A/N: Hey everyone, welcome back. I loved everyone's theories on how Mycroft was injured in Sudan. Some of you were close or had elements that were true, but nobody got it mostly right. I guess that will be a secret between me, Mycroft, A, and Frankie.

I'd like to take this time to thank all of my lovely reviewers: AzrielLolita, capirkl, Miss R. Hood, DamonandElena4ever, Sendai, and onib. Your support means alot to me and keeps me writing when I'm stuck.

Now on with chapter 12.

Disclaimer: I do not own BBC Sherlock, those are the creations of Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss and most importantly Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. It's their sandbox and I'm just playing in it.

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Two weeks after Mycroft got back from Sudan, he and Greg were on his couch having a quiet night in, watching a movie. It had been Greg's turn to pick the movie and he had brought over Die Another Day.

Greg was stretched out on the couch, his head in Mycroft's lap, enjoying the redhead petting his hair without realizing it.

Bond had just lasered a hole in the ice and dived in. Mycroft scoffed.

"What" Greg asked.

"They're blatantly ignoring the laws of nature. If you or I swam through that water we'd die of hypothermia."

"I know, but that's Bond films."

"I wouldn't know, I never really watched them."

Greg made a noise somewhere between a screech and a gasp. Mycroft looked down at him, his eyebrow arched.

"You've never watched a Bond film? Ever?" Greg said in disbelief.

Mycroft shook his head.

"I didn't really watch movies when I was younger; Preferred books."

"Then please tell me you've read the novels."

Mycroft chuckled. "Of course."

"Good, but we seriously need to start your Bond film education."

"So long as you're the one teaching me."

Mycroft leaned down and kissed Greg. They went back to watching the movie.

When Miranda Frost revealed herself to be a double agent it reminded Mycroft of something.

"Gregory, I have a favor to ask of you."

Greg paused the movie and sat up next to Mycroft, giving the redhead his full attention. He knew it must be important for his lover to be asking for help.

"I would normally take care of this on my own but as you know, my ability to do things normally is a bit hindered at the moment" Mycroft paused and looked at Greg. Seeing no pity or judgment from the other man, he continued. "There is a client of mine that needs assistance and you are the only person I trust to accomplish the job."

"Alright My, what can you tell me about this case" Greg's face grew serious. Mycroft smiled. No matter how silly his lover could be, he always knew when to put it aside.

Mycroft leaned forward and picked up a folder marked classified from a pile of them on the coffee table. Greg had gotten used to seeing them all over Mycroft's flat and didn't look in any of them, no matter how curious his mind got. Mycroft handed the folder over to Greg. Greg looked at him, asking one last time for permission with his eyes, before opening the folder and leafing through the contents.

"My client's name is Rosamund Pike, for the past few days she's been getting packages in the mail and inside the packages have been various body parts."

"Hold up, did you say Rosamund Pike, as in that Rosamund Pike" Greg said a bit incredously, pointing at the tv where the movie was paused.

"Yes" Mycroft answered a bit hesitantly. He saw the look in Greg's eyes; the war between fanboying and being serious about the matter.

"Alright, lets hear it."
"How do you know a Bond girl? Is she the only Bond girl you know? Have you met Pierce Brosnan? Have you met Daniel Craig? Wait, wait. Have you met Sean Connery? How many movie stars have you met?" Greg was practically bouncing on the couch, each question was quickly followed by another. When Greg stopped talking, Mycroft paused for a bit, waiting to see if Greg had another question.

"I wouldn't know about other Bond girls, seeing how I haven't seen any of the movies, but I met Rosa at Oxford. If you want to know how many movie stars I've met, that's a very long list. Before you ask I've mostly met them through work."

Greg's curiosity was saited for now, although he'd pester Mycroft about that list later. Greg nodded and went back to reading a report in the folder.

"Each body part has been tested and the DNA doesn't match, so we know that this person has removed them from a different person each time. I'm not optimistic about the people these body parts are from being alive since there hasn't been any people turning up in A&E with missing fingers,ears, or toes."

Greg flipped through the photos. "Have you been able to trace the packages?"

"No, there's no return address and they were mailed from different post boxes throughout London."

Greg shut the folder and set it on the table. "I'd like to interview Miss Pike as soon as possible."

Mycroft smiled. "Is that the Detective or the fanboy talking?"

Greg sighed but smiled at My's question. "The detective, although the fanboy would like to meet her as well."

Mycroft chuckled softly. "We're supposed to go to her place for afternoon tea tomorrow."

"Alright" Greg kissed Mycroft then snuggled into his side and played the rest of the movie.

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I know it's shorter than what I usually post, but the next bit is long and I didn't want to overload you.

So tell me what you think. I want to know.