Sherlocks Secret Escape

Chapter Five A Day With Mycroft Holmes

Clara's POV:

I was about five minutes away from arriving at where Mycroft worked, it would be undercover and protected. I could break in the way that I use too, have a little fun in his office before he comes into work. It would be like a little surprise. He walks in and I'm sat on his chair looking through his little black book again, he keeps all his little 'know it all' notes in it. I remember the last time I read it he tried to kill me, he was shouting at me to put it down. I just ran around the office with Mycroft chasing after me, we did this for about ten minutes before he actually jumped over his desk and pushed me to the ground. It was fun teasing Mycroft, I quote "You are more annoying at times then my little brother and that's saying a lot, you'd understand if you met him." End of quote. Not that I've met Sherlock now though, I haven't known him long but I can see where Mycroft was coming from about his brother.

Once I finished going over old memories of me and Mr Government I had arrived at his little secret office, it was underground and I knew how to sneak inside without anyone hearing and without anyone noticing. However, today I really didn't feel like it especially after my wounds from this morning still hurting me. I figured I had about ten minutes before Mr Government arrived for his days work, more than likely call his brother once in the office. It's a good thing that I kept Mycroft's work I.D. from before when I visited.

I walked up towards the door to the building, so just as quickly as possible I swiped the card and entered the building seeing hardly anyone because it was really early. Normally Mycroft comes in first with some other people with the same authority as him and soon after his little ' work minions' arrive, I call them minions because it suits them doing everything that he says as quickly as possible. I looked at the clock on my phone seeing that I only had five minutes before Mycroft arrived in his office, I rushed past the desks and chairs till I reached the office which was of a "Mr M Holmes". The only people that had access to Mycroft's office was Mycroft (obviously), other people with the same authority as him and his assistant. Well it's a good thing I have the key card then isn't it, I swipe the card and enter the warmth of his office.

I shoved my bag behind the door and sat down in his chair; I stayed in the dark it was peaceful I never really thought about it before, more than likely the reason I like to go running early in the morning. I looked through his draws (with the help of the light off my phone screen), I always looked through his draws it was fun looking through them. However, I knew what I was looking for but he moved it, how could he move it? I looked around the room and saw it on top of a tall cabinet, the scotch and whisky bottles. I rushed over to the bottles and opened the scotch; I loved the scotch he would always get. It was expensive and strong which, round about now with my bullet wounds was just the right thing to drink.

Sitting back in the chair I could hear the voice of Mycroft Holmes coming from the hall, he was talking to someone but I couldn't hear anyone else so he must have been on the phone to someone. He opened the door and hadn't noticed me while he finished his conversation.

"Because you wouldn't of listened if I text. Now hurry up get dressed the police are expecting you." Then he hung up, obviously he was on the phone with his brother. He hung his coat up on the back of the door and then noticed my bag, I could tell just from looking at his back he was confused about the bag.

"Really Mycroft, you cannot even remember the bag that you've seen a million times before." He jumped round, looking at me with mad but also caring eyes.

"How did you? Never mind I have a better question, why are you here?"

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Mycroft POV:

I was sat inside my ever so lovely car that I never drove myself, listening to the sweet classical music that I loved even more when I was interrupted with a text alert from the police station down in Coalville. There had been a very bad murder, not like the assassin case but my brother would be bored doing nothing. Even though we may not be close, he was still my dear brother and I cared. The car pulled up outside the office, I saw a bike that looked very familiar but I needed to call my brother before the day made me forget about it. I emailed the chief Police officer in Coalville, just letting them know I was sending someone to look at the murder.