Meeting between Sherlock and the Doctor is two chapters away. :)


Rose leaned against the desk, as she waited for Mycroft. She needed Dr. Hastings research and she knew he could get it for her because, as Sherlock liked to point out, Mycroft was the British government, which wasn't entirely accurate. A truer statement would be that Mycroft Holmes was beyond the British government since he'd done things that…well, the government wouldn't be entirely happy with, but what they didn't know…

The door opened and the elder Holmes entered the room all expensive suit and straight lace. He glanced from the empty chair to where she stood, leaned back against his desk. His eyes telling her he wasn't entirely pleased they were on the same level.

"Ah, Ms. Tyler. Always a pleasure," he greeted giving her a smile that she returned.

"You can call me Rose. I think we've been over that, yeah?" she asked.

She'd only seen Mycroft twice since she rescued him from Moriarty. Once when he showed up with a case for Sherlock, which the detective hadn't wanted to take…mainly because of his rivalry with his brother, but she managed to talk him into it by commenting that she didn't blame him for turning it down, the case did seem very complicated. To someone like Sherlock's, well, he couldn't resist proving her wrong. The second time had been downtown. One of those accidental run-ins that she was fairly sure wasn't accidental at all.

"Yes…well, perhaps after the wedding?" he teased in that tone that made her wonder if he was teasing.

"You'll come won't you?" she asked, unable to resist.

"Sorry?"

"To the wedding?"

His eyes widened for a moment, making her laugh.

"Very amusing, Ms. Tyler." He was as bad as Queen Victoria. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "How are you and my dear brother getting on these days?"

"You tell me. I know you're still keeping an eye on him."

He leaned back against the desk giving her a smile.

"You seem to be getting on rather well and, to be honest, I find that rather…odd."

"Odd?"

"Yes. I can understand his interest in you. A mysterious woman without a past, alone, with the same thrill for danger, who makes him feel special, but you…compassionate, caring, willing to risk your life not to show off, but to save someone. It doesn't fit."

She knew this was Mycroft's way saying he didn't want his brother to get hurt. John told her about that other woman, Irene Adler, who had used Sherlock in a game of power, a play against Mycroft.

"I'm not her," she said.

"No, you're not, which is why I find the attention you give him quite odd. You know he doesn't care the way other people care."

She didn't want to be having this conversation with Sherlock's brother, but she knew if she wanted his help she had to put up with it.

"But he does care."

"As do you," he replied, gazing at her for a moment before straightening. "But you came here for another reason."

"Yes," she said, taken back by his sudden shift in topic, but grateful for it. "I need you to find anything you can about a Dr. Hastings, particularly any information on his behavior modification research."

"Behavior modification?"

"It's important."

He gave her a concerned quizzical look.

"Once you have the research I'll tell you why I need it," she continued.

"Yes…well…all right," he agreed.

"Thank you."

She left the room before he could start asking questions, questions she didn't want to answer yet. She knew she'd have to tell him eventually, but she was sure the moment she said anything about James he'd be on the phone with his brother which would make things a lot more complicated.


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