From desk worker detective to Sergeant at Scotland Yard, Adelaide Gregson has come a long way from her days in Manhattan. When one consulting detective catches her eye, things get complicated. When a case now means life or death, will sentiment prov...
I hadn't seen Sherlock in about three weeks. I had been so caught up at work, since there were no big cases your whole department was drowning in paperwork that you all had been putting off. I had Friday off and I almost forgot about the lunch I had planned with Mycroft. He had picked the restaurant and sent a car to pick me up. I wasn't sure what he wanted to meet about but I was curious. I decided on a professional look: blazer, top, tight slacks, and heels.
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I heard the car pull up as I was making my way down the stairs. I hadn't seen Mrs. Astor all morning, she must have been off at the store. The driver knocked on the door and I answered.
"Adelaide Gregson?" He asked.
"That would be me." I smiled. He opened the car door for me as I locked up my flat. I thanked him and sat down in the back of the sleek black car.
Soon I was at the restaurant and I stepped out of the car. Outside was Mycroft leaning on his umbrella. He smiled when he saw me.
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"Hello Adelaide, it's nice to see you." Mycroft greeted.
"Hello Mycroft, thanks for inviting me."
We walked into the restaurant which was packed, mostly with businessmen. There was a line waiting. We walked up to the host.
"Normal table Mr. Holmes?" He asked, as we skipped the line. Mycroft nodded.
"Thank you Scott." Mycroft said as we were seated at a table.
"How's work been?" He asked.
"Kind of hectic. We're backed up with paperwork we've been putting off." I answered. He nodded.
"You know, I still don't know what you do exactly." I stated.
"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about today. I believe you are overqualified for the job you currently have. I think you'd be a better fit with me." Mycroft said. I was surprised.
"And what exactly would that be." I asked.
"You know I occupy a minor position in the British government." He began.
"Sherlock said you are the British government." I smiled.
"Well, specifically I run MI5, MI6, and the Secret Service. Among other smaller projects." He said calmly.
