"Look, Andrew stole the missile plans, tried to sell them, got his head smashed in for his troubles, end of story; the only mystery is why my brother is so determined to bore me when someone else is delightfully interesting?" I overheard Sherlock say.
"Remember there's a woman who might die," John said.
"What for? There are hospitals full of dying people, Doctor, why don't you go and cry at their bedside and see what good it does them?" Sherlock, and as a result, I went over to him and hit him in the head, the computer beeped before he could complain, and the results were displayed. Molly then entered.
"Any luck?" she inquired, and then another person entered.
"Oh yes," Sherlock said
"Oh, sorry, I didn't..." the person stammered and remained behind the door.
"Jim, hello! come in! come in!" Molly exclaimed as the man approached us *very well-groomed, tinted eyelashes, signs of taurine cream around the frown lines. has the tired clubber's eyes, it appears that he's gay, but there's something suspicious about him... but I'm not sure what it is*
"Jim, this is Sherlock Holmes," Molly said, and Jim walked over beside her.
"and, er... Sorry," Molly pauses, looking at me and John.
"John Watson, hello," John said, nodding his head.
"Y/n L/n, Hello," I said with a small bow of my head.
"Hi, So you're Sherlock Holmes, Molly told me all about you, are you on one of your cases?" Jim inquired as he approached Sherlock.
"Jim works in IT upstairs, that's how we met. Office romance," Molly explained. Sherlock just focused on the microscope and took one look at Jim and I heard Him say "gay," so I elbowed his side since I was right beside Him.
"Sorry, what?" Molly inquired.
"ow, nothing, Um, Hey," Sherlock said, turning to Jim and pretending to smile, then he turned to me, rubbing his side and glaring at me, and I saw Jim drop a metal disk and apologize as he slip a card under it.
"Well, I better get going," Jim said, informing Molly about dinner and saying goodbye before leaving, and right after he left, my ringtone of AC/DC Shoot to thrill went off, interrupting Sherlock's deduction about Jim, so I excused myself. I went outside to answer the phone call.
"What do you want?" I inquired of the caller.
"Hello to you too L/n," Tony said, I rolled my eyes in annoyance
"Why did you call? It had better be important because I'm very busy," I explained.
"Busy with what?" he asked. "You left S.H.I.E.L.D, which is why I called; why did you leave L/n?"
"That's none of your business; if this is the reason you called, I'd better hang up because I have more important things to do," I said, hanging up before he can reply.
I sighed and as I went inside the laboratory I bump into Molly as she went out angrily, I walked over to sherlock and glared at Him.
"What did you do to the poor girl?" I said interrupting John and Sherlock's conversation
"I was being kind, "Sherlock said nonchalantly, I crossed my arm and glared at Him "Sherlock sometimes it's better for someone to find out about it on their own, you better apologise to her, "I said
"What for? I'm just saving her from wasting her time" Sherlock said, and I scoffed at Him
"and clearly you saw as well that he was gay," Sherlock said crossing his arm and leaning back on the chair
"what do you mean? did they know? do they have the ability too?" John asked confused looking back and forth between Sherlock and I
"yes they can deduce as well," Sherlock said then went on about his deduction about the shoes and because I was annoyed by his antics I left the laboratory and went out and grab a cab to the Diogenes Club
Diogenes Club
I paid the driver and got out of the cab. As I entered, I noticed a few nosy old men watching me from behind their newspapers, but I ignored them and went to the attendant. I wrote down Mycroft's name on a note and gave it to him. The attendant motioned for me to wait while he went behind the stranger's room, where I believe Mycroft is now.
A short while later, the same man left the room with Mycroft, and he opened the door so I could enter. Mycroft then locked the door, moved toward the chairs, and motioned for me to sit down.
"So why are you here, my dear? aren't you supposed to be resting at home? how's your head?" Mycroft poured himself a glass of whisky.
I rubbed my forehead and muttered, "Sherlock called me and told me about the explosion at Baker Street and it wasn't a gas leak."
Mycroft then nodded in response and sat in his seat and sips his whisky and placed it on the side table, I stood up from my seat and went over to Mycroft and sat on his lap, he then wrap his arm around my waist and place a hand on my cheek, I tuck my head under his neck and breath in his scent
"If you were with him, my dear, why are you suddenly here, aren't you supposed to be helping him?" Mycroft asked, softly caressing my cheek.
"Your brother is a jerk to a poor girl, and I believe he can solve it on his own," I muttered, fluttering my eyes closed, enjoying his touch as I heard him hum in acknowledgement of what I said...
I don't know how long we were in that position or when I dozed of to sleep,I just woke up to Mycroft waking me up "darling wake up, Dr Watson is here to get information about the bruce partington plans, wake up love" Mycroft said rubbing my arm gently to wake me up, I sat up and rubbed the sleep of my eyes, I look at Mycroft and pecked him on the lips and got off lap and straightened my outfit and I went to the bathroom
When I emerged from the restroom a short while later, Mycroft was gone. I assumed he had gone to the office to speak with John. I gathered my belongings and went to Mycroft's office.
I knocked on the door but entered without waiting for a response. When I entered, I noticed Mycroft perched over his desk, looking at me in annoyance. John gave me a tight-lipped smile. I smiled back and moved to Mycroft's side, gesturing for them to continue their conversation.
Mycroft and John talked about how Andrew came to have a brain injury on the tracks at Battersea without using his oyster card, him not having a train ticket on him, and John lying about Sherlock investigating it without realizing that Mycroft could see through his lies.
John asked me to speak with him outside the office after their conversation.
I leaned on the door and asked, "What do you want to talk about John?"
He rubbed his hands together and asked, nodding his head toward the door, "did you think he believed what I said?"
I laughed at his question and nodded my head no and gave him a lipped-tigh smile,"your bad at this aren't you? you can never lie to a Holmes John, they can always deduce the truth"I said patting his shoulder
John asked, "Are you returning to the flat with me? Sherlock told me to tell you to come with, I think he's up to something."
I responded, "sure, give me a moment, and I'll just say goodbye to Mycroft," and then I entered the office.
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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...
