Sherlock Holmes is renowned far and wide for his Mind Palace but Mycroft Holmes is privately known to have a House Of Memories.
Elina Hooper is the twin sister of the sweet pathologist, Molly. French on their mother's side and being both graced wit...
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Only because the funeral of the world renowned Sherlock Holmes was held on such a cloudy day it held no excuse to put off the inevitable.
The following week from the staged suicide meant Elina had to work long hours extracting information from the two snipers Moriarty had on Lestrade and Mrs Hudson and it also meant that she had to contact Mary a few times in order to send information off for Mary to print and place in different areas around Eastern Europe where Moriarty's network was peaked in. Mary was given just the right amount of information and she took it to heart when Elina stated that under no circumstances should she look at the information she was sending her way.
There were three main places Sherlock would have to go in order to delete the existence of criminal network; the Himalayas, New Delhi and Hamburg in Germany. Of course Elina being the absolute doll she was also filed paperwork into a USB for Sherlock that included cold cases just in case he ever got bored or needed a break.
It was almost a few minutes past midnight on the early Monday morning that Mycroft found Elina quietly sitting by her desk in her redecorated office that was practically a box room. There was a rule in government and in turn working for MI figures. The smaller the office the less importance which represented in the person. Elina despised ever needing a big office because to her it meant that people of importance such as Lady Smallwood or even her personal assistant Vivian would choose to come and go as they pleased. Elina wasn't really a people person hence why she kept her friend circle small and her contact with new people at bay unless absolutely needed.
"Little raven, I told you just over three hours ago to go home." Mycroft softly chided fully aware of the fact how hard Elina had been working to make Sherlock's send off and mission work to go as smoothly as possible. Upon getting no response out of the hard working woman, he sighed indignantly, placed his coat and umbrella over the back of the chair and decided to make himself useful by making her a mug of tea before then sitting on the armchair besides her desk to proof read and check over the databases and profiles she had already completed.
They worked in silence for half of the hour before Elina sent the reports off and printed some papers to place in a yellow folder titled as private and confidential. Afterwords, it was only then that she realised she had a mug of cooling tea on her desk and noticed Mycroft sitting in the armchair. "How long have you been here?" She asked clearly baffled at not hearing him come into her quant little office.
Looking up from his laptop, his eyes flickered over her form and his lips drew thin. "When was the last time you slept?" He countered back with a question of his own. "What day is it?"
"Monday." He watched as she seemed to think it over before shrugging nonchalantly. "Haven't slept since Saturday." She answered in short whilst drinking the last of her tea. "That's it. I'm taking you home." He spoke in way that meant no room for questions. However, for obvious reasons, his tone went over Elina's head. "What? No. I've still got to confirm the base for Sherlock and let agents know of -"
