Autumn Leaves
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TamashiroSuzume- You read my mind. That's what I had planned. Though John isn't gonna come in any time soon as this is about a year before John arrives and when Sherlock is still on drugs. Also, glad you liked it! Hope you enjoy this chapter just as much!
Sirei- I actually got that from that story (Name Confused? Confounded?). I read that story in a few hours but the plot bunnies started working right about when I reached around chapters thirty-fifty. I really enjoyed that story. Glad the Cafe idea didn't throw anyone off despite it all. That took some thinking, though the name is still idk (Marauding Marauders Magical Cafe or Magic Marauding Magical Marauder's Cafe or something like that). The twins is not that they're ooc, I just figured they'd want to help make their little sister breakfast and since Molly wouldn't let them into the kitchen at all they were sortof excited I would say. Believe me, there will definitely be trouble, especially because of Sherlock. I'm glad you're enjoying it so far and hope you enjoy this one just as much!
Fire Dolphin- Glad you liked it. You can't wait to see it. I can't wait to write it. And I don't know when or how it will start.
Warning!- Some MyLock angst (I think), Fem!Harry's temper over a certain F-word and other things, an overall bad day and some caring Mycroft.
I'm glad you're all enjoying the story as much as I'm enjoying writing it. I'm actually enjoying that you guys are enjoying it- does that make sense? I hope it does!
Chapter 3- Salted Caramel
It had been a month and a half since Mycroft hired the emerald eyed woman as his PA and so far, it made everything easier for him, and he didn't have to worry about such tedious things as ordering breakfast and picking up coffee. It got to the point where if he didn't drink coffee made by her, he wouldn't drink it and it seemed to amuse the emerald woman.
Britains Big Brother had been reading over his emails when he got the one he had gotten so used to seeing come five am. All of them were ridiculous and depended on the woman's moods or how she felt about that particular day. Of course, today was no different.
Storm. He couldn't help but wonder just why the woman chose that name for the day. No amount of telling the woman to just pick one name changed her mind. What fun is that? She had said and he wondered what fun indeed.
As Mycroft continued reading through his e-mails, one in particular caught his eye from a spy he'd planted in the Taliban.
Planned attack on England- London, though specifics not given.
That simple sentence held such weight on it and it sent Mycroft into Code Black mode. He was instantly dressed and in a car, laptop in hand, phone in ear calling his assistant. As soon as he informed her of the situation, he seemed to hear the woman's switch flip and with clipped goodbye she had hung up on him. Not ten minutes later was he getting out of the car and walking into the building. The urgency in his steps, and the thinning of his lips, as well as the angered look on his face alerted everyone already in the building of a threat. It didn't help that they had seen the same look on the man's PA just minutes before and it sent them into a flurry, sending calls to the Prime Minister and the Ministry of Defence as well as MI6 and informing the other floors. Those that were already in the office called all those that normally arrived at a later hour and went back to their duties, not wanting to risk getting yelled at.
When Mycroft got to his floor, the workers were already standing and awaiting order, quickly giving them their jobs until the threat was taken care of. Quickly he was in his office and not so shocked to see his PA pacing a hole into the floor in a tight, mid thigh, black dress with a grey vest over it, and black five inch heels. Her hair was up in a ponytail for once and straight. Not a word was said between them as he walked past her and onto his desk where there was a tray with breakfast on it and the foam cup he had become used to seeing off to the side.
When he looked up from his wandering of eating the food or not, Mycroft was met with furious emeralds that demanded he ate with a single glare and he could see why she chose the name she did for the day. Nobody was safe today. That was for sure. Not until this threat was taken care of. Figuratively and not.
"What do you have? Information? Location? Times? Groups? How many? Where? When? WHERE?" She questioned in an urgent clipped tone the moment he swallowed the last bite of food on the tray.
"Not much. Different locations. Different groups. Today. Not sure how many or where exactly." Mycroft replied in just as clipped a tone as she and that just caused the woman to continue pacing a whole into his floor. It wasn't until much later, around noon, and burying themselves into conjuring a list of every possible place to be attacked, that they got news.
A group of three was captured and a biochemical weapon, an altered mutant virus. Said weapon was currently under lock as the three were interrogated. By six pm, the three hadn't talked and Mycroft and the interrogators were getting desperate.
Storm, she was already at exploding point. So she went in to deal with them, Mycroft and the other interrogators, as well as the Prime Minister and Heads of MI6 and the Ministry of Defence, watching from the one way glass as she stepped inside and sat down.
The woman started speaking in Arab, slowly, trying to reign in her temper. Oh she tried, but Mycroft, and probably most of the men and women with him, knew it was already to late. The fire had been lit.
"How many of you are there?" She asked, voice clipped and calm and subtly spitting fire.
The three men looked at her.
"You're a woman, why should we inform you of the fights of men?" One asked, the one in the middle, and that caused the explosion. All of them flinch as the barely five foot woman slammed the table separating her and the three men into the far right wall.
"Because I'm the wrong woman to piss off as you can see." She said as she grabbed the man by the neck and hurled him into the flipped table, a minor Crucio placed on him shortly, and it wouldn't be suspicious because he had hit his spinal cord and possibly demanding him paralytic, though the blow to the head should have hurt enough.
She turned to the other two men who looked at her in fear. "How about you two? Feel like talking or do you want to join your friend?"
It was all it took as well as a glare she had learnt from a redhead with five over protective brother for the two men to start talking and pleading and within five minutes, she was walking out, a list in hand and their current locations.
Storm slipped the list to the head of MI6 and walked out. Temper no where near in check.
When Mycroft found her, two hours later, it was in his office and she was curled up on the couch, sleeping and looking very much like a cat.
He didn't bother awakening her and simply went to finish his paperwork. It didn't take long and he was looking at a missed call from a Hospital. He listened to the voice message and was instantly out of his chair. He was almost near the door when he remembered his PA and didn't want to feel all guilty, Mycroft refused to admit he was getting attached to the woman, about leaving her there. So he woke her up and told her to follow him.
Mycroft knew for a fact that his brother had been called out onto a crime scene, and after having Storm check where, they were off, getting there a mere few minutes later.
The kill happened right in the open and thus there was yellow tape and police cars everywhere.
Mycroft got out, with Storm following behind him with a bag of cookies and two foam cups of coffee in hand, so what if he made the driver make a stop at the cafe, it was on the way and god knew they needed it. He walked right up to the yellow tape, where a woman named Sally Donovan stood guard.
"You can't go in there." She said and it took everything in both Mycroft and Storm not to twitch.
Mycroft didn't say a word as he flashed bard to her that had her letting them both through. All movement seemed to stop as the two walked towards the body where one self acclaimed high functioning sociopath squatted looking over the body.
No one spoke and that alone had Sherlock Holmes turning around and facing the bane of his existence and his PA.
"What are you doing here?" The insufferable man said as he deduced his brother and the PA.
"Checking up on you." Mycroft said as a once over told him that no one knew who he was to the other blue eyed man and were curious.
"I don't need you checking my every move. Now go away." Sherlock said as he returned to looking at the body, ignoring the tell-tale signs that his brothers normally ever existing patience was running thin. Very thin.
"Sherlock." The clipped tone and the very well placed anger had Sherlock's back straightening and whirling around to face the older man.
"You've lost your patience. What happened? Who was killed? What do you need me for? Go on! Talk!"
"Now is not the time for your childish mind games, Sherlock. You know i've lost my patience and are trying me. Get into the car, and you'll immediately know." Mycroft billowed and neither man missed the flinch, hidden to all but them, given by the petite woman and Mycroft turned an apologetic look to her before returning his eyes to his brother.
"I don't know who you are or how you got in her, but you can't talk to-" DI Gregory Lestrade shut his mouth when two identical glares fell on him.
"Sherlock, not only are you trying me, but you know that I know what's been going on lately, and unless you want me to make sure you can't get back onto a single crime scene or worse, bring the footage to Mummy, you'll get in the car without fuss and accept the cookies and coffee my PA took the time of making for you." Mycroft said and everyone watched as the younger of the two just stood there, eyes wide. "NOW SHERLOCK!" Mycroft yelled and both aforementioned man and his brother's assistant, as well as about half the people there, flinched at the tone and anger.
"Mummy. He said Mummy." Sally Donovan said and eyes widened. "My god, the Freak has a just as freakish brother." She said and both men as well as everyone on the crime scene froze at her tactlessness.
Mycroft, however was more worried about the word she uttered in front of his PA, knowing how much the petite woman despised it and exploded at the use of said word.
"Sir?" His PA's voice was quiet, almost shy sounding but clearly angry, as she turned large green eyes up at him. "Do you mind holding this for a moment?" Mycroft has no choice to comply and all eyes are quickly following the ebony as she walks straight to Sally and stops in front of her.
A bright, angelic smile overcome her face as she looks up at the slightly older and taller woman. Her words however, don't match her smile. "The next time you so much as think of that word, I will know. The next time you utter that word in my vicinity towards Mycroft and/or Sherlock I will eat you alive. Am I clear?" She says, smile never leaving her.
Sally looks down at the green eyed woman and scoff. Before she can utter a word however, she's grabbed by her collar and pulled down to the woman's eyes, where she finally sees the threat. "Am. I. Understood?"
Storm receives a frantic nod as her answer, and with a scoff she pushes the woman into the concrete and is walking back to her employer and his brother when the man, Anderson she believed, speaks up.
"Marry me." She looks at him and scoffs.
"You're tedious and dull and human and humans are dull tedious creatures. You're also an adulterer. No. Goodbye." And with that, she's joining Mycroft and Sherlock in the town car as Mycroft is finishing explaining what's happening to his brother.
"I like her, brother. Where did you find her? I want one of her." Sherlock says and goes on to try and deduce everything he can.
That day, various people learned to never piss of the British Government's PA. They never realized that it was not even near a third of her temper.
No one but Mycroft that is, and no, he was not admitting that he found it somewhat as attractive as it was terrifying and amusing.
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Well, that's that. It wasn't what I had planned for a little longer but it'll do. No, he's not in love with her... not yet at least, but he can't help finding some things attractive, as would any man. Hope you all enjoyed it!
