𝓘'𝓶 𝓪 𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 , 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌

Chapter~6~The Raid

"Are you okay, sir?" Asked the pretty blond agent.

Mycroft Holmes glanced away from where he was looking out the window. "Do I look okay? Yes, I do. Please do not inquire further."

She raised an eyebrow, and collected a stack of papers off the desk. "What has Sherrinford Holmes done?"

"Committed murder... again."

"Who?" the blond answered, standing beside the door.

"Vitaliy Zheroski. A Russian man, he worked in the FBI. But what is unknown to most is that he worked for me. He held vital information, but he was killed before he ever reached us." Mycroft said in a severe voice.

"What was the information?"

Mycroft turned, staring at her in the eye. "The location of five hundred and eighty-two enemy agents within Britain."

The agent pulled a face, before turning to leave. "Good day, sir."

"Good day, Miss Tiffany." He said, sitting down at the desk.  

Maggie McRender watched Sherrinford returning, walking through the snow into the building. She noticed the blank look on his face. So, he had killed. That was when she felt someone standing behind her. Turning swiftly, she saw James Moriarty.

"Oh...sir." She said, and immediately glanced around. She was alone in this room with him. "Can I do something for you?"

"The question is what I can do to you," He said smoothly. "I'm booored."

"Oh," she said, realising she was pressed against the window, and he was stepping closer. "Have you tried shooting targets, or maybe...plotting someone's downfall?" Maggie suggested.

A smile played around Jim's lips. "You are trying to distract me. Please, don't be shy. I'm sure we can enjoy ourselves."

"I'm not sure what you mean," she answered, slipping sideways, walking hurriedly in the opposite direction, thinking desperately for an excuse.

With her back to him, she had not noticed him following her swiftly. His hand touched her wrist, and with his spare hand, he rested it on her waist.

She jerked forward in surprise. "Sir-"

The door opened, and Sherrinford walked through. He stopped in his tracks for a moment, seeing Jim's hand sliding down her side, and the alarm in Maggie's eyes. "I am sorry, am I interrupting something?"

The Irishman rolled his eyes, and his arms fell to his own sides. "Don't be stupid, Holmes."

Sherrinford's eyebrows raised the tiniest bit, and he held out a book to Maggie. "Miss McRender, you left this in my room. I thought I'd better return it."

She grasped it, giving him a small, grateful smile. "Thank you." And Sherrinford knew that she meant for more than just returning the book.

"It was no trouble," he then turned to James. "Sir, the mission was successful."

Jim cocked his head. "As I knew it would be. But...whoops, you didn't dispose of the body!"

"There was not enough time." Sherrinford said simply.

"I don't care about "not enough time"; I want results, not half baked missions. Next time, you do as I ask, do you understand, honey Holmes?"

"Yes, Moriarty," Sherrinford said coolly, as Jim moved past him towards the doorway. "But do not expect too much. You should know I don't like following orders."