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“So,” Mycroft said, steepling his fingers in front of him as he balanced an elbow on each side of his chair’s arms. This was a completely unexpected situation they had found themselves in, which considering everything they had been through was saying something indeed.
She looked at the diagram she had on an easel in his office, contemplating it. “You know if you seat the Russian ambassador next to Sherlock we’re liable to have World War Three within a matter of hours after the reception.”
“Well, shouldn’t he be at the head table with us anyhow? He is my best man.”
“Yes, but the Queen is still angry with him for arriving in Buckingham Palace in nothing but a sheet and not informing her he was there.”
Mycroft sighed. “And if we seat Her Majesty anywhere else, she’ll be insulted.”
“Exactly.” Anthea studied the diagram and then tilted her head. “Of course, we could arrange for another royal scandal that your brother needs to consult on. You know ever since he and Dr. Hooper started cohabiting he prefers being starkers.”
“Yes, I have seen the camera feeds,” Mycroft said, making a face. He moved his fingers up under his chin. “We could always arrange a visit for Her Majesty to pop into Baker Street unannounced?”
“That has merit,” Anthea said in an approving tone. “She has always wondered where all the magic happens, so to speak.”
“Perfect,” Mycroft said, nodding decisively. “We just need to arrange a romantic interlude between Sherlock and his lover and then discretely arrange for the Queen to drop in for a chat.”
“That’s one thing settled,” Anthea said, moving to him and dropping in his lap. Normally he was one for full propriety in his office but the door was locked and the rest of his staff was under penalty of redaction if they disturbed. “Now, we just need to settle the matter of your parents.”
Mycroft groaned. “Do we have to invite them?”
“Yes,” she said.
He thought for a moment, running a hand up and down her back. “I don’t suppose we know if my mother has brushed up on her Russian lately?”
“We can find out...later,” Anthea said, caressing his face before leaning in to kiss him. Yes, they could. Much later, if he had his way...