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Mycroft's POV
After the doctor and sugar boy, and that's quite a combination to consider, gets out of the car, he directs Frank to take him to the office. He will deal with Nathan and have Ali gather all the information available on Doctor Watson. What else? Oh yes, get a contract written up, he has a feeling that it will be needed because the soldier would never just accept an oral contract, not when he doesn't actually want to be a sugar boy. Maybe he should see about hiring him for something else? Of course he had found the way the smaller man had moved in to deal with Nathan rather appealing, knowing intellectually and seeing physically the fact he can fight are two very different things.
When the car pulls to a stop, he waits patiently for his driver to open the door before sliding out and smoothly heading towards the private offices within the MI building. Tonight he is not heading towards his office, instead he is heading towards the bowels of the building, to where the containment cells are. He needs to decide what to do with Nathan, but first he has to discover exactly what information the traitor has sold out.
As he makes his way through the building, his PA appears at his side, her phone in her hand as she passes a file. One he notes is on Nathan and what his recent work has been. His eyes skim the information, reading faster than any of his subordinates as he heads to the room Nathan is currently in. As he strides through the door, passing the file back, his eyes do a quick sweep, noticing everyone within the room and chuckling over the fact the only two women in the room are his PA Ali and MI6's M.
"Nathan Briggs, Agent 0019, modestly intelligent, excels at honeypot missions and turning informants, thirty-nine years old, assigned male at birth, requested to be listed as gender fluid, can easily play both male and female roles with ease." Ali lists off, as she watches the disgraced agent, not looking at anyone else, head high and back straight. She's pissed because he was one of her training instructors and he is aware that she dislikes traitors.
"You can't prove anything!" the caged agent snarls in response, glaring at Ali.
Interesting, the relationship had gone past just the teacher-trainee dynamic. The way her eyes flash tell him exactly how much since he is aware she belongs o a few discrete clubs where she can play whatever roll she wants as her mood strikes. Of course, each one is under a different persona but that is not the point.
"What shall we do with him?" the director of MI5 questions.
"We need to know how much he has sold," M replies, voice firm and calm despite the anger in her eyes.
All three of them study the ex-agent for a few minutes.
"Are you compromised?" M inquires with a glance at his PA.
"No," she replies with her normal bored tone, "Play with him?" she queries with a tilt of her head, eyes sweeping in the least friendly manner possible.
"Yes, and dispose of the leftovers." M just about orders before seeming to remember Ali is his to order about, "Mycroft?"
"Acceptable, when you are done, there are a few things I need." He answers with a nod.
"I can multitask," his PA comments, "I'll get to it once he is moved."
He nods, considering the matter concluded and turning on the balls of his feet to head to his office. She will send him a report when done, or call him back if he is needed for something. Until then, he has paperwork to do, and he can send her the list of information he needs once he is at his desk.
Once at his desk, he sends his PA a quick email about the information he wants gathered on John before turning his attention back to his normal work. Just over an hour passes like that as he makes all the reports necessary for the removal of an agent.
He is surprised by the visit from M, who merely arches a silver brow at him. In response he merely lifts one shoulder in a half shrug. That's the end of that conversation as she nods and leaves.
He has just finished up the papers when his computer chimes that he has a message. Opening it, he discovers all of the information from his PA on one John Watson, divided into two parts, a complete and thorough set of files for the first, and a summary for the second. He will read the completed file at home, but for now the summary. It only takes him a few minutes to work his way through it, including a copy of what he is looking for in a patron or sugar daddy. Actually his request list is relatively simple, and not all that expensive, he could easily support four or five people with the same request list without hardly touching his account. It is a lot cheaper than his brother's monthly spending that is for sure.
Well then, best draw up a contract and arrangement deal using this as a base. Shouldn't be too difficult, he does complicated negotiations on a daily bases.
Besides, the sooner he has it drawn up, the sooner he can have it delivered for review, the higher his chances are on their lunch meeting leaving with a sugar-boy.
Now that's something Sherlock would laugh about, the fact he has to pay for sex, but that's alright. He would rather hire John then allow some lack-witted idiot who would not recognize his value do it. If they eventually end up in bed together, that is just a bonus. He can clearly recall how fluid the younger man had moved when he had went after Nathan, the way his clothes had accented his best traits and showed off the fact he was still in good shape. Oh yes, he definitely wouldn't mind ending up in bed with him.
Starting at the top: flat or small house with at least one bedroom, bathroom, living room, and full kitchen? Easy, he can use his smaller house, the one he bought when he was first hired. It actually has three bedrooms, one full bath and one half-bath, and separate dining, kitchen, living rooms. Next item: small allowance to return to school or take classes. Again, so simple, and relatively cheap considering the schools he has listed as possible places to attend. Third item: small allowance for one new outfit every six months. Every six months? He is moderately sure his tailor makes him a new suit every month, all of them to be used for different purposes and functions. Of course some of his suits get destroyed when he has to deal with his brother's antics, so he never really has too many suits, but he still has new clothes regularly. Last point, at least an one-hour warning before any anal sex for cleaning and medical preparation purposes. He blinks, trying not to laugh because seriously, someone looking to be hired as a sugar boy and that is there request list of things for the contract? It is simple!
Smirking, he writes up the entire contract, including housing, twice weekly housekeeping services, school allowance for better schools than the ones listed, clothing allowance for a better wardrobe than requested, agrees to sex requests, adds in a stipend for medical supplies, and offer for a job related to his medical career for assisting with his younger brother and occasionally himself, also an offer for occasional guard and protection jobs. Might as well hire him as a doctor and guard since he is skilled in both areas.
Once the contract is done, he reads it a second time before summoning one of the lower level agents to deliver to the good doctor at his bedshare along with a note and sealed in an envelope.
Now that that is out of the way, is there anything else for him to do before he heads home for the night? Nothing that cannot wait until morning. Officially he has the weekend off, but he often works from his home office, and he is sure this weekend will be no different. With a sigh, he stands, stretching and heading towards the door, using his phone to summon his driver. Tomorrow he will look over the more detailed John Watson files, seeing all the details that make a person interesting and boring, seeing how he became the way he is with more clarity than just a glance can give him, but that is tomorrow, not tonight.
Tonight will be a hot shower, check in on his brother, and go to sleep.