“Is this seat taken?”
Phoenix had gone for the classic look. The classic ‘I’m frequenter at bars and I will sleep with whoever I choose’ look. Leather jacket, black boots, black hair, green contacts.
Moreau looked up. “Not yet.”
She smiled and slipped into the seat. “Nice accent,” she said, putting on one of her own. “Where are you from?” As if it weren’t obvious.
“France.”
“Really?” she let her tone get wistful. “I’ve always wanted to learn French. But all I can say is please and hello and goodbye. Oh, and I can ask if others speak French but that’s not really…helpful.” She let herself trail off as if she had realised she was babbling.
He gave a kind laugh. “Would you like a drink?”
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The Phoenix - A Sherlock Fanfic
Fanfiction[Sequel to Third Holmes] Mycroft Holmes. Calm, collected, emotionless. At least, that's what they say. But what if there was one woman towards whom he felt...something. And what if she had a secret? What if she was a spy?
