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“I’ll be needing the-“
“I already forwarded you the file, sir. And the rest of the staff has been filled in on the latest,” Anthea stated calmly.
“Ah, excellent. And now that security is restored, I suppose I should be heading-“
“I took the liberty of sending out for dinner. It’ll be waiting for you at home, along with a fresh pot of tea.”
Mycroft smiled. “It seems you’ve thought of everything, as usual.”
Anthea gestured to the waiting car and Mycroft only briefly glanced back at the rest of them before following her to get inside.
Sherlock, Molly, and the Watsons stood nearby, some of them not paying much attention to the elder Holmes and his exit. Molly though, adjusted the shock blanket around her shoulders and nudged Mary.
“Um, I dunno if I’m the only one to ever say this, and maybe it’ll sound crazy…but don’t they seem kind of perfect together? Mycroft and Anthea, I mean.”
Mary snorted. “Please! They’re practically a married couple already! Maybe you’re the first one to say it out loud, but you’re certainly not the first to think it.”
Molly’s eye brightened at hearing she wasn’t alone. “Do you think he’d ever- I mean, would either of them even be interested? And even if they were, I can hardly imagine Mycroft making a move. It took Sherlock years, so I can’t imagine what it’ll take for Mycroft!”
“Oh I’m pretty sure they’re both interested, beneath that all-business exterior they keep all the time. I can spot those sort of things. And I think it could actually happen,” Mary said with a little smirk. “But it’s possible Mycroft needs just a little…push.”
Sherlock turned from his conversation with John. “Why do I keep hearing my brother’s name? What are you two talking about?”
“Oh I think I’ll let Molly fill you,” Mary replied with a little wink, then took John’s hand. “Now that we’re done with the case we’ve got to get home to Rosie and finally let the sitter go, but I definitely think we should continue this conversation soon.”
“I agree!” Molly grinned, leaning on Sherlock’s arm as he frowned in confusion. “I think we’ve got some brainstorming to do!”
“I don’t understand, what is going on?!” Sherlock demanded, his voice rising.
John clapped a hand on his friend’s shoulder as he and Mary began to walk away. “How’s it feel, mate?”