A/N: This is the first fanfic I have ever written. And the first bit of writing I have ever published in any way. Very nervous! I would like to see what people think of this, though! I am not British, and this has not been britpicked. Also, I apologize in advance for the possibility of randomly switching tenses. It's a weakness of mine.

Also, I am pretty surprised I haven't seen this crossover before. I do have more chapters to publish if there's any interest, just sort of putting this out there for now.

EDIT: I just realized the 'summary' was totally messed up, but I have since fixed it! This is a short chapter, but is just a bit of a tease. :) Review please if you like!

WARNINGS: Rated M for mentions of drug abuse, brief mentions of rape, and possible scenes of a sexual nature. I haven't gotten that far yet, but just in case!

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock, or Dollhouse. I am just playing in their combined sandboxes.

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Mycroft sighed as he returned to his office. He had seen his brother again and that never went well. And yet this time it was at a crime scene, merely wanting to know his brother was alright. But once seeing him with the indomitable Dr. John Watson, it was easy to see that he had to worry a little less. There was still the troubling matter that his little brother needed someone else who would care for him. Dr. Watson was as straight as his brother, Mycroft knew, so it was possible that he would find someone to love and leave Sherlock to his own devices.

After the scare a few years ago when Sherlock almost overdosed on heroine, Mycroft had taken a special interest in making sure that his brother didn't do something that stupid again. So he had taken to spying on him through CCTV, 'encouraging' druggies and the like not to go near him, and of course encouraging Scotland Yard to let Sherlock help with cases. Naturally, Mycroft also had the occasional case which needed his brother's touch.

He sighed, loosening his tie a little as he moved behind his desk. He was worried for his brother. He was always worried for him. Mycroft knew better than to think he could control everything to keep Sherlock safe, but that didn't make him worry any less. Not that he would let Sherlock see such a weakness. He poured himself two fingers of Scotch, sipping it lightly as he went to his desk and looked over the files there. There was one project that he was recently made aware of that may help him. This particular program had quite helped with the overrun population of criminals. Of course, none of them went into this program without their consent. Mycroft was not the monster that Sherlock sometimes made him out to be.

Perhaps in a few weeks it would be time to make further use of this program in order to introduce someone into his brother's life. Someone who would catch his brother's interest, but would not be do unsavory that the noble Dr. Watson would object to it. In fact, he was planning on doing one young woman quite a favor.

Anthea appeared as she always did when Mycroft needed something. "Sir?" She asks from the door, stepping into the room without looking up from her blackberry, having long since figured out where everything was to keep from bumping into it.

"Ah.. Anthea. Impeccable timing as always." Mycroft says in a soft tone, sitting down in his chair an leaning back. "I need you to contact someone for me.." He says, picking up a certain folder and handing it out toward her.

Anthea stops her texting and shifts her Blackberry to one hand so she can open the folder after taking it, eyebrows going up. "Sir?" She asks questioningly in curious tone, obviously confused.

Mycroft leans his head back in his chair after sipping out of his glass, letting the burn of the alcohol relax him. "Yes. Tell them that I require their services for a very special person.. that if they do not provide this service, then their operation will be completely and utterly decimated as a whole, not just in Great Britain." he says as he watches Anthea coolly.

Anthea considers and she nods. "Yes, sir." She pauses for a few moments. "Are you certain, sir? If he were to find out..."

Mycroft shakes his head. "I am not going to do anything too unsavory. Merely restore a young woman to herself... minus some memories. He will have the choice whether to accept her into his life. I cannot force something like that." He says with a light wave of his hand, a dismissive gesture.

Anthea smiles a little, fondly at her boss, and she nods quietly. "Of course, sir, forgive me." She says as she watches him.

Mycroft nods slowly, watching his faithful PA. "Once we have selected a candidate, we will have to place the appropriate paperwork an funds for her, arrange a few things. This will be a long-term project."

Anthea nods, going back to her blackberry to make notes and send some messages. "Yes, sir." She says, looking down at the tab of the folder, reading the word again, the name of the organization.. 'DOLLHOUSE'.