Magic One Shots (Sherlock BBC Fic)
AN – this is basically a dumping point for all the one shot cracktastic stuff that the magic verse threw up but didn't fit into the two fics. Also, it's an excuse to torture Mycroft.
Warning – slash, established relationship. This holds for all the chapters.
Disclaimer – characters and settings as depicted in BBC series (or any other established setting) are not mine. No money being made. Plot is mine.
Obedience Training for DI's
AN – Set only a week after Geoff gets his second Pet.
Unlike the first Pet, Geoff noticed almost immediately that his new invisible shadow was a lot more… present in his life. Before, his Pet had come and gone, wandering in and out of his life at will. Geoff was sometimes uncertain if it was even the same Pet at times and as he couldn't ask John without making Sherlock sulk, he wasn't exactly in a position to ask.
His new Pet was an entirely different story. That first afternoon, it had brushed deliberately against Geoff as often as possible and had then taken offence at Mycroft Holmes' tone and growled at the man. As if that wasn't enough, it had also taken a strong dislike to Sally Donovan at the crime scene: Geoff suspected it had tripped her up after she'd annoyed him with some snide remarks about Sherlock being responsible for the body they were dealing with now.
The Pet had followed him home, agreeing to listen to BBC1 on the way, and Geoff had the sense that it had ushered the children up to bed with him. It had sat on his foot while he and the missus watched telly, but thankfully hadn't followed them to bed.
The next morning, Mycroft Holmes phone was sitting on Geoff's desk, as were all the pens from Sally's desk, including the engraved one that she'd gotten from her parents on her twenty first birthday. It was like owning a cat that left you mice; only in this case the mice belonged to someone else, one of which could make you redundant. It wasn't hard to give Sally's pens back before she noticed, but the phone was another matter entirely. In the end, the decision was taken out of his hands as a rather beautiful, shapely, well dressed, but cold woman turned up and took the phone from him without a word, though her glance was decidedly withering.
Sally's pens migrated back to his office, along with her stapler, hole punch and various other office supplies three times that day – although always when Geoff was demonstrably out of the office and therefore not responsible. Sally treated the office to an amusing rant about infantile practical jokes at the end of shift and stomped off in a huff to retrieve her personal coffee cup before leaving for the night.
Geoff had a quiet conversation in the car about respecting other people's belongings, even if they were annoying or rude and hoped that would do the trick. His Pet had grumbled under the noise from the radio – but seemed accepting of the idea if the brush against his arm was anything to go by.
The morning after that Mycroft's phone, Sally's phone and Anderson's coffee mug were all on his desk, as were three different warrant cards. Geoff growled in frustration, texted John quickly, thought about it and let Sherlock know as well and then returned the phone and coffee cup to its rightful place.
The warrant cards were another matter and he had a quick look at the records of the owners as well as checking into their movements last night, which was how he came to discover three officers who were operating an illegal betting office in their time off. He spent most of the day sorting that out, which meant he missed Mycroft's assistant (and her glare, so it wasn't a complete tragedy) and John's quick visit (which was a lot more important).
In the end he had to go to Baker Street and John came down to the car, glancing at the Pet in the back seat before shrugging.
"I can't help mate," the Mage of London sounded apologetic, but the effect was ruined by the gleeful flatmate in the window above him, making encouraging signs to Geoff's invisible passenger, "If Mycroft has made an enemy of your Pet, there's not a lot that can be done. Continue to admonish it for taking his phone. If he came and apologised that might appease it, but the odds of that are unlikely. Sherlock texted him to advise that he do so, but you know those two – if one says duck the other will jump up and down."
"Alright," Geoff sighed, "The problem is that it seems to want to help – it brought my attention to three bent coppers today."
"Praise it for that," John recommended, "I'll see what I can do about Mycroft."
Geoff did praise his Pet on the way home, which resulted in some very satisfied purrs. Telling it to let Mycroft alone resulted in a grumble, which meant 'no' according to what Geoff had figured out.
Mycroft held out for a week, which was pretty impressive really. The phone was a constant on Geoff's desk in the morning, although sometimes his umbrella was there as well. Geoff got pretty good at avoiding the assistant – if he was in his office his Pet would grumble a warning and he'd duck out quickly. He had no desire to be glared at, and as Mycroft wasn't trying to get him fired it was apparent that John and Sherlock had at least made it clear what the problem was.
Seeing the dapper man, sans phone and umbrella, in his doorway was a surprise. His Pet was here – it was under his desk, leaning on his shins while he reviewed the morning report – but hadn't seen fit to warn him.
"I believe you have found my phone," Mycroft said for the benefit of Donovan and Anderson, who were earwigging shamelessly to find out who the posh visitor was. Mycroft stepped inside and shut the door, a small look of distaste on his otherwise impassive face. He wasn't happy to be here, but as Pet was calling the shots on this matter, he had no choice. That didn't mean it was going to be a public apology, obviously.
"As for the offence I caused the last time we met, I would like to take this opportunity to apologise," he continued and held out his hand. Geoff stood up and shook it, then passed the phone over politely. His Pet purred, which Geoff took as a good sign.
"Thank you," Geoff replied, though he didn't specify to whom he was speaking, "Sorry for the inconvenience, Mr Holmes."
Mycroft looked like he was holding onto his temper, so Geoff held the door for him before anything could undo the moment. As Sherlock Holmes' elder brother walked away, Geoff wondered what had happened to his umbrella.
End (for now…)
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