Author's Note: Over 100 reviews! Only a few chapters after we celebrated 50 are we celebrating 100! Wow! Guys! Thank you SO MUCH! This is amazing and stunning. I'm so glad you guys give the wonderful reviews that you do and you are all enjoying this so much! I'd like to take a moment and say that review 100 was Aroochick who is a regular reviewer and always leaves such lovely long reviews. So thank you so much :). Anyway after the seriousness that was last chapter this one's a tad more light hearted… I hope you all enjoy this as much as the other chapters! Read, review, but most importantly; enjoy!

Disclaimer: Clearly I don't own Sherlock. The show is the baby of Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss, while Sherlock Holmes itself is the creation of Arthur Conan Doyle.

First Met Jamie

"Oh that's just great!" Jamie shrieked, flapping her hands to her side, white high heels being held sloppily in one of them. "Where are we?" She was close to crying and probably would any second now. Anthea, with one eye shut to try and focus, looked up and down the dark street trying to find any type of landmark she could recognise. Turning around to look at her blonde best friend Anthea shrugged largely, almost tripping over as she did.

"No idea." She sighed, looking up and down the street once more. "How can you have left your bag in their car, Jamie?" Anthea asked, rubbing her eyes to try once more to focus. Her makeup probably looked like a raccoon now. Oh well.

"How can you not even bring a bag, Alice?" Jamie half shrieked half cried as she plopped down on the sidewalk. Anthea turned around to face her.

"I told you! I have confidential stuff in my wallet and phone. I can't have that junk go missing. The whole world would be in danger." She huffed and sat next to Jamie on the sidewalk. The blonde gave the brunette and incredulous stare for a good minute before a hand went through her mattered hair.

"What do you do!?" At least she wasn't crying now.

"I told you, I work for a minor government official!" Anthea sighed, shaking her head. Jamie sighed heavily, placing her elbows on her knees and resting her head in her palms.

"What are we going to do?" She cried.

Jamie was in London and staying at Anthea's for a little over a week. Tomorrow, Sunday, being the only day Anthea didn't at least have to pop into work in the morning they'd decided to go out like they always did when visiting one another. Tonight they had decided to play a game they used to always play when they were just of age simply called getting drunk for free. It required going up to men, and occasionally women, who were clearly attracted to you and getting them to buy drinks for you. The aim of the game was simple, don't spend your money, and since Anthea didn't feel comfortable bringing out her phone when she was in a venerable state she had left her items at home. Jamie had done Anthea the honour of accepting a ride home from three very attractive but very much unknown men. It wasn't long for Anthea to realise that they were heading in the wrong direction – the fact that she no longer recognised her surroundings – and that one of the men wouldn't get off Jamie. It was as soon as a hand was on Anthea's thigh was there a first in one of their faces. That's when they found themselves kicked out of the car – Jamie leaving her bag, wallet and phone and all, in there with them. She was going to have to cancel everything in the morning and/or call the police. In fact, she might have to wait until Monday for the banks to be open. Fantastic. Maybe Anthea could call in a favour or two.

Anthea sat next to Jamie staring up at the nearest CCTV camera. What were they going to do?

"We could find a payphone and call a taxi." Jamie mumbled, wiping a tear from her eyes and smearing mascara onto her hands in the process.

"We don't have any money, you dolt." Anthea lightly slapped the girl with the back of her hand on her friend's arm.

"I don't know! I'm trying!" She tapped Anthea back. "Reverse the charges." Anthea sighed in exasperation.

"The taxi company wouldn't accept a collect call." Anthea pulled her knees up and rested her head on them. A few seconds later she felt Jamie rest her head on Anthea's shoulder. How they would look now, all dishevelled and huddled up practically in a ball.

"Your lawyer would accept the call." Anthea rolled her dark eyes. How had that nickname/description caught on? She doubted Tim's friends called her 'the assistant'.

"How would he find us?" She sighed, eyes still on the CCTV camera. That's it! Anthea shot up, scrambling to her feet and sending Jamie falling onto her side.

"Hey!" Her friend complained, sitting up and rubbing the side of her head that had hit the concrete.

"What was that for?"

"My boss!" Anthea called out. She held out her hands for Jamie to take hold of. Jamie suspiciously accepted Anthea's help to get to her feet and pulled her short pink dress down to cover her underwear.

"Creepy smart guy?" Jamie sounded very bewildered, Anthea could see her brain ticking trying to connect the dots. Anthea jumped up on the spot and pointed to the CCTV camera as if it were completely obvious.

"He'll accept the call and he can find us?" She could barely contain the excitement of coming up with a fantastic solution. Jamie blinked, staring at the CCTV camera and still desperately trying to connect the dots. When enough had connected the girl all but crumpled over, hands on her face.

"Who do you work for!?" She yelled.

"I told you!" Anthea laughed, taking her best friends hand and ran down the street in search of a payphone.

"Wait, my heels!" She heard Jamie cry and felt the girl tug against her grip. She tore herself free, picked up her heels, walked back over to Anthea and took her hand again as they both started running for a phone booth. When they reached the phone booth Anthea opened it and went to step inside only to be violently tugged back by her friend. "Wait! You can't leave me out here! Let me come in with you!" After regaining her already shaky balance Anthea pulled her arm back.

"No! You can't come in here with me!" She frowned, rubbing her freed hand. "What do you think is going to happen? You'll get mugged for your shoes?" Jamie pouted and stomped her barefoot causing Anthea to smile at the stupid childish image.

"I'm scared, okay!" She whined. Anthea rolled her eyes and huffed loudly.

"I'll keep an eye on you, okay?" She stepped into the booth and closed the door. Picking up the phone and dialling Anthea turned to face Jamie making a point of widening her eyes as she stared at her. Jamie pulled a scowl but then sweetened her face and blew Anthea a kiss. Momentarily distracted Anthea was put off when the phone was suddenly asking for her name to give for the collect call. "Oh um… Anth…lice…." She paused, blanking on her actual last name as she stared at Jamie searchingly. The blonde frowned and shrugged at Anthea, not understanding. What was her freaking last name again? All she could think about was James, that's practically her name now, Miss James. If she were sober she could remember. "Clarke! Yeah, Clarke." The phone rung for a few counts before she was greeted by a god sent of a lyric – yet groggy – voice.

"Anthea, do you have any idea what time it is?" Mr. Holmes practically moaned. She had never been so happy to hear her boss' voice. Anthea beaming at the voice and gave Jamie a thumbs up to say that she got through. "Judging by that pathetic attempt to give your name you either have no idea or don't care." Anthea shrugged to herself shyly as if he could see it.

"Sorry, sir. No clue, sir." She accidentally giggled at the end earning another groan, this time of derision.

"What do you want, Anthea?" He was irritated but she couldn't bring herself to be too concerned. Taking a deep breath Anthea readied herself to reply.

"We're stuck." She huffed. There was a pause on the other end of the phone.

"What?"

"My friends Jamie and I, we're lost and stranded and can't get home. No money, no phone. No idea where we are. Stuck." Anthea was talking very slowly and carefully to avoid slurring and stumbling over her words. She was somewhat successful. She could imagine the look on Mycroft's face.

"And you're calling me because? Don't you have a partner to bother?" Anthea found herself shrugging again and turning away from Jamie to learn against the phone booth.

"Because I left my bag at home to avoid having it stolen. Jamie's was accidentally stolen by possible kidnappers and you're the only person who can help." She sighed. "What am I going to do with a lawyer? Sue the taxis for not giving me a free ride?" A long pause. She turned back to look at Jamie and sighed. "Sir, we just need to know where we are and a way to get home. I can see a CCTV camera. Can you please find out where we are and send a car to pick us up? Please." Silence once again that was eventually followed by another groan.

"Wait there. For God's sake don't go anywhere." Anthea jumped with excitement, giving Jamie a thumbs up. The blonde started jumping up and down and clapping before her lack of balance got the better of her and she almost tripped over.

"Yes, sir! Thank you, sir! Sorry, sir!"

Beep. Beep. Beep.

When the black car pulled up in front of them the girls, who had previously been sitting on the curb, had jumped up in anticipation. When the car turned off and out came Mycroft Holmes dressed in a white dress shirt and slacks Anthea got over excited, running over to him.

"Mr. Holmes!" She practically yelled, coming to a stop just before him. "Sir, you didn't have to come yourself." Steel blue eyes took Anthea in very slowly, paying close attention to her mannerisms, obviously making notes on how intoxicated she was.

"I wasn't going to call a driver for your personal stupidity, Alice." Jamie, having chased after Anthea, heels still in hand, came to a stop next to her friends. She took a moment to balance herself.

"Wow," She breathed. "You're right, he has super pretty eyes." This earned her a blink and a light whack on the chest from Anthea and a lifted eyebrow and a look of disdain from Mycroft.

"Jamie Thompson, this is Mycroft Holmes." Anthea mumbled angrily.

"Oh thank God you said his name. I was worried I was going to have to call him creepy smart guy." Mycroft's eyes snapped to Anthea who then groaned and rubbed her temples.

"Jamie!" She moaned. "Really?" She was going to get asked about that later, she could feel it.

"Anyway, hi!" The blonde chirped happily and obliviously. Mycroft observed the girl, an eyebrow raised and a sneer peeking out under his polite mask.

"Yes, hello." He spoke quietly and his voice oozed of derision. After recovering from the mess that was Jamie, Mr. Holmes' attention flickered back over to his personal assistant. "You mumbled something about an attempted kidnapping, though I have a feeling you were being dramatic. Are you alright?" Anthea smiled and nodded.

"Yes, sir, fine, sir." She tried her best to use her professional tone. She was probably failing by the way he was looking at her, like he wanted to keep a distance.

"Oh man!" Jamie jumped in. "So we we're playing this game where we make people buy us drinks. You know, like a free night out. But like Alice didn't bring anything 'cause she was all like 'Nah, my boss would kill me if I lost this' and I didn't bring money." Both Mycroft and Anthea stood by stone-faced as Jamie went on her little rant complete with hand gestures and facial expressions. "So we accepted this ride home from these guys. They were nice enough but then they were taking us the wrong way and totally trying to feel me up. So Alice was all like 'This isn't the way' and one of the dudes was like 'Nah, it is' and puts his hand super high up her thigh its actually disgusting and she just like punches him out! It was awesome. We got kicked out and now my bag is gone and I'm going to have to cancel everything and get a new phone and…" She huffed and shrugged. "That's what happened." After a brief moment of silence followed by a few blinks, Mycroft nodded.

"Yes, thank you, Miss Thompson, that was… enlightening." He turned on his heels and began walking towards the car. "Let's get you home then, so I may get back to sleep."

Once they arrived at the apartment complex Mycroft got out of the car to make sure both ladies, who were sobering up slightly by this point, managed to get out on their feet safely. He stayed at the car as the two girls walked up to the building. Halfway to the door Jamie dropped her shoes, face bright with thought, turn around and began running to Mycroft. Once she reached him she pulled him into a forceful hug. Mycroft flinched, hands being held to his side, Anthea could be heard gasping.

"What are you doing?" Anthea yelled. "You don't touch him! No one ever touches him!"

"Thank you for looking after Alice for me." Jamie whispered. "She loves work and I haven't seen her so happy in a lifetime." With that Jamie let go. She walked backwards a few steps, smiling at Mr. Holmes, before turning around and running back to Anthea who was in utter shock. Mycroft frowned and blinked, taking a moment to process what happened. A slight shake of the head and he headed back to the car.

"Whoever's ringing your doorbell this early on a Sunday morning, Alice, better have a good excuse, otherwise I'm going to freaking kill them!" Jamie who was sitting at the kitchen bench, bleached blonde hair a mess and her head resting in her palms, was not feeling too well this morning. Anthea, in flannel pyjama bottoms and her favoured band tee scoffed and rolled her eyes, walking to the door.

"Calm down, Jamie. It's probably no one." She opened the door to reveal Mr. Holmes with a smug look on his face, eyebrow cocked, and confident smile.

"I'd hardly say it's no one when they've gone to all the trouble to find your belongings for you." He held out a small black purse out, dangling on one finger. A small smile playing on her lips Anthea stepped out of view so Jamie could see.

"Jamie, look what Mr. Holmes was nice enough to do." Jamie's face lit up as she jumped to her feet, rushed over and snatched her bag.

"Who are you people?" She almost yelled as she ripped open her bag to check her belongings. Mycroft and Anthea shared a look, Anthea smiling and rolling her eyes.

"I believe 'thank you' is the appropriate answer, Miss Thompson." Mr. Holmes' superior tone front and centre where it belong.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. Yeah, thank you." She clutched the bag to her chest and practically bowed. "But seriously, I don't know how you do this stuff." She mumbled, walking back to her seat and checking her phone.

"Thank you, sir." Anthea titled her head to the side as she spoke. "You absolutely did not have to do that." Mycroft raised his eyebrows and looked down at Anthea.

"Really, my dear, I shouldn't have been asked to do any of that. It's highly unprofessional." Closing her eyes, Anthea nodded.

"Yes, I know, sir. I'm sorry. I was not thinking straight."

"No, I think you made a good decision based on your situation. The fact that you can find a solution in such a state is a nice thing to know. However, do not get yourself in that situation again. Leaving home penniless? Come now, my dear, that is completely idiotic." Anthea sniffed, a noise they both knew to be close enough to a laugh.

"Thank you, sir. It won't happen again. Enjoy your weekend." She smiled lightly and was rewarded with a smile in return.

"See you tomorrow, my dear." Anthea closed the door and turned around to see Jamie looking at her with a look of disgust on her face. Anthea leaned on her front door and crossed her arms across her chest.

"What?" She laughed. Sitting up in her chair, pulling a superior face, Jamie did her best to put on a Mycroft Holmes impression.

"See you tomorrow, my dear." She mocked, looking down her nose at Anthea. Laughing at the actual impression, Anthea shook her head.

"Don't make fun of him, he was trying super hard to be semi polite with you. He's not usually that good with happy-go-lucky and I'm surprised you didn't kill him last night with your chatter." Jamie shrugged and pouted.

"I know that." She mumbled. "I'm just saying, why am I Miss Thompson and you're 'my dear'?"

"You did hug him. I warned you not to touch him. Everyone's so frightened of him to even go near him that he's skittish about physical contact. That could have led to your death." Both girls laughed heartedly before returning to bemoaning their hangovers and swearing never to go out again.

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