The next day, Celina went to the office and saw that Mycroft still not there. It was 9 a.m. "He hasn't arrived yet? Probably he is sleeping like dead at home" Celina looked at her watch and thought. Suddenly, she remembered what happened the previous day and laughed.
"But, why do I think of him? He is not here, I will have more peaceful moments" she smiled.
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Mycroft was in Sherlock's apartment.
He was sitting and thinking about what happened the previous day. "She looks ridiculous. With that kind of sleep, if her house burned down, she also couldn't know" he thought and laughed.
Being absorbed in thought, Mycroft didn't realize that Sherlock was staring at him and was guessing what he was thinking.
"What are you thinking?" Sherlock asked. Mycroft was startled.
"What?" he faltered.
Sherlock stepped back and sat down on his chair. He narrowed his eyes and glanced at Mycroft. After a moment of thinking, he asked "What is your puffer fish doing?"
"Well, now she is dealing with the files I threw to her" he looked at his watch and said.
"Are you thinking about her?"
"What? No" Mycroft faltered.
"If you don't think about her, you have to say How do I know" Sherlock imitated Mycroft's voice.
"I" Mycroft faltered. Sherlock laughed when he looked at Mycroft's faltering face.
"You're melting" Sherlock said and laughed.
"What?" Mycroft winced and said.
"Whether you know it or not, I'm sure you're melting" Sherlock laughed and said in a mocking voice.
"Don't be smart. I'm back my work. Good morning" Mycroft stood up and said.
"Bye and send my regards to her" Sherlock laughed.
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Mycroft came to the office. Anthea came and told he that the meeting was ready. He nodded and headed straight to the meeting room. Anthea followed him.
The meeting had been going on for 1 hour. Celina sat near the meeting room, the door of the meeting room opened and she looked up it.
The reflection image from the door of the meeting room, she saw Mycroft. She put her hand on her chin and looked at him.
"I don't know since when I'm happy when I see him. It's great to see him every day. Oh, he's saying something and smiles. That smile was different with the smiles he used to tease me. I like that smile. People call him the iceman but I feel there is no coldness from him. All I feel is warmth, warm smiles, warm eyes. And of course, it only appears when he looks or smiles at someone who is not me" she smiled and thought. She continued her work.
Sitting in the conference room and listening to John Graves, Mycroft turned and saw the image of Celina reflecting on the door. She was thinking something and was smiling. Mycroft looked at her and thought "She looks beautiful today. Is it because I don't realize that thing or because she's really different today?" Mycroft gave a slightly smiled and turned to concentrate on listening to John.
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A few days later.
"Now I will go to camp with my friends, do you really not want to go with me?" Alicia smiled and asked her sister.
"You know I don't like ACTION activities" Celina said. Alicia laughed.
"Ok, it's late. I 'm outta here!"
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The warmth in The ice (Mycroft Holmes)
Fanfiction"Is she your goldfish?" Sherlock asked. "No. She is more like a puffer fish than a goldfish" Mycroft said. ----- "Let call my name" he hugged her waist and asked her. She raised her eyes without understanding. She smiled and called "Mycroft" He look...
