thegovernmentsassistant:
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While she knew Mycroft couldn’t be cross with her for wanting to have a family, she couldn’t help but feel ill at ease. Even the phrase ‘discussing your terms of employment’ sounded foreboding, regardless of whether or not he had added that it was nothing bad and nothing she had done. Why should…
Mycroft ducked his head as he exited the cheufered car. His hands wound themselves into his coat pockets, the meeting had been to long and he was wondering if it was even worth having this talk with Anthea today. She was mostly likely high strung, and he himself was tired. His eyebrows creased together as he noticed Anthea step out of the car, slowly walking to the adjacent cafe.
Mycroft pushed open the door, talking a seat at one of the innermost tables. “Now, now before we start dear, would you like any kind of beverage. I myself could murder a coffee” he cocked his head to one side, and smiled. Hinting towards the fact that this could not be all doom, and gloom.
To be honest, Anthea had been dreading this discussion all week and really just wanted to get it done and over with. In the past, she had always chosen Mycroft over everyone else but this time…this time she couldn’t. She couldn’t do it to Greg nor could she even so much as entertain the idea of doing such a thing to sweet, innocent little Nolan. It was this nagging fear of a fork in the road that was causing her to be so ill at his.
At Mycroft’s comment, a small smile danced across her lips as she slipped her BlackBerry into the pocket of her blazer for the time being. “Many men have murdered for far less and, when it comes to coffee, I’d say that would be justifiable homicide and only warrant a slap on the wrist,” she replied lightly, noticeably relaxing a just a bit. “I think a nice, soothing cup of chamomile would be better suited for me, however. Shall I place the order for us, sir?” Her head tilted to the right every so slightly, gentle smile still in place, as she studied him. Her boss was always a difficult man to read, but it had never deterred her determination in mastering her techniques.
Mycroft narrowed his eyes, slowing time as it were as he rose from the table, “No, no I’ll place the order dear.” He waved his hand to the barrister before he reached the counter top to place his order. Moments later he returned with his, and Antheas preferred drinks. Heaving a deep sigh, Mycroft re-sat himself down on the chair and took a large swig of coffee, rather uncivilized for him.
“Well dear, I might aswell get to the point” he lifted his head so that he would directly catch her eye, ”I just want you to know that your job could be in jeopardy, with you taking extra hours off, and weekends away. You must understand that in your position, you hardly have the right to do so darling.” he paused, taking a swig of coffee. ”Where as I’m not entirely sure why now of all times you would choose to start a family, what with the Olympics, Diamond Jubilee and Eurocrisis. You’re putting extra strain on yourself-” he blinked his eyes and slipped his hand across the table, clasping hers. “If there’s anything I can do, as a friend, and not your employer please do let me know dear. I’d like to be able to support your family.” he cocked his head to one side, and smiled politely still clutching her hand.
Anthea held his gaze, swallowing rather hard when he told her that her job could be in jeopardy. She loved her job more than anything and would hate to give it up but…it took her a moment to realize that he wasn’t making her choose. He wasn’t giving her an ultimatum. As he grasped her hand, her eyes moved from his and down to their entwined hands, frowning lightly. It was a bit much to process, but it wasn’t long before she spoke again, her eyes raising to meet his once again.
“I…to be honest, I hadn’t exactly planned on starting a family. I’ve always wanted a family, yes, but I had resigned myself to the fact that I preferred my job. I’m not sure if you knew, but with both of my fiances…it came down to a choice between them and you, really. My first, the good one, was offered a job in Ireland but I refused to move and he had already been irritated by the hours I worked. Naturally, we had realized the best course of action would be to part ways. The second one was merely jealous of all the time I spent with you. He was suspicious of the late nights and the sudden trips out of country. Though I’m sure you were already aware of that. The morning you decided something needed to be done about him, he gave me an ultimatum but I went to work anyway.”
She paused and laughed lightly, shaking her head. “Funny how things work, isn’t it? Greg has never once complained about my long hours. He’s been nothing but understanding. I’ve only been taking extra hours off and weekends because I had noticed your preference for Ianto and figured with less work for me to do, I could leave and finish reports at home. I wasn’t exactly needed in the office. As for my getting pregnant…that was hardly planned. If you prefer that I stay at the office longer each day, I’d be more than happy to oblige. Thank you, though, for not making me choose. Not officially anyway.”
A smirk replaced her smile for a moment as her thumb gently caressed the skin of his hand. “Sir, since we’re putting everything out on the table, I have to ask: why do you dote on me so much? Your concern and gifts have far surpassed those of even a friend. You purchased my flat and even my bills are paid for me, even though you pay me more than enough to cover my expenses and then some. For years, I’ve been trying to work out your motives but I seem to come up short each time,” Anthea admitted. The only theory that seemed to fit didn’t make any sense. Surely if that theory were correct, she would have known long before now.
Mycroft leant back into the chair, chuckling lightly. “Accidents happen dear, do they not. But then you could say all things happen for a reason” He grinned as he raised his mug of coffee to his lips once more, lowering the mug he started again “Gregory Lestrade,” he scoffed to himself, “He’s a good man, you’re lucky to have someone like him on your side, as is anyone who makes his acquaintance”
Nervously glancing to the side, Mycroft sucked in a breath as he answered her next question. “I would hardly call it doting, I can do much worse”, mentally giving himself a round of applause for once again avoiding the question that had puzzled various co-workers for several years in only a way Mycroft Holmes could pull off. “I can try harder if you wish” he smirked slightly before noticing her scowl. He sighed, heaving his shoulders. “A fantastic woman such as yourself deserves to be cherished, my dear you are one in a million.”
Anthea’s hand pulled back from his as she frowned, clearly not happy with his answers. He still had yet to give her a proper answer, instead choosing jokes and flattery as a means to brush the matter off. Then there was the way in which he had said Greg’s name. It was quiet, yes, but she had caught it all the same. Perhaps she should try a different approach.
“Greg has his flaws, certainly, but I do agree that he’s a good man. Though…” She paused for a moment and tilted her head, studying him rather intently. “Something tells me you’re not quite happy that I’m with him. I can’t quite put my finger on why. I do have my theories, of course, but I highly doubt they’re of any consequence.”
Folding both of her hands over the table, she leaned forward. “Mycroft, cherishing me would be flowers or a small gift for Christmas or my birthday. Perhaps a small note of thank you after a particularly long and grueling negotiation. As of right now, I’m practically a kept woman and nothing you have said has truly answered my questions about your motives.”
Mycroft narrowed his eyes before raising his coffee to his lips again. This time when he drank though, the taste was bitter and clammy. Realising he’d managed to finish his coffee he set the mug down.
“You suspect jealously? Do you not” Mycroft coughed, and glanced to the side. “You’d be wrong, if you did suspect direct jealousy” Mycroft chuckled, “I do envy you dear, for being able to persevere through it all, being able to start a family, with a respectable man” Mycroft frowned, flexing his fingers slightly feeling vulnerable as he had just emitted some of his inner-most feelings.
“I do fear it is rather late” Mycroft mumbled under his breath, he coughed outwardly before speaking once more “I’ve covered what I wish to say, shall we be off or did I once again drink far too quickly?” he smiled slightly, before his face dropped, glancing down at his hands and the ring on his left ring finger before sighing.
2 weeks ago -
9
ooc: guess who’s back, back again
working on replies, literally so sorry :c
thegovernmentsassistant:
the-interested-party:
thegovernmentsassistant:
the-interested-party:
thegovernmentsassistant:
While she knew Mycroft couldn’t be cross with her for wanting to have a family, she couldn’t help but feel ill at ease. Even the phrase ‘discussing your terms of employment’ sounded foreboding, regardless of whether or not he had added that it was nothing bad and nothing she had done. Why should…
Mycroft ducked his head as he exited the cheufered car. His hands wound themselves into his coat pockets, the meeting had been to long and he was wondering if it was even worth having this talk with Anthea today. She was mostly likely high strung, and he himself was tired. His eyebrows creased together as he noticed Anthea step out of the car, slowly walking to the adjacent cafe.
Mycroft pushed open the door, talking a seat at one of the innermost tables. “Now, now before we start dear, would you like any kind of beverage. I myself could murder a coffee” he cocked his head to one side, and smiled. Hinting towards the fact that this could not be all doom, and gloom.
To be honest, Anthea had been dreading this discussion all week and really just wanted to get it done and over with. In the past, she had always chosen Mycroft over everyone else but this time…this time she couldn’t. She couldn’t do it to Greg nor could she even so much as entertain the idea of doing such a thing to sweet, innocent little Nolan. It was this nagging fear of a fork in the road that was causing her to be so ill at his.
At Mycroft’s comment, a small smile danced across her lips as she slipped her BlackBerry into the pocket of her blazer for the time being. “Many men have murdered for far less and, when it comes to coffee, I’d say that would be justifiable homicide and only warrant a slap on the wrist,” she replied lightly, noticeably relaxing a just a bit. “I think a nice, soothing cup of chamomile would be better suited for me, however. Shall I place the order for us, sir?” Her head tilted to the right every so slightly, gentle smile still in place, as she studied him. Her boss was always a difficult man to read, but it had never deterred her determination in mastering her techniques.
Mycroft narrowed his eyes, slowing time as it were as he rose from the table, “No, no I’ll place the order dear.” He waved his hand to the barrister before he reached the counter top to place his order. Moments later he returned with his, and Antheas preferred drinks. Heaving a deep sigh, Mycroft re-sat himself down on the chair and took a large swig of coffee, rather uncivilized for him.
“Well dear, I might aswell get to the point” he lifted his head so that he would directly catch her eye, ”I just want you to know that your job could be in jeopardy, with you taking extra hours off, and weekends away. You must understand that in your position, you hardly have the right to do so darling.” he paused, taking a swig of coffee. ”Where as I’m not entirely sure why now of all times you would choose to start a family, what with the Olympics, Diamond Jubilee and Eurocrisis. You’re putting extra strain on yourself-” he blinked his eyes and slipped his hand across the table, clasping hers. “If there’s anything I can do, as a friend, and not your employer please do let me know dear. I’d like to be able to support your family.” he cocked his head to one side, and smiled politely still clutching her hand.
Anthea held his gaze, swallowing rather hard when he told her that her job could be in jeopardy. She loved her job more than anything and would hate to give it up but…it took her a moment to realize that he wasn’t making her choose. He wasn’t giving her an ultimatum. As he grasped her hand, her eyes moved from his and down to their entwined hands, frowning lightly. It was a bit much to process, but it wasn’t long before she spoke again, her eyes raising to meet his once again.
“I…to be honest, I hadn’t exactly planned on starting a family. I’ve always wanted a family, yes, but I had resigned myself to the fact that I preferred my job. I’m not sure if you knew, but with both of my fiances…it came down to a choice between them and you, really. My first, the good one, was offered a job in Ireland but I refused to move and he had already been irritated by the hours I worked. Naturally, we had realized the best course of action would be to part ways. The second one was merely jealous of all the time I spent with you. He was suspicious of the late nights and the sudden trips out of country. Though I’m sure you were already aware of that. The morning you decided something needed to be done about him, he gave me an ultimatum but I went to work anyway.”
She paused and laughed lightly, shaking her head. “Funny how things work, isn’t it? Greg has never once complained about my long hours. He’s been nothing but understanding. I’ve only been taking extra hours off and weekends because I had noticed your preference for Ianto and figured with less work for me to do, I could leave and finish reports at home. I wasn’t exactly needed in the office. As for my getting pregnant…that was hardly planned. If you prefer that I stay at the office longer each day, I’d be more than happy to oblige. Thank you, though, for not making me choose. Not officially anyway.”
A smirk replaced her smile for a moment as her thumb gently caressed the skin of his hand. “Sir, since we’re putting everything out on the table, I have to ask: why do you dote on me so much? Your concern and gifts have far surpassed those of even a friend. You purchased my flat and even my bills are paid for me, even though you pay me more than enough to cover my expenses and then some. For years, I’ve been trying to work out your motives but I seem to come up short each time,” Anthea admitted. The only theory that seemed to fit didn’t make any sense. Surely if that theory were correct, she would have known long before now.
Mycroft leant back into the chair, chuckling lightly. “Accidents happen dear, do they not. But then you could say all things happen for a reason” He grinned as he raised his mug of coffee to his lips once more, lowering the mug he started again “Gregory Lestrade,” he scoffed to himself, “He’s a good man, you’re lucky to have someone like him on your side, as is anyone who makes his acquaintance”
Nervously glancing to the side, Mycroft sucked in a breath as he answered her next question. “I would hardly call it doting, I can do much worse”, mentally giving himself a round of applause for once again avoiding the question that had puzzled various co-workers for several years in only a way Mycroft Holmes could pull off. “I can try harder if you wish” he smirked slightly before noticing her scowl. He sighed, heaving his shoulders. “A fantastic woman such as yourself deserves to be cherished, my dear you are one in a million.”
1 month ago -
9
thegovernmentsassistant:
the-interested-party:
thegovernmentsassistant:
While she knew Mycroft couldn’t be cross with her for wanting to have a family, she couldn’t help but feel ill at ease. Even the phrase ‘discussing your terms of employment’ sounded foreboding, regardless of whether or not he had added that it was nothing bad and nothing she had done. Why should…
Mycroft ducked his head as he exited the cheufered car. His hands wound themselves into his coat pockets, the meeting had been to long and he was wondering if it was even worth having this talk with Anthea today. She was mostly likely high strung, and he himself was tired. His eyebrows creased together as he noticed Anthea step out of the car, slowly walking to the adjacent cafe.
Mycroft pushed open the door, talking a seat at one of the innermost tables. “Now, now before we start dear, would you like any kind of beverage. I myself could murder a coffee” he cocked his head to one side, and smiled. Hinting towards the fact that this could not be all doom, and gloom.
To be honest, Anthea had been dreading this discussion all week and really just wanted to get it done and over with. In the past, she had always chosen Mycroft over everyone else but this time…this time she couldn’t. She couldn’t do it to Greg nor could she even so much as entertain the idea of doing such a thing to sweet, innocent little Nolan. It was this nagging fear of a fork in the road that was causing her to be so ill at his.
At Mycroft’s comment, a small smile danced across her lips as she slipped her BlackBerry into the pocket of her blazer for the time being. “Many men have murdered for far less and, when it comes to coffee, I’d say that would be justifiable homicide and only warrant a slap on the wrist,” she replied lightly, noticeably relaxing a just a bit. “I think a nice, soothing cup of chamomile would be better suited for me, however. Shall I place the order for us, sir?” Her head tilted to the right every so slightly, gentle smile still in place, as she studied him. Her boss was always a difficult man to read, but it had never deterred her determination in mastering her techniques.
Mycroft narrowed his eyes, slowing time as it were as he rose from the table, “No, no I’ll place the order dear.” He waved his hand to the barrister before he reached the counter top to place his order. Moments later he returned with his, and Antheas preferred drinks. Heaving a deep sigh, Mycroft re-sat himself down on the chair and took a large swig of coffee, rather uncivilized for him.
“Well dear, I might aswell get to the point” he lifted his head so that he would directly catch her eye, ”I just want you to know that your job could be in jeopardy, with you taking extra hours off, and weekends away. You must understand that in your position, you hardly have the right to do so darling.” he paused, taking a swig of coffee. ”Where as I’m not entirely sure why now of all times you would choose to start a family, what with the Olympics, Diamond Jubilee and Eurocrisis. You’re putting extra strain on yourself-” he blinked his eyes and slipped his hand across the table, clasping hers. “If there’s anything I can do, as a friend, and not your employer please do let me know dear. I’d like to be able to support your family.” he cocked his head to one side, and smiled politely still clutching her hand.
1 month ago -
9
detinspectorlestrade asked: As much as I enjoyed the presence of the younger you, I'm very glad to have you back, Myc. -grins;
Yes, yes I’m sure you are Gregory dear.
thegovernmentsassistant:
While she knew Mycroft couldn’t be cross with her for wanting to have a family, she couldn’t help but feel ill at ease. Even the phrase ‘discussing your terms of employment’ sounded foreboding, regardless of whether or not he had added that it was nothing bad and nothing she had done. Why should…
Mycroft ducked his head as he exited the cheufered car. His hands wound themselves into his coat pockets, the meeting had been to long and he was wondering if it was even worth having this talk with Anthea today. She was mostly likely high strung, and he himself was tired. His eyebrows creased together as he noticed Anthea step out of the car, slowly walking to the adjacent cafe.
Mycroft pushed open the door, talking a seat at one of the innermost tables. “Now, now before we start dear, would you like any kind of beverage. I myself could murder a coffee” he cocked his head to one side, and smiled. Hinting towards the fact that this could not be all doom, and gloom.
1 month ago -
9
thegovernmentsassistant asked: Are we still on for coffee after this meeting, sir? -A
Of course, the second to last speaker should be finishing off soon. MH
