Eyes On You: The Descent of a Holmes [A Mycroft Holmes Fanfiction]

Chapter 2- Too Positive and Craving Yams

In the morning, almost invisible in the pitch-dark night, Mycroft and Tara ran side by side wearing black running gear, with Whiskey running ahead of them along a dimly lit pathway with a pair of diplomatic security detail running closely behind them, followed by an SUV with bright headlights. Mycroft was holding Whiskey's leash as he ran. They ran at an easy pace down the middle of the quiet tree-lined street, bordered by parked cars. Mycroft ran at a brisk pace. Slowly and steadily, Mycroft increased his pace, and without realizing he had left Tara behind. Tara struggled to catch up with Mycroft, as he ran into the fog with the bloodhound. Tara caught up to Mycroft with great difficulty and stopped Mycroft so she could catch her breath. After a few seconds of rest, they nodded at each other and continued their run.

Inside the house, Tara made two glasses of protein shake for them, as Mycroft filled Whiskey's bowl with water. As they started their morning routine and started getting ready for work, Mycroft noticed how utterly exhausted Tara looked and it was just the beginning of the day. She was usually a lot more energetic even if they had just run five miles.

At the breakfast table, Mycroft and Tara sat in the dining room with plentiful food set in front of them; waffles, fruit, toast, tea, coffee, juice, butter, jam, etc. Tara sat with a cup of coffee, while Mycroft sat having some fruit, toast, and tea for breakfast as he read through a section of the day's newspaper.

Mycroft looked over to Tara and furrowed his brows, 'Aren't you going to eat?' he asked, surprised she wasn't eating her favorite breakfast.

Tara looked up from the other section of the day's newspaper she was reading, and to the plate of waffles topped with raspberries lying untouched in front of her, 'I just don't feel like eating. Probably something I ate yesterday didn't agree with me' she shrugged and went back to her newspaper.

Mycroft half-heartedly nodded as Mrs. Greene entered the dining room, 'Mr. Holmes, Tara, what would you like to have for dinner tonight?' the older woman asked.

Tara hummed in thought and looked up at her, 'How about yams?' she asked and continued to read absent-mindedly.

Mycroft and Mrs. Greene looked at her in surprise, they never ate yams in the Holmes household, 'Yams?' Mrs. Greene asked making sure she was hearing the woman right.

Tara nodded, 'Yup' she popped the 'p' and gave Mycroft the section of the newspaper she was reading and took the section he had been reading.

Mrs. Greene looked at Mycroft with a coy smile, 'I'd have to run by the supermarket but that's not a problem' she said and left.

Mycroft could sense the wheels in Mrs. Greene's old lady brain churning. He looked at Tara with an uncertain expression, as she continued to read the newspaper, wondering how long it would take her to make the simple deduction he had made days ago. One that now even Mrs. Greene had made.

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In the bakery, Grace walked into the walk-in, looking for Tara. She found Tara standing in the freezing walk-in, eating cheesecake with a spoon, right out of the pan. She stood with the walk-in door left ajar and stared at Tara as she ravaged the cheesecake. After about a minute, Tara realized there was an intruder staring at her.

Tara looked up at Grace, 'What?! I didn't have breakfast this morning' she shrugged and continued to eat.

Grace huffed a laugh, 'Oh, no, I eat here all the time. I'm just surprised you're eating in the walk-in' she asked as she came in, rubbing her arms for warmth.

Tara shrugged with a mouth full of cheesecake, 'It's hot out. No matter how low I set the thermostat, I still feel like I'm in a sauna' she said went on destroying the desert.