Merry Christmas Eve Day everyone!
So, obviously, I'm not doing a Christmas fic this year, but I do plan to post tomorrow. Consider it your Chirstmas gift.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock.
Mycroft stopped by the flat later that night. He found that Kailey had showered, changed, and was now sprawled out on the floor on her stomach. She was reading something on her laptop.
"Hello, Kailey."
Kailey looked over her shoulder. "Hi Mycroft." She turned back to her laptop.
Mycroft walked in. "Already booked your plane ticket, I see."
"Yeah. I leave Wednesday." Kailey turned to look up at Mycroft, who was standing over her. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to wish you well." Mycroft smiled. "And to assure you that you'll be well protected in Rio."
"What d'you mean?"
"You saw a job done by the mob. They'll be after you now."
Kailey stared at him for a minute, and then yelled "Joohhnnn! Mycroft's scarring me again!"
John appeared from seemingly out of nowhere. "Mycroft, I thought I told you to stop doing that."
"I'm just telling her the truth."
John looked down at Kailey. "Don't listen to him," he said, and walked into the kitchen.
Kailey smiled a smug smile and turned her attention back to the contents on her laptop.
Mycroft followed John. "You've become quite attached to her, haven't you?" he asked in a low voice.
"Yeah, you could say that."
Mycroft was silent for a minute. "I wasn't lying when I said she could be next. There is a slim chance–"
"Slim chance," said John, who turned to face Mycroft with a silent challenge. "She'll be fine." He looked over at Kailey on the floor, and went back to making tea.