Mycroft and I exited the meeting room and went to my office to drop off my laptop and files, then He guided me out of the building with his hand on my lower back, and I noticed some employees staring at us as we walked out.
Mycroft, being the gentleman that he is, opened the car door for me.
"Where are you taking me for lunch, Mycroft?" I ask after he enters through the other door. He just looked at me and whispered the destination to the driver.
"Where are we going for lunch, Mycroft?" I asked again, crossing my arms and turning to face him.
"I made a reservation at this new restaurant that lady Smallwood told me has good food," he explained.
"Oh is that so, how nice of her to recommend it to you, maybe she's suggesting you take her there for lunch or dinner," I observed his reaction.
"Why would I take her to lunch? If it's for business, I'll go to a better restaurant," he puzzledly asked.
"You're like your brother; both of you can't tell when someone is flirting with you," I said, and he just stared at me, having a realization.
"Y/n M/n Holmes, are you envious?" he smirked.
"I'm not envious of her," I scoffed.
The car came to a stop in front of a restaurant, and before I could open the door, Mycroft had already helped me get out of the car and directed me to the restaurant.
When we walked in, someone had already directed us to a more private section of the restaurant, and Mycroft moved the chair for me to sit in. We then told the waiter our order, and Mycroft requested the best wine they had.
"Let's pick up where we left off, why didn't you inform me about your move to England and why are you suddenly replacing Woodridge as the new director of MI5 something must've happened at S.H.I.E.L.D and your not telling me anything about it," he said.
"ooh, I saw on the menu that they have a chocolate cake, did you order it?" I tried to change the subject, but he just stared at me, crossed his arms, and raised an eyebrow.
"They have lemon tarts as well, let's have that for dessert," I suggested, attempting to avoid the subject. as well as avoiding eye contact
"Y/n, will you stop avoiding the topic and answer me?" Mycroft asked, and our food arrived just in time. When the waiter left, Mycroft rolled his eyes, and I started eating.
"Y/n, stop that! I'm your husband, and you need to tell me what happened, I know something happened at S.H.I.E.L.D, so will you stop avoiding the topic!" He yelled angrily, and I sighed and drank the wine.
"Alright fine, I didn't tell you I was going to England because I wanted to surprise you, but I ran into your brother, Nothing happened at S.H.I.E.L.D, I miss you, that's why I asked Fury to move me here," I explained.
"Can we end this topic and eat lunch and have a conversation that isn't about work?" I asked, and he nodded, but I can tell he is suspicious of my sudden transfer here.
"How are Mummy Holmes and Father?" I inquired, to which he rolled his eyes.
"Why do you have to ask me about them when you already know because you have your weekly calls with them," he said, muttering something under his breath, "didn't even bother to call or text me."
"aw myc, I thought you were busy, that's why I didn't bother calling you, I'm sorry, now stop sulking and give me a kiss," I said, leaning over to kiss him on the lips.
"How did you end up helping sherlock with that case?"Mycroft asked when we break away from the kiss
"it's a funny story, I was on my way to your office with a chocolate cake that I bought but it end up falling on the floor because your brother bump into me and when I shouted at him he stopped abruptly and run towards me faster than the pace was running."I started and I explain to him Sherlock tried to buy anothe cake but it run out apparently the cakes that I bought was the last piece and I told him how Sherlock dragged me toward his flat and informed me about the case he is on
"I don't approve of you helping him on cases but I know me preventing you will be ignored and you will continue on helping him anyway but please Y/n be careful... I worry for the both of you constantly"Mycroft said holding my hand
Timeskip
I'm in my office doing paperwork and signing contracts after my lunch date with Mycroft a few days ago.
Ring, Ring, Ring
I answered the phone without looking at the person on the other end.
"Hello, Y/n L/n speaking," I said as I flipped through the papers about the threat to England.
"Y/n come here to Baker Street, I have a case, and John left to look for work," sherlock said.
"I'm busy sherlock, go on it on your own," I said, and He walked into my office just as I was about to hang up.
"Get out, Sherlock, I'm busy as you can see with all this paperwork," I said, and he stood right in front of my desk.
"It's an interesting case, y/n, and John wouldn't bother leaving his job interview," he mumbled, sitting in front of my desk, arms crossed.
"How did you find out, I work here anyway?" I asked, rolling my eyes.
"Of course, I deduced it," he said in a baritone voice.
"Well, as you can tell, I'm very busy, so go ask someone else," I said, shooing him away with the hand that wasn't holding the folder.
I saw him get up in a huff, complaining about how I wasn't helping him and why John chose to go to that interview.
A few moments later, someone called; I looked up and saw it was Mycroft; I rolled my eyes and answered.
"Hello, what is it?" I asked, annoyed, knowing he'd ask me to accompany Sherlock.
"Will you go to that case Sherlock is on? I can't stand his nonstop texting and him blaming me for your busyness," he asked.
"Why me? just ask his boyfriend not to go to that interview or something, do your British government power thing," I said before hanging up the phone.
Suddenly, my assistant came into my office and informed me that the MI5 threat I'm currently dealing with has been resolved by MI6.
"What?" I exclaimed, staring at the helpless assistant. I took a few moments to gather myself.
"All right, do I have any meetings scheduled for today?" I inquired.
"There is none, boss, your schedule for today is free," they said.
I told them they could go, and sighed in annoyance, knowing it was Mycroft's fault that my schedule had suddenly cleared, I picked up my phone, dialled Sherlock's number, and it rang for a few minutes.
"Hello, Sherlock Holmes," he said with a smirk.
"OK, Sherlock, you won, but where are you?" I grumbled.
"Baker Street," he said before hanging up. I packed my belongings and texted my driver to have the vehicle ready.
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The British Government's Spouse
Fanfiction((DISCONTINUED)) Y/n Holmes, Mycroft Holmes's secret spouse, has just returned from America to be with their husband, but how will they deal with the threat of Moriarty, into which they have been dragged by Sherlock and its never-ending adventure? T...
