Two Years Gone

Time

*Mycroft POV*

"Have you heard from him?"

"He's gone."

"He cant be. Not entirely. We...we need to keep looking."

"Mycroft-"

"Keep looking."

"We need to stop, its been four months."

"Then make it five."

"Fine. But we need to stop after that."

"Ill go out there and-"

"You cant go. You need to stay in London. If he is captured, it'll only make things worse for the both of you."

"Then I need your team to find him."

"We're doing everything that we can right now. I cant talk for long, I'm busy."

Irene hangs up a few seconds later, promising to call me next week with an update.

"Myc, love, come lie down."

"Let me finish-"

"Come on, you need sleep."

"We need to-"

"Myc, come lie down. Please."

Greg pulls me out of the kitchen, making me lie down in the bedroom.

"Get some rest. Ill wake you if your mobile goes off, alright?"

I nod, letting Greg cover me up with the comforter and lue down beside me.