A/N: Good god, it's been a while! Life took me over for a year, it seems. But muses do like to cling for dear life...
Visits to her brother generally involve good practice for her breaking and entering skills. It seems he has reached a point wherein he plays 'disapproving brother' well enough that he refuses to see her at the door, but is reconciled to her enough that he doesn't turn her away once she has made her way through.
She certainly doesn't mind- nor does it present any true challenge or difficulty for that matter, as quite frankly Mycroft's security is shocking.
It was ten past six in the morning, a fact that she knew not because of any clock but because she could hear him coming down the hall- his obsession with punctuality and rhythm was better than any timepiece. He barely reacted to her presence in his rooms beyond an irritated sigh at the pipe smoke that she had brought along with her to keep her company- apparently he had become resigned to the fact that she shan't stop popping by any time soon- and simply waved her greeting off.
"To what do I owe the pleasure, Genevieve?" She pointedly did not respond to the name. "I can see you have no case with which you need assistance."
"It occurred to me that you might need the address of my new rooms."
"But you didn't simply send a telegram?"
"Why, one would almost think you weren't glad to see me, brother."
He didn't give any response, simply glancing down at her shoes. His brow wrinkled in uncharacteristic confusion after a moment.
"They are in... Baker Street? A much improved area over your last choice, but how did you come across the funds?" She merely took a long puff of the pipe in response, smiling around it. The moments ticked on, and she dragged it out, ever the dramatic, before responding.
She exhaled a cloud of smoke with relish.
"A most generous gentleman has been of aid in that area."
She deliberately used her unaltered voice, still deep-toned but nowhere near so much as before, and for a moment she fancied she might even pass for her own gender.
The amount she would owe Mycroft for the plate he dropped at her words is worth finally doing something that can shock him. Petty, but true.