Chapter 9: Something Wicked This Way Comes, Part 1
Mycroft stretched his long legs. He picked the engraved, crystal glass full of cherry brandy from the small table next to the couch and sipped.
The luscious, dark red liquid burned his throat, with its sweetness, as it made its way to his whole body, relaxing and warming him up.
He closed his eyes, tipping his head back, liking his red lips from the last droplets.
The velvet voice of Billie Holiday, coming from his laptop on his desk, warmed him even more.
As the saxophone played, accompanied by the golden voice of this exceptional woman, the doors opened.
''Your pretty little thing downstairs made me wait too long, Mycroft.'', she said. ''I don't like being ignored.''
The sound of her heels was muffled by the Persian carpet, as she walked and sat at the other end of the couch.
Mycroft pried his eyes open, turning his head just a little to see her sitting there in a dark blue tight dress with matching heels.
That woman was gorgeous… she could take away the breath of everyone. But not his…
''I had more important things to attend to, Irene.'', he drawled. ''And I believe you actually enjoy the company of my assistant.'', he said, his lips tilting slightly upwards.
''You know me too well, Mycroft.'', she purred. ''I do indeed like her very much… but I guess you have her round your thumb as well, haven't you pretty boy.''
He tutted.
''Anyway.'', she continued dismissively. ''I guess I'm here for more important things than your PA.''
He carefully placed his glass to its former position. He sat up, re-crossing his legs and looking at her. ''Have you got what I asked for?''
Without a word, Irene produced a small flash drive from her black, leather Chanel bag and gave it to him. ''All you need to know about Gregory Fielding is in here. It didn't take me too long to get what I wanted.'', she chuckled.
Mycroft held the small object in his long, pale fingers examining it as if it was a precious, uncut diamond.
''Is that all?''
His eyes wandered from his hand to her elegant form. ''For now…'', he said simply and put the flash drive next to his glass. ''You have immunity.'', he chuckled.
He flopped himself back to the leather couch and closed his eyes again. ''It must be hard though… to follow two bosses.'', he commented.
She shrugged innocently. ''What can I say? I like a good challenge.''
''I guess that's what makes you so good.''
Like a feline, Irene crawled to his side, until her knee bumped to his. ''I'm good because I'm good… not because of the challenges.'', she smirked, her fingers making idle circles on his knee.
Mycroft opened his eyes slowly. He looked at her fingers, his crystal blue eyes slowly roaming over the curves of her body until their eyes clashed. ''I suppose you're right.''
''Oh...'', she purred. ''I love it when you compliment me.''
Mycroft leaned forward, hooking his forefinger and thumb to her jaw, bringing their faces at the same level. ''I'll keep doing it, if you keep me happy.'', he said in a husky voice.
Her eyes closed at the sound of his soothing voice, her lips slightly parted, until she heard him huff and felt him removing his cool fingers from her.
She heard him rising and walking to stand in front of his grand desk. ''I guess that is all for tonight?'', she asked, slowly opening her eyes.
''Yes. You may go.''
''I must say, that girlfriend of yours is very intriguing.'', she said temptingly, as she rose, sorting her blue dress, her bag in her elegant hands.
''She is not my… girlfriend, as you very well know.''
''She's a tough nut to crack, I give her that.'', she continued, walking to stand in front of him. ''Quite arousing… you won't mind if I try to make her… change, would you?''
He cast a disapproving glare at her direction. ''You won't lay a hand on her.''
''Oh, I know that… unfortunately.'', she sighed. ''I'm just wondering if she's going to appreciate your interference with her career. She's quite proud, our girl.''
''She's not yours, Irene.''
She smirked, her right hand slowly caressing the lapel of his jacket. ''Pity. I'd like to tie her up to my bed, teach her a few tricks.'', she chuckled. ''But she isn't yours either, is she? It must be killing you.''
He raised a well groomed eyebrow. ''I think it's time for you to go.''
''Fine.'', she smiled. ''I guess I'll see you after my meeting with her?''
''No… I'll contact with you, when necessary.''
''Good night, Mycroft.''
She walked to the elevator doors, before his voice stopped her on her tracks.
''I understand that it is difficult for you to serve two masters, Irene and I find it remarkable.''
Irene turned to look at him.
''But I need to remind you that if you betray me in any way, Moriarty will be the least of your problems.''
Her green eyes clouded with genuine fear. She simply nodded and walked inside the elevator, pressing the button with force… anything to get her out of there.
Once Adler was gone, Mycroft smiled satisfactorily.
One of the small, guilty pleasures in his job was seeing what his power did to others.
He took two long steps and picked the small flash drive and his glass from the table, where he had left them.
Once he made himself comfortable in his chair, he put the small item in the USB slot and his eyes scanned the PDF archives and pictures that appeared rapidly.
Billie Holiday was still singing… Love me or Leave me.
Simultaneously he opened a new tab, entered a code and turned the volume up, just a little…
He heard the people in DCI Fielding's office talking. A woman and a man.
''This isn't good.'', he thought, pouting his lips slightly.
''Detective Inspector Lestrade, I presume.'', came a slow voice from the laptop's speakers. A very familiar voice, indeed.
''Oh, you want to play dirty Fielding, don't you.'', he mumbled and picked his mobile phone.
Lestrade was drumming her fingers on her right thigh impatiently, while waiting outside DCI Fielding's office. She was sitting on the uncomfortable office couch right next to the door.
These offices, that occupied the fifth floor of Scotland Yard, were for high ranking members of the force, only.
By this time of the day, all of them were empty, except for Fielding's office, who was currently inside, making a very important call.
This would be the only reason why he had called her in such a mood and then made her wait outside.
''Lestrade!'', called the DCI behind the closed door, startling Jenny. She stood, wiping a thin film of sweat that had formed in her palms and opened the door.
Jenny entered the much larger office and closed the door.
Although simply decorated, the office was much more pleasant that Jenny's. The windows were bigger and the view they provided was far better than the glimpse of an alley full of garbage bins she had to endure every day.
''Sir.'', she nodded and made her way to stand in front of his desk.
Greg threw her a strict look that made her furrow her eyebrows. ''Greg... is something the matter?''
''Lestrade, sit down.'', he said sternly.
''Thank you, I'd rather stand up.'', she replied quickly, tucking her hands inside the hip pockets of her black, flannel trousers.
''Oh please.'', he said sarcastically. ''Do sit down. Chief Superintendent Brahms will be here in a minute.''
At the sound of those three words, Jenny paled. Everyone knew the DCS Stephen Brahms. And when you heard his name it was bad news indeed.
''Greg, what's-what's all this?'', she stammered.
''You'll see.'', he said, giving her a grin.
The door opened and the man came in.
For the power and influence he was holding in his hands, the man was awfully small.
Her 5'9'' of glory though were lost in his 5'5'' chubby body that carried a massive brain and an even bigger ego.
''Detective Inspector Lestrade, I presume.'', he said in that sluggish voice of his. He walked and sat in the chair across the desk, smoothing imaginary wrinkles from his purple-brown Harris Tweed trousers. He then crossed his legs and took a file from Fielding's desk.
He raised his golden brown eyes to look at her. ''Sit down, please.'', he said and Jenny obeyed.
''Now, Inspector…'', he started nonchalantly, opening the file. Jenny saw his eyes roaming extremely quickly over the printed lines and then continued. ''I was informed that tomorrow night, you're to pose undercover at a club, in order to collect information and probably arrest a possible suspect in your current case. Am I wrong?''
Lestrade swallowed, feeling her throat like it was made out of cotton balls. ''No, sir.''
''I also understand that you're going on your own, without our permission and without informing DCI Fielding or your team. Correct me if I'm wrong.''
Jenny risked a quick glance over Fielding. It came as a huge shock to her that he actually seemed pleased.
''Inspector?'', the slow voice of DCS Brahms brought her back to attention.
''Ah- No, sir. You're not wrong.'', replied Jenny firmly, looking him straight in the eyes. If one thing Brahms hated was not having full attention, whenever he walked in a room. So Jenny gave him exactly what he was asking for.
''Lestrade, do you understand how serious this is?''
His so calm, drowsy voice was driving Jenny insane. ''I do, sir… but you have to understand, that the clues and suspect came to the light suddenly. I didn't have time and forgive my audacity, but the victims and their families are more important to me than keeping up with the paperwork.''
Silence ensued for a few moments, which was not good… at all!
''Have you informed the families?'', asked Fielding suddenly.
''No, sir.'', replied Jenny somewhat bitterly. ''All of the girls were orphans. That was also something that cemented my suspicions and made me take action.''
The DCS hummed. ''I know you, Inspector. You are very capable indeed. I guess your vanity made you feel secure enough not to inform your superiors.''
Jenny tried not clenching her fists. ''It's not vanity, sir. It is justice and-''
''And what, Lestrade?'', spat Fielding from the other side of the desk, making Jenny turn to look at him with surprise.
''As I said, the clues appeared suddenly!'', cried Jenny, finally losing her patience. ''It's a simple detection of the person I'm looking for, nothing more.''
''Inspector, do you understand that you're facing suspension?'', came the slow voice of Brahms opposite her.
''Sir, please.'', pleaded Jenny, but she was interrupted by Brahms' phone.
With idle moves he picked the Blackberry from his pocket and answered it.
''Brahms… Holmes! Long time no see, old chap.''
For the first time, at the sound of the name, Jenny's heart fluttered. Without realizing it, a small smile of hope cracked in her mouth.
With the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a furious Fielding, but chose to ignore him.
''I see…'', said Brahms speculatively. ''Aha… Fine. Of course. I'll see you at the Diogenes then. Ta-ta.''
He pressed the button to end the call and pocketed the machine back to its place.
All three of them remained silent. Brahms was looking at the files again, Jenny was biting her inner cheek nervously and Fielding was practically fuming.
''Well Inspector… It seems to me that you have a strong ally.'', he addressed to Jenny and this time Jenny saw what appeared to be admiration and respect in his eyes.
''How sure are you about this suspect of yours?''
''Ah- quite sure, sir.'', she nodded.
''Hmm… if Mycroft Holmes considers her a dangerous woman, then I suggest you look into the matter.''
He stood and Lestrade did the same. ''Proceed with your undercover operation. I wish you good luck.''
Brahms extended his hand and Jenny shook it firmly. ''Yes, sir.'', she said, making a curt nod. ''I will.''
''Fielding you have nothing to worry about from now on.'', continued the short man, turning to look at the surprised DCI. ''Evening.''
And Brahms left the office, as quiet as always.
The other two remained silent for a few moments before Jenny's head snapped and her eyes shot daggers to her DCI. ''What the fuck was that about?''
''You have the nerve to ask me what was that about?'', hissed Fielding, moving quickly to shut the door. ''You are making plans with Mycroft Holmes behind my back!''
''I'm not making any plans behind your back, or anyone's back!'', she shouted, unable to contain herself any longer.
''What is your connection to him?'', he snapped. ''What is your deal with him?''
''First of all, how do you know him?''
''Not important! Now, you tell me! What do you give him in return, Jen?''
''Excuse me?''
He came to stand in front of her, his hands fisted together. ''He just saved you from suspension, for fuck's sake! You act like his bloody private investigator!''
''That is not how it's like, Greg! You know I would never have done something like that without reasonable cause. You know how much I respect you and the Yarders.'', she replied, this time trying to sound softer and gentler in order to calm her DCI.
''No.'', he said stubbornly, shaking his head. ''You should have come to me first, not run and hide behind Mycroft Holmes! What the hell is going on between the two of you?''
''Nothing, honestly!''
''I'll rephrase.'', he mocked. ''Are you screwing him?''
Her eyes opened wide. ''What did you just say?''
''Oh, you didn't understand?'', he growled. ''I'll rephrase; do you spread your legs for him?''
Instead of an answer, Fielding received a strong smack on his left cheek. His head twisted violently to the other side.
''How dare you talk to me like that!'', she cried, trying to hold back the tears of fury that burned the back of her eyes.
''Why wouldn't I?'', stated Greg bitterly in a husky voice. He rubbed his cheek, now red with Jenny's hand imprint on it.
''Because you're my friend, Greg.'', Lestrade replied desperately. ''How can you think that I would sleep with him? The only reason I met him was because of Sherlock and if I could, I would never have.''
Jenny was dumbfounded, shaking her head in disbelief. ''How could you ever think like that?''
''All I know is that you are letting a murderer on the loose, hiding behind Mycroft Holmes.'', he said bitterly. He was shaking his head absently. ''Please go.'', he said softly and circled his desk, collapsing in his chair.
''Greg what did he do to you?'', she asked in a pleading tone. ''Did he threaten you? Why are you acting like that? You're not the Greg-''
''From now on, it's DCI Fielding. The foolish Greg you met, the Greg who-''
He stopped. Jenny noticed how his fist tightened significantly. He took a deep breath. ''You can go.''
''Greg, tell me… please.'', she pleaded once more.
''Out! Now!''
She didn't say anything. She just stormed off his office, confused and hurt more than ever.
She walked down the pavement quickly, stomping her boots angrily. She reached her car which was parked at a somewhat dark place and went to retrieve the car keys from her pocket.
She heard quick footsteps from behind and turned to see Fielding following her and stopping as soon as he reached her.
''For fuck's sake admit once that you were wrong! Admit once that you've screwed up!'', he cried, his voice echoing in the dark alley behind them.
''No!'', she said sternly. ''Because I didn't.''
''God!'', he said ruffling his salt n' pepper hair with his hands. ''Why do you have to be so stubborn? Why do you have to ruin everything?''
''I didn't ruin a thing! I'm just doing my job!'', she hissed.
''Yes you did!'', cried Greg. ''Everything I ever did for you was not enough.''
''Are you even listening to yourself? When have I said something like that?'', asked Jenny bewildered.
''You don't have to say anything, I can see it!'', he continued and approached her, looking almost feral. Jenny took a few steps back only to bump against her car.
''Greg…''
''All I ever wanted was you, but I was never good enough! You never thought I was good enough!''
''You're being ridiculous!'', she said and put her key to the lock. ''I'm going home.''
A hand slammed the half open door and Jenny saw Greg looking at her angrily. ''This is what I am to you? Ridiculous?''
''Greg calm down and get your hands off that door.''
But Fielding didn't seem to listen to her. ''I always let my feelings for you fog my judgment. Sally was right.''
Jenny's eyes widened. ''What does Sally got to do with anything?''
''She is the one who pointed out how vulnerable I get in front of you. How I allow everything when it comes to you and you don't even notice. You don't even give a damn!''
She was speechless. This was beyond her beliefs. She had realized that Greg Fielding had certain feelings for her, but she never knew that this event was going to trigger such a reaction.
''Greg.'', she sighed in order to calm down. ''Let's not make a big deal of this-''
Without warning Greg pinned her against the car and grabbed her face with both of his hands.
''Get off me!'', she cried.
''Do you know that by allowing you everything, I'm facing troubles myself?'', he whispered huskily, his body covering hers completely. ''First Sherlock and now this!''
''Greg, stop!''
''But I never mind! I would do anything for you!''
''No!'', she cried.
But Greg kissed her nevertheless.
It wasn't a nice kiss. It was rough, full of need and lust. Jenny's eyes were ready to pop out of her head as Greg pecked roughly at her bottom lip. His body was covering hers completely, making it difficult for her to move. When mere seconds have passed and her brain had registered that she was actually being assaulted, she bit his bottom lip with all her might.
He quickly pulled back looking surprised. ''You bit me!'', he stated and licked a drop of blood from his bottom lip. Then Jenny's punch landed on his jaw, making the DCI groan from the pain.
''How dare you? I've never given you the right, do you hear me?!'', she shouted.
Greg looked at her to see her more angry than ever. ''Jen, oh God I'm sorry, so s-''
''Next time you do something like that, my punch will land on your teeth!''
''Jen.'', he whispered and made a few steps to approach her.
''Stay right there.'', warned Jenny. ''Don't you ever- don't you ever come near me again!''
Lestrade was shaking from anger; she was gulping the thick, smelly air of the alley, her eyes fogged with rage and disappointment.
Fielding was still clutching his sore jaw, looking guilty as ever.
''I-I lost my patience…''', he began sheepishly. ''I'm so sorry.''
His voice was a soft, weak murmur, but it didn't seem to move her. ''How dare you?'', she hissed. ''How dare you report me to Brahms, then accuse me of sleeping with Holmes and then assaulting me?'', she cried. She took some deep breaths, which really didn't seem to make her feel any better; instead they made her feel dizzy.
''I'm so sorry.'', he whispered, looking at his feet.
''I can't believe there was a time I called you my friend.''
''Jen, please! I'm still your friend.''
She chuckled darkly. ''Friends stab you in the front, Fielding!'', she spat.
Fielding took a few steps back and then turned, practically running in the direction of the Yard, leaving her on her own.
Lestrade was still trying to calm herself down, her back against her car, her head tipped back. The furious feeling that had bombarded her, were starting to fade away slowly, leaving her limp and weak.
Her mobile chose this particular hour to ring.
With a trembling hand, she reached it from her black coat's pocket and without glancing at the small screen; she pressed the green Answer button blindly.
''Yes?'', she asked wearily, running her hand over her flustered face.
''Inspector Lestrade, this is Chloe.'', said a female voice on the other end of the line.
''Chloe who?'', asked Lestrade, furrowing her brows.
''Mr. Holmes' PA.'', she replied nonchalantly.
''Ah.'', she simply uttered. No wonder her voice was quite familiar. ''What happened to Anthea?''
''In my line of work I have to change my identity from time to time.''
She grunted, since she didn't actually care for the information. ''What do you want?'', she almost barked.
''Mr. Holmes wants a small… chat. I'm sending a car.''
And with that she turned her phone off, leaving an angry Lestrade muttering curses to the PA and her boss.
True to her word, a black car arrived a minute after the conversation ended. Without further delay, Jenny locked her own car and entered the black one.
She only hoped to find it intact when she got back…
She must have dozed off, because she couldn't remember the ride to this place.
The car had stopped in front of an abandoned building… typical of Holmes, really. She didn't expect to meet him at a cozy, warm coffee shop.
The building appeared to be an abandoned house. Standing at the corner of the street, it must have been a simple, elegant house… now its façade was black from the smoke and dirt and passengers were passing by it, looking for shops or houses that seemed friendlier and had something to offer.
''Where are we?'', she mumbled, but the driver didn't seem to hear her, or simply didn't want to answer.
''Mr. Holmes is inside.'', he stated and nothing more.
With a sigh, Jenny opened the door and got out.
She entered the house slowly, afraid that a wall might come down.
Her boot heels were making the floor boards squeak and she frowned at the sound.
When she closed the door, she realized that the house was surprisingly warm.
''Odd.'', she thought and followed the faint light, which radiated from behind a half closed door.
She entered the room and saw a fire burning inside a crafty, flat Victorian mantelpiece in white marble. Two plush armchairs and a round table were in front of the mantel and on the table was a crystal bottle of what seemed to be whiskey and two glasses.
Jenny huffed a laugh at the image, feeling like Alice in Wonderland, ready to drink the contents of the bottle and shrank.
''You're here.'', came the smooth voice of Mycroft, making her jump.
He was standing right behind her and walked to take his place in one of the chairs. ''Please, sit.'', he said politely and Jenny did exactly that.
She sat in a less graceful manner than Mycroft and fixed her eyes on the blazing fire.
''How are you?'', he asked, with something that sound like concern in his voice.
She quickly pushed the silly notion back and replied. ''I had better days.''
Her eyes drifted from his form to the room and back to the fire. ''Is this place yours?'', she asked wearily.
Mycroft slowly poured two glasses of whiskey. ''Yes.'', he said, as he delicately pushed the glass towards her. ''I bought it when I was fifteen. It's my… sanctuary, if you will.''
Jenny took the glass and sipped. ''I had a tree house when I was fifteen.'', she smiled behind her glass.
A warm smile appeared on his lips.
''Thank you.'', she said softly.
''For what?''
She sighed, since she was certain he knew what she was thanking him for. ''For calling Brahms. For… saving me from suspension.''
''There's no need to thank me.'', he replied curtly, sipping his drink. ''I may wouldn't have done that if I knew that it would cause such events to occur.''
''How do you know that?'', she asked suspiciously.
He allowed a small smile. ''I know many things, Lestrade. Especially on your DCI…''
At the sound of the word, Jenny's upper lip twitched. The images of the previous hour flashed before her.
She stood and took her coat off.
Mycroft was looking at her every move and she felt quite flustered under his gaze. She felt like he was the Spanish Inquisition. She threw the coat on the chair and circled the plush furniture swiftly, her hands on its back, supporting her weight.
''What have you done to him? Seriously Mycroft, what?'', she asked. Her anger that slowly replaced her calmness was sure to break the fragile subtlety of this meeting. But she had to know… right now the reason why he had called her, the fact that tomorrow was the day that she might solve that gruesome case, didn't matter to her. She had to know why Mycroft interfered once again.
Mycroft frowned. ''He assaulted you and you're accusing me?''
''Yes! The man is scared! You did something! What?''
''None of your concern.'', he replied coldly.
''It is my concern, when it involves me!'', she spat.
''It doesn't.''
''Bullshit!'', she cried, her hands grabbing the back of the chair tightly. ''I deserve to know why I lost my friend.''
Mycroft chuckled. ''Your friend? Really? The man who told you that you are 'Screwing me' and 'Spread your legs for me.'? You need to reconsider your friendships, Inspector.''
Her mouth twitched, once again, at the sound of Greg's words coming from his mouth. For some reason they sounded so different and much more disgusting coming from him. ''You don't know anything about him and me! You meddled and destroyed everything that Fielding and I shared!'', she cried.
''Have I?'', he spat, practically growling. He stood up, the light of the fire emphasizing the angles of his face, making him look more fearsome. ''Did it never seemed weird to you, how such a young man became a DCI?'', he continued, placing his glass on the table and approaching her slowly, like a wild animal approaches its prey.
Jenny stood her ground, fighting the urge to flee. ''As I became a DI so young! He is a capable and brilliant man, if you must know! He cracked the-''
''Yes I'm quite aware of the case that made him a DCI.'', he answered in a low, husky tone. ''I've been studying it for the last year. The hero who managed to crack the kidnapper's bank accounts, find and save the daughter of the then Prime Minister.''
He was moving all this time slowly towards her and finally came to stand behind her. ''I know the case… as much as I know how deep in this case he was involved.'', he whispered in her ear, his breath ghosting over her ear and neck, sending shivers to her body from head to toe.
''You can't possibly accuse him of something like that?'', she said bewildered, turning around, only to realize how close he was standing, blocking her way entirely. She gulped.
A smirk appeared on his lips, his eyes roaming over her face. ''Allow me to know a few more things about your precious friend.'', he chuckled darkly moving even closer to her. ''How can such a smart woman, trust the wrong people, all the time.''
''And whom should I trust?'', she asked mockingly. ''You?''
Lestrade's skin crawled as she felt his fingertips caressing the length of her arm, stopping at her elbow. ''Yes.''
Jenny literally froze when he leaned forwards, until his mouth was right next to her ear. ''You are the most tantalizing human being I've ever met.''
His voice was a sweet murmur; combined with his incredibly alluring, spicy cologne it rendered Jenny incapable of moving.
''Tantalizing?'', she snorted trying to sound indifferent; trying to hide the steaming engine that was currently working in her stomach, setting her body and senses on fire.
''Yes.'', he hummed.
Jenny gasped suddenly, the moment he planted a soft, feather light kiss under her ear lobe. Jenny, who had literally frozen to her place, bit her bottom lip to stop a sigh that threatened to come forward.
''You arouse my desire and yet you're so mockingly out of reach.''
His right arm came to rest around her waist, pulling her close to him.
She let out a surprised sound. ''What are you doing?''
He didn't answer. He merely tightened his grip, like a vice.
She swallowed softly. ''Mycroft let me go.'', she said sternly and took a deep breath to calm her nerves.
A warm, spicy scent mingled with something sweet penetrated her senses, making her feel fuzzier. She actually felt compelled to nuzzle the white expanse of his neck, which seemed incredibly soft.
''Stop thinking and leave!'', yelled suddenly a voice inside her.
A throaty chuckle came from Mycroft.
Lestrade managed to harden her face. ''Mycroft. Get. Off. Me.'', she said slowly, lowering her voice.
''Why would I do that?'', he asked innocently.
''Because I asked you to.''
He hummed. ''You know Genevieve; I am a man who was never denied a single thing. I always did what was best for my interest and the one's I loved; no matter the cost. I have the strings of the world attached to my fingertips; I control everything.''
He moved his fingertips over her face. Jenny found herself swallowing hard and feeling the heat pooling to her ears. Why couldn't she just push him? Why?
His hand had moved to her collarbone and then to her neck, clutching, but not tight. Just resting his hand there…
''Everyone is under my command; and I actually enjoy it. Seeing your plans into actions, your schemes succeeding. It makes you feel more alive than anything in this world. I must say, it is quite… arousing.''
At the sound of his last words, Jenny blushed.
''Why are you telling me this?'', she asked hazily, her voice unstable.
He batted his lashes slowly. ''Because I hate chaos in my life.''
His blunt nails dug into her neck possessively. That shook her enough. ''Mycroft, stop it.'', she said as firmly as she could manage.
Their gazes locked and for once again she felt more than intimidated by his blue gaze. ''No one ever resisted me. Until you.''
''Oh!'', she suddenly said in realization. ''I'm so sorry.'', she continued with mockery in her tone. ''I'll try my best to make you happy. Now fucking get off me!'', she growled, her senses and anger coming back.
He dug the nail of his thumb more inside the flesh of her neck, grazing the surface.
''Stop it!'', she cried and tried to push him, only to be pushed further against his body.
''Mycroft, let me go dammit!'', she growled. ''I won't suffer this!''
Finally her arms seemed to obey her and she pushed him.
Her eyes almost popped out of her head, when she realized that she had simply tried to push a brick wall. It appeared that his Savile Row suits hid a far stronger body than his idle physique projected.
This time, Mycroft's mouth came to rest mere millimeters from her.
Their eyes clashed. Brown met icy blue, now darker than she had ever seen them. She could see the lust dancing in those black-blue orbs and felt a heat in her body that she had to feel in a very long time.
''I won't let you.'', she said weakly.
His eyes open and closed incredibly slowly. There was an unreadable expression in his face.
Jenny was shivering; and it wasn't from fear or cold.
''Lust's passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes.'', he said huskily, his voice a little louder than a whisper.
"What?'', she asked weakly, before he sealed her trembling lips with his mouth.
Lestrade couldn't breathe; she felt the world dissolving around her, her knees weak and she was ready to collapse, if not for the strong grip around her waist.
His mouth was hot, ravenous. She felt his baby soft lips moving hungrily over hers, covering her completely.
Her veins were throbbing, pumping blood all over her aching body.
He dislodged his mouth for just a few moments; her back met the back of the chair and she breathed deeply, before he grabbed her waist possessively, crushing their lips together yet again.
She moaned as she felt her hair being grabbed almost forcefully, yanking her on one side to allow him better access.
Mycroft seemed to be possessed as he thrust his tongue inside her mouth without a single warning. Jenny whimpered from surprise and then desire.
His tongue worked on the inside of her mouth, exploring every single centimeter. He tasted heavenly; he tasted of whiskey and something dark, and creamy; a blend of hot tastes that drove her mad with desire.
His lips disengaged from hers. Jenny whimpered at the loss, until her mewl of need transformed into a moan, when he laid a path of fiery kisses along her neck.
The hot kisses trailed down her exposed collarbone.
Her hands came to cradle his head, her fingers raked through his soft hair.
Mycroft raised his head to look at her.
The sight took her breath away; his eyes were glazed with lust, his lips were red and glistening and she gasped.
At the sound, Mycroft attacked her lips again, nipping the slightly chapped flesh before he deepened the kiss.
Jenny felt his well manicured nails digging into the flesh of her waist.
She was lost in a delirium of lust and passion. It had been too long for her; too long since she had been intimate with someone.
Even in the last years of her marriage there was not much intimacy. Some chaste kisses which meant nothing much... but now.
Now Mycroft was sucking a spot at her collarbone and had his clever fingers working up and down her ribs, caressing her belly and back.
When his hands moved from the small of her back, down to caress her rear, she thought she would die from arousal.
Lestrade was so lost that she couldn't understand the situation; that the man who she was kissing was Mycroft Holmes, not just any man. Right now, in her eyes he was the most irresistible, gorgeous human being who was kissing her and drove her mad with desire.
Only when she felt Mycroft pinning her further against the back of the chair did she realized what was going on.
''St-", she mumbled against his lips, but he couldn't hear her. He was long lost too.
She pushed him back with force until their lips were finally unglued.
"Please, stop!", she cried, breathless. "I-I can't."
Mycroft's face was a mask of calmness; the only thing that testified his acts a few seconds ago, were his red, swollen kissed lips and dark eyes.
He slowly retrieved his hands from her waist and walked to sit in his chair.
Jenny was still standing with her back towards him. She could hear the soft sounds he was making, as he rearranged himself in the chair and picked his glass…
Then silence ensued; the sounds from the fireplace the sole music in this place.
She reluctantly turned and picked her coat from the chair, putting it on slowly.
Mycroft's eyes clashed with hers and she felt more awkward than ever.
She swallowed. ''This meant nothing.'', she stated, as sternly as she could manage.
''Really?'', he challenged with a small smile.
''Really.''
He hummed thoughtfully. ''Well, I can't say the same thing about me, can I?'', he said and gave her a most distinctive smirk.
She swallowed again. ''You promised!'', she said, her nails digging on the inside of her palms. ''You promised that after the case you'd leave me alone!''
''That was before I'd tasted you.'', he smirked, making her skin crawl and this time… definitely not from arousal. ''You've passed the point of no return, Genevieve. There is no going back… not for me and certainly not for you.''
She used her best authority face, giving him a very stern look. ''If you think that I'm afraid of you, then you're wrong!'', she stated. ''You can do whatever you like! I won't abide! I have faced people like you in my line of work, Holmes and they haven't scared me a bit!''
His face relaxed, but the small smile never left his rosy lips. ''Oh, that is going to be even more fascinating.'', he said, leaning back in his chair, as cool as ever. ''I would never dream of you submit so easily… that is one of the many reasons I like you.''
Jenny gave him a fierce look. ''Why would I ever submit to you? Why would I want you in my life?''
Mycroft seemed thoughtful for a moment. He then looked at her. ''In the end, we all love our executioners.''
Jenny simply dashed off the place.
She ignored the driver that opened the door for her.
Once outside she started running.
She ran as fast as she could, not looking back at the people she bumped into, not looking back at the cyclist who cursed her for running almost on him, she didn't look back to apologize for anything… she simply kept running till her lungs started burning.
She stopped at an unknown park, grabbing the back of a bench and breathing hard, the air coming in and out of her lungs like thick soup.
Once her face was completely flushed and her lung burning had minimized she raised her head to look at her surroundings. She had no idea where she was; she was completely disoriented.
The park was dark and she decided to leave immediately.
Her cell phone rang, signalling an incoming text.
Stop running… you'll never escape me. – MH
''What have I done?'', she whined and put her mobile in her pocket.
And then she started running again…
Note: Hello everyone! Happy New Year! I'm really sorry for the delay, but I was very caught up with my university's projects. I'll try to upload the second part of this chapter before the end of the month, but I can't promise anything.
Also, two of the phrases in this chapter are not mine; ''Friends stab you in the front.'', was quoted by the one and only Oscar Wilde and ''Lust's passion...'', was quoted by Marquis de Sade.
Hope you enjoyed! :)