Mycroft stepped out of the plane onto the hot and stormy weather that had felt on the Italian capital a few hours earlier. He was one of the last one to disembark the aircraft and the delegation he was escorting was already half their way to the cars that were waiting for them on the tarmac. Trying to get pass the heavy sensation of discomfort he was feeling because of the multiple layers of clothes he was wearing, the auburn quickly joined the convoy and climbed in the second car, the one just before Prince William's.
The visit was planned to last only two days but the elder Holmes was already bored about it, not seeing why his presence beside the Prince was actually relevant and rather sure he would have been at least twice more useful by staying in his Diogene Club's office than by walking six feet behind a member of the Royal family. Adding to that that he wasn't a great lover of hot weather and of endless diplomatic encounter where, and he knew that better than anyone, nothing was ever really discuss, especially with the Royals as they weren't allowed to get involve with politics or to express their personal opinion about the way the Kingdom was run.
Blue lights on and escorted by the Italian police the convoy made his way to the presidential palace on the Quirinale hill, near to the historic centre of Rome, where the president and Prime Minister were awaiting them. The official took advantage of the short ride to send a text to his partner to reassure him that he was safe – omitting to say that he was probably to die of the heat in the next half an hour if he wasn't given anything to drink – and have a look at the final detailed planning of the visit that he had just been handled. Laughing slightly at the prospect of meeting face to face with the Pope, a meeting that was, for an atheist gay man as he was, one of the funniest and oddest thing he would probably experience in his career, he readjusted his tie and prepared to exit the car as soon as the Prince will have shaken hand with the two Italians dignitaries.
As he followed the others inside he remarked that the security was having issues dealing with some journalists that were frustrated not being allowed more images of the visit. Understanding that it was important to set the rules from the beginning and to extinguish the polemic that could arise of such an incomprehension, the elder Holmes dissociated from the delegation and made his way to the side of the steps were the argument was going on.
"What's the problem ?" he enquired, asking the question as much to the security officers than to the journalists.
"Those people are fed up because they don't have more access to the Prince and were trying to follow him inside despite the clear instruction sir." one of the Italian officers replied in quite a good English.
"We've been indicated that we will be able to ask questions to William but we are repressed from approaching him." complained an ITV journalist.
"You will indeed be able to ask him questions during the press conferences after this visit and tomorrow morning after the Vatican's visit and tomorrow afternoon as he will visit the Borghese villa. It's all written down on the program you have been given." the auburn explained patiently despite being quite pissed at those journalists that weren't even able to read a leaflet or that if they were, were still trying to always obtain more.
"I'm sorry but who are you to order us like that ?" a woman from the Daily Mail enquired.
"Mycroft Holmes. And I'm not ordering you Madam, I'm answering to a discontent by précising the program." the official retorted, trying not to sound to bitter. "Now if there is no other questions, will you please excuse me."As the visit was going on, it appeared even clearer that Mycroft presence within the British delegation was nowhere near to be required and while the Prince and the other members of his escort were enjoying a private tour of the coliseum, the auburn had insisted to stay back, supposedly to assure the security of the visit, in reality to contact his assistant in London and continue to run his business. He was discussing the issues concerning the detention of the 74 gang members arrested by Scotland Yard the previous week, before they would be brought to court, when he remarked the Daily Mail journalist that had engaged with him earlier at the presidential palace, wandering around, apparently looking for something. Still taking part in the conversation that was going on at the same time in London, he kept an eye on the young lady, his instinct advising him that there was definitely something odd about her behaviour.
After five more minutes of surveillance he decided to interrupt the call and try to know a bit more about what the journalist was exactly doing, not liking in the slightest her demeanour. As he approached the woman she instantly changed her attitude and tried to act as if she was completely fine and pleased to be there, despite the fact she was as far as possible of all the other journalists, confirming the suspicion the elder Holmes had had over her.
"May I help you ?" he wondered, falsely candidly.
"Mr Holmes, isn't it ?" she tried to smile, quite convincingly, but not convincingly enough to fool the man standing in front of her.
"Yes. Is there anything wrong ? You're quite at the opposite side of where the visit is taking place." he asked, still putting up his candid look.
"Well, no everything is alright don't worry. I just thought my readers would like a little ... perspective and detachment on that subject." she retorted hastily.
"I thought you were eager for any kind of interview with the Prince." remarked the auburn, finding this little game quite amusing actually.
"Yes, but as you said the Prince is not taking any questions before tomorrow's press conference so ..." the young woman responded, rather uneasy.
"So you thought that your readers would love to learn more about Rome's old stones over being reported every move and words of their beloved Prince." Mycroft concluded, retaining a mocking giggle.
"Well ... hmm ... yes." the journalist replied, trying to find a way to escape the situation. "You know, my paper is a serious one and it's readers are interested in a huge range of subjects."
"I would have said it was a tabloid of the worst kind earning its money over people's dramas and mainly false rumours about any kind of public figure you could find but we clearly don't have the same point of view apparently." fake smiled the official.
"I know we may have given this impression in the past but overall we are a serious redaction." retorted the lady.
"That's not exactly what I remember of but if you say so I'll take your words for gospel. Now I strongly advise you to let the old stones' analyses to the historians and to join your colleagues and try to snap the best picture of this postcard visit." the auburn concluded before stepping aside and letting the woman escape.
He never really had appreciated journalists, least then all the tabloids reporters, especially after he had had his name and Greg's spread all over one of the Daily Mail's front page eleven months ago, but this journalist was looking especially unpleasant to him and he decided that he should probably keep an eye on her until the end of the visit, giving in the same time an interest to his presence within the delegation.He actually hadn't had to look too much for her as she managed to place herself at the same table than him on the official diner that was held at the British Embassy on the same evening, making her surveillance way easier and the diner way less pleasant. Thankfully for the elder Holmes, they soon were joined by a couple of Italian MPs who quickly engaged conversation with him, allowing him to pretend not to notice the journalist's numerous attempts to engage conversation.
Anyway as they were reaching the dessert the MPs had disappeared letting the auburn alone with the reporter and an old Italian half-deaf politician, forcing the official to finally answer the lady's question, considering that if he was to rude it would only encourage her to write even more abhorrence about the visit, r even worse, about him.
"So Mr Holmes, what are you doing exactly for the Prince ?" she wondered, looking at him straight in the eyes.
"I'm afraid I can't disclose that to the press." fake-smiled the man, hoping that the Italian MPs were to return quickly even if he didn't had a lot of hope about it.
"Can we pretend I'm not part of the press for five minutes maybe ?" the woman suggested, her eye still fix on her interlocutor who was now trying to figure out what she could possibly want from him to behave like she was.
"No. I'm here on official duties, so are you. You are a journalist, I'm part of the government, that's it, full stop." refused the elder Holmes
"So you are always this serious and professional ? You never allow yourself to go out of the character ?" wondered the journalist, moving her chair slightly closer to Mycroft's for his greatest distaste.
"Outside from my family and friends ? Yes, and especially with so-called journalist from scandalmongers such as the Daily Mail." retorted the auburn, not faking to be polite anymore.
"That's not really kind Mr Holmes. As far as I know I haven't been unpleasant with you." complained the woman as the official stood up from his chair.
"And trying to use me to gain access to the Prince after spreading right bullshits about me and my family not even a year ago, how do you call that ?" snapped Mycroft. "Good evening and I wouldn't be waiting for an accreditation for tomorrow's visits if I was you."
He made his way to the other side of the room before escaping the noise by stepping out to the garden. If he had first been quite offended by the young woman's attitude toward him he was now laughing on his own at the improbability of the situation. It took him nearly five minutes before he was actually able to catch his breath and as he was now in a quiet part of the garden he decided to take the opportunity to call his partner and wish him good night.
As he was telling him about the recent event with the journalist he could hear Gregory laughing genuinely in the living room of his house and thought that if he had achieved to bring his lover a little joy than his day hadn't been totally useless.
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