Mycroft raised his head weakly as Phoenix looked around. There was a bin – obviously new, sitting on the floor by his bed, almost overflowing with tissues. About five tissue boxes rested on his bedside table too.
She frowned at her boss.
“You’re sick.”
He rolled his eyes at her. “What an astute observation,” he replied, still annoying despite his weakness.
She walked up to him cautiously. “You could have called in sick.”
He winced and looked down. “I couldn’t find my phone.”
She laughed and slid onto the other side of the bed, checking his forehead. “I think you’ve got a fever,” she said with a frown.
He pulled away. “Yes thank you.”
“Maybe you should go to the doctors?”
No response.
“Or ask for one here.”
“No.”
She sighed.
“How did you find me?”
She scoffed. “Wasn’t that hard.”
He looked at her through narrowed eyes. “Evidently not. I have a reputation to uphold, Miss Walker, one that does not involve looking as ordinary as everyone else.”
She patted his forehead absentmindedly. “Well how exactly do you plan on looking after yourself then? Have you eaten?”
He shook his head.
She paused and then gave a grin, jumping off the bed. “I’ll look after you then,” she told him.
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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?
