mycroft's distaste) and were planning another already.
Never be caught without linen, her mother had always said.
She glanced again to the clock. Not yet a minute had passed from when she had last checked. She was quite sure she was going to go mad waiting on him.
Then, ten minutes and two-thirds of a napkin later, Mycroft started up the walkway, and she could see he was holding something in his arms.