After The Fall   von Rose-de-Noire
                       (BBC Sherlock John and the milk)
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                            Kapitel 3: Delivery Boy
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DELIVERY BOY


And the  next flight took him straight to Marrakesh...
Not that he was  about to complaining, this new job brought him some true 
benefits.
Benefits like business class flights to any destination  – think and
unthinkable off, granted tickets for said flights when  ever he needed or wanted
  them, even if it was two hours or – like this flight to Marrakesh – 
twenty minutes before depart; and last, but not least an almost  global alpha
security clearance.
And all this for being a delivery  boy.

And there was his new boss...
His new boss occupied a  minor position in the British government – in other
words: He is  the government.
And right after Sherlock Holmes he was the most  infuriating man in the whole
world.
Infuriating and intriguing,  despicable desirable...
He stopped his train of thoughts right  there and then.
Oh no, no, he surely wouldn't start to muse about  those icy blue eyes – which
always gained some warmth when they  went out for dinner – while going through
a “security control”  which included a full body scan...

He had picked up the usual  bottle, carefully wrapped in a cooling bag, at
Marrakesh; flew  straight back to London and delivered it still fresh, right
after  adding a note – altering his handwriting – to this one.
He  just left Johns new apartment building as a posh, black car pulled up  by
his side, door already halfway open.
He climbed in, grinning  all the while and greeted the umbrella wielding man in
the car: “Hi  Boss! How's the empire?”

Mycroft huffed a breath and smiled  back at Greg: “Hello there Mister
Delivery-Boy, the Queen had a  migraine and the PM a twisted ankle, beside this,
Britain is doing  well!”
They both giggled immature at this and then locked their  eyes together, simply
enjoying the other to be there.
Two hours  later they sat at their usual table in the Ritz, savouring a 
formidable dinner.

He really liked all the points of his new  job. All but one: Not to be able to
affirm to John what the other  only guessed.
Sherlock Holmes was alive.



Roses smalltalk:
I think, there will be two parts more:
One  from Mycrofts point of view and  one from Sherlocks.
I just hope,  it keeps flowing!

>^_^<

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