Chapter Title: "Don't want to close my eyes, I don't want to fall asleep 'cause I'd miss you babe, and I don't want to miss a thing." I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing, Aerosmith
Inspired By: Reading the news
Written For: Call Me Mad, because all the Mycrofts needed to meet up!
Pairings: Sally/Anthea
Word Count: 221 (excluding headers and footnotes)
The sunset over Kyoto turned the heavens into a veritable treasure chest, spilling gold across the sky. The final meeting of the day was being wrapped up, and in the corridor outside, Mycroft Holmes' PA was falling asleep onto the PA to the French Government.
She was severely jet-lagged, and prior to flying she had spent hours organising all of Mr. Holmes' clothes, luggage and his schedule. In between ferrying Mr. Holmes to his meetings and texting her girlfriend in England, Anthea just hadn't slept.
Hence she was dozing on the shoulder of Élodie St. Pierre. Élodie seemed fine with this arrangement – possibly because her boss, Fabrice Dubois, had fallen asleep on her so many times.
"Anoushka, we're all finished now," Mycroft smiled. "But you're very welcome to stay and sleep on Mademoiselle St. Pierre if you wish."
"Sorry sir," Anthea yawned, stretching out her arms and back. "That was unprofessional."
"That's quite all right," Mycroft replied smoothly. "It's been a long day. You're off-duty until nine am. Go back to the hotel."
"Yes, sir," Anthea rubbed her eyes. Hopefully, she could ring Sally before she fell asleep. She had promised, after all.
Anthea stumbled into her room, tumbled onto the mattress and pressed a button on her phone.
"Hi, Annie!" Sally chirped.
"Hey Sal," Anthea yawned. "How're you doing, babe?"
I didn't get to write about all the Governments being in the same room, but I implied it and that's more or less the same thing. This is what I imagine is happening when Sally and Greg are on their stakeout in the last chapter eating Belgian buns and drinking coffee.
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