No one knew where Mycroft lived. There was an almost taboo around it. He practically lived at the office. Phoenix had never even thought about his house, surprisingly. It was that aura he gave off that made him seem…like him that never made her think of it. She logged on to her laptop and logged into the work database. Search: Mycroft Holmes. She had to break a few firewalls and things to get into his account, but that was a skill she had learnt long ago.
She briefly skimmed his profile and scowled in annoyance. There was nothing. Of course there was nothing – Mycroft was an uptight arse. Bloody hell how was she supposed to find him now?
She sighed and relaxed, opening a tab and going to the CollegeHumor website and playing the Hardly Working playlist. Good to have a bunch of meaningless sketches in the background while she thought. Took away some of the stress.
A/N: Sorry for the random cultural references, but I actually am listening to Hardly Working stuff now as I write so....
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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?
