Mrs Hudson Versus Mycroft
Disclaimer: Full of colloquialisms and other such shenanigans that make as much sense as government cheese
Prompts: mrspencil - invitation to a ball; W.Y. Traveller - Doll; W.Y. Traveller - Mrs. Hudson pays a visit to Mycroft Holmes
Mycroft Holmes sat down slowly with a gentle sigh, setting his glass of sherry down with a faint tremor. He felt as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. He smoothed out the papers on his desk and straightened the stacks. Finally he started to feel his heart rate slow to normal. Mrs Hudson was a force of nature he had not anticipated.
"Mr Holmes, I am telling you, that younger brother of yours is attending the Porcelain China Doll ballroom dance and he needs your help. I know he won't ask, but without the assistance only you can provide, he and Watson are in grave danger."
"But, Mrs Hudson, I'm sure Scotland Yard will have their men on guard at the ballroom to forestall any danger."
"You know, yourself, that the China Doll Gang Sherlock Holmes is investigating will be no match for Scotland Yard. Their agents will stick a knife through his heart quicker than two shakes of a lamb's tail if they suspect him." She glared up at Mycroft with an accusing finger. It didn't take a genius for the elder Holmes' brother to know that saying no to Mrs Hudson would go over like a lead balloon.
"I will see what I can do," he acquiesced.
"I will expect nothing less than your best agents," Mrs Hudson gathered up her purse and turned to leave. "If not, I will be madder than a mosquito in a mannequin shop."
Mycroft merely raised an eyebrow of understanding.