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Oh, heavens, Mycroft thought to himself as the man bumped into him as he was on his way out of the bakery.

"Oh no, I am so sorry, here, let me help you," the other man implored him.

He closed his eyes, trying not to roll them as the other man bent down to pick up his spilled sweets. He rubbed his temples. I knew I should have just sent Anthea for them. If only I could go without my sweets for that long, he sighed.

"No, no," he winced as he caught the other man by the shoulder. "Don't worry about it," he felt a raging headache coming on. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply.

After a minute, the guilt-stricken man begged him, "Please, I'll buy you double what you had before, it was all my fault."

Mycroft slowly opened his eyes. "Here," he pulled out a pen and notepad from beneath his suit jacket, turning toward the counter. He scribble an address down, then ripped the sheet out of the pad, then hand the sheet to the other man. "Deliver what ever you purchase to this address in approximately thirty minutes. Ask for," he paused, cocking his head and thinking for a minute, "Ahh, yes, ask for Anthea. Well, then, I must be off." He grabbed his umbrella then sped out the door as the other man looked over the paper.

He could hear a faint "wait" come from the other man as he slid into his limo. I really need to install a bakery in my office. Or at least buy some sort of Easy Bake oven. He closed his eyes and tapped his umbrella on the carpet of the limo, the rhythm eventually lulling him to sleep.

. . .

Mycroft tapped his pen to his desk, sighing as he remembered the day's events. He checked his watch. Twenty minutes until the meeting with the meeting with the Prime Minister. He was not looking forward to the dull formalities he would have to endure before he could tell his little pawn what he needed him to do. "When on Earth are my sweets going to get here?" he mumbled to himself, frowning.

As if to answer him, a buzzer rang on his desk. He pressed a button, saying "Yes?" into the intercom.

"A man is at the door asking for you," Anthea said. "He says he's brought you sweets, but I thought you?"

"Send him in," Mycroft cut her off.

"Are you sure you-"

Mycroft sighed and Anthea shut up immediately, knowing her boss' limits and that these were sliced in half when he had his cravings.

Mycroft wasn't sure why he asked the man into his office. Anthea could've easily delivered the sweets to him herself. It would take more time for them to transfer the sweets from his arms to hers. I need my sweets, he justified his actions.

A small creak caught Mycroft's attention and he looked up to see the door opening, the man from earlier appearing slowly, holding a large white box in front of him. Mycroft felt a small smile creep over his lips.

"Hi," the man whispered weakly, turning to close the door.

"Sit, please," Mycroft gestured to the chair in front of his desk.

"I really can't, I've-"

"Sit," Mycroft smiled sharply, cocking his head a bit.

The man seemed to be conflicted, but eventually gave in and took a seat.

The room was silent for a minute. Mycroft eventually asked, "Well?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, right," the man fumbled to push the box onto Mycroft's desk, almost dropping it in the process. "Haha," he laughed weakly, covering his heart, then turned his laugh into a cough when he realised the other man was far from amused that he had almost dropped his sweets...again.

Mycroft pulled the box toward him, opening it up and closing his eyes to inhale the sweets. "Good," he opened his eyes to smile at the other man. After a moment, he looked at the other man expectantly, saying, "Off you go."

The other man furrowed his brows and made no indication to move.

Mycroft pointed a slim finger towards the door, seemingly confusing the other man even more.