You sit in the office of the older Holmes, discussing your next mission.

Mycroft pulls out a file containing information pertaining to your next mission, and slides it across his desk to you. He begins to speak of your next target, giving you essential details to their day- to- day life, so you can rid the world of their existence with precision.

You take the file in your hands, holding it as if it were a priceless piece of art. You open it up, seeing a picture of the target, and his information. Mycroft drones on and on about the mission; you nod so he knows that you're still listening.

"Miss (L/N), your wages will increase if you properly assasinate this man. If not, I trust you know what will happen to you. Now, your wages for the last mission," he pulls out a wad of cash, "I trust you'll spend it wisely and not all at once," he hands it to you, "so, be safe,"he says, giving you a fake smile. You fake smile in return.

"So sentimental," you murmur just loud enough so he can hear you. He grimaces.

"Pardon? I don't believe I caught that last part,"he says snarkily. You huff.

"I was only speaking of the target," you say, getting up from your seat. You make your way to the door.

"Have a wonderful day, Mr. Holmes," you say.

And with that, you walk out, bumping into Sherlock along the way.

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Just before you are able to escape Sherlock, he clutches your wrist and pulls you towards him. His eyes rove over you, deducing.

"I know what happened at the restaurant. I was behind you and your friend. That was an amusing exchange. Remind me to get John to buy you and your friend— what was her name—some drinks," Sherlock says, most uncharacteristically.

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"Oh, who are you assassinating?" Sherlock asks, reaching for the file in your right hand. You pull away from him, and shove past him.

"None of your business, Holmes," you say, leaving. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

"Most likely an enemy of mine that Mycroft is trying to protect me from," he says, "so sentimental. So ironic. He doesn't like sentiment, and yet, he's sentimental."