Try Not to Bleed Out... (Reader x Mycroft Holmes)

Im sorry !

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The car had almost been suffocating with the all the silence. Luckily you were saved by your phone vibrating.

-get your folder from the waiter named Morgan. I know you won't disappoint,(y/n) . [P.M]
-of course sir [(y/f/n).W]

-update ? [S.H]
-awkward asf, I told you this was a bad idea. Gtg bye ttyl! [(y/f/n).W]

Arriving with a minute to spare, you give your greetings to everyone and start searching for Morgan. After receiving the file you head back over to Mycroft, hoping it will help with your anxiety.

"So what's the objective?assassination?" He guesses after seeing you finish. " Something along those lines. I have roughly half an hour before he is predicted to arrive. I also have to go greet some supervisors," you reply but your eyes are wandering around. ' There are so many people here, the last thing I need is a panic attack.' " Well then," he offers his hand,"shall we ?" 'Such a gentlemen . Yet another thing about him that puts him out of my league.'

Linking arms with him you both head through the main hall." Hi, is it possible to get a photo of you two ? I'd love to have you as the couple of the month, due to your co-ordinated outfits?" a photographer asks . Before you could form an answer Mycroft replies, " okay but make it quick." Then proceeds to pull you closer and securing an arm around your waist he tilts in. At this gesture you can't help but blush profusely. Then there is a flash and you feel him nudging you to the stair way.

*time skip*

" There he is. I better get going," you says to Mycroft, who nods in the direction of the door. "Thank you," you say, bowing to him before leaving.

"Mr Daymen, it's a pleasure to meet you," you politely fake a smile while bowing slightly." The pleasure is all mine gorgeous," he smiles while looking you up and down.

*time skip*

After a lot of flirting back and fourth, you finally convince him to take you to the roof top so that you could have a chat with him .' God I can't wait for this to be over already.' You thank him and walk through the door and to the ledge. He wraps his arms around your waist and you lean back into his chest.

"So where do  you work?" You turn slightly into him so you can check for the signs. " Ahh, I'm just an office worker but I make a lot of money," he says to you winking. 'Lies. Oh this is going to be interesting.' "Oh ? I thought you were an agent or something exciting like that. Still smart is the new sexy right ?" You say as you run a hand down his chest absentmindedly.

Looking up into his eyes," do you wear contacts ?" You ask as you tilt your head, holding to distract him.
"No, why?" He tilts his head smirking. " I'm just surprised you chose me, after all you're so perfect."
" Well my dear, you must need contacts or glasses yourself because you are perfect too," he intersects smoothly while running a hand up your arm and through your hair.

You walk over to the door and twist to face him," Now how about we have a little fun?" Then you lock the door and swing your hips as you walk back to him.You push him into the rail with a gun pressed to his chest. " You know lying never looks good on anyone so don't to lie to me. I know you work for an outside intel and are trying to spy on government activities. I also know your dumb ass didn't come prepared as you're unarmed. Now tell me who you work for and I'll think about sparing you."
" I would die before telling you anything." You smirk at the all to familiar comment,' we'll see.'

"What gave me away ?" He tries to distract you to move away. " You don't even know who you work for , do you ?Yet you continue to murder innocent people. You make me sick! " You grab his wrist and push him to the edge, he fights back and due to your injuries you get shoved back. You round house kick him and put your gun away.

With all your might you shove him over the loose ledge. You unlock the door, walk down the stairs then over to Morgan and take a glass of champagne , nod at him then head off through the hall. Where you bump into Lestrade ,quite literally . Causing your beautiful dress to become drenched in champagne," oh my god (y/n) I'm so sorry !" He half yells with panic.

Looking around for a towel or something to fix his mistakes. You ignore that gesture however and feel anger in the pit of your stomach," I thought you were on a date ?" You stated rudely at him.
" No, but we could certainly make it one . I know a place-"
" Unfortunately she won't be going. Maybe some other time Greg, however we must be leaving." He turns to you," I have a meeting to attend to," Mycroft looks unimpressed after interjecting Greg's flirting.

' Ahha it's almost as if he's jealous ? But that's not possible.' Placing his hand on the small of your back and guiding you to the car you arrived in. ' Better text my boss.'

-Objective complete, off rails.. Self defence. He knew nothing. I suspected as much. There seems to be a middle man involved in all this. [(y/f/n).W]
-affirmative. You may retire for the night. I'll send others to finish the rest off . [P.M]

"Sorry about that," Mycroft open the door for you. 'Holy shit. Mycroft just apologised !?' " Thank You," you reply simply and waiting until the ride to expand," for everything." You turned to him and smiled sincerely . He looks into your eyes before replying," it is no problem. We'll stop off at my house so you can wash the dress before it gets stained. His gaze falls to your soaked front of the dress before looking back into your eyes. " You can wear my clothes in the mean time while you wait."

'Am I really that unappealing to him? Why is he being so nice ? Did Sherlock threaten him or some thing ?' Without realising it you're face had contorted  to confusion, then pain . ' Not now depression please ! Oh no. Shit I'm gonna start crying. No (y/n) , you can do this ! You're better and stronger than it! It's all in your head.'

You look out the window to avoid Mycroft potentially seeing you cry.

*[p.o.v change]*
You're so busy trying to hide it , you miss his face and sigh. He knows you still want to end everything and it hurts him. It also hurts to know that you still self harm, but at least it's not as deep this time around and just hopes she'll get better after the meditation and therapy.

[normal p.o.v]

If you thought it couldn't get worse, your anxiety decided to play up too. This was defiantly not going unnoticed by your companion. You hear him sigh and place his jacket around your shoulders," you should have brought a jacket." 'Obviously he must have mistaken your shaking for being cold?' You wonder.