2 - The Volunteer.
I dressed in the skirt and top my dad had picked out, but I hid a pair of shorts under the skirt and packed a different shirt in my bag.
I was halway out the door when Sherlock called me back into the entrance.
"Charlie. Do you have something you would like to tell me," he asks with a serious face.
"No, why would I," I protest.
"Take off the shorts and give me the top."
"Why can I never get anything past you!" I start to pull off my shorts and get the shirt out if my bag.
"Because I'm a consulting detective. I figure everything out."
"Here, happy." I hand him the top and the sorts.
"And where is the leather jacket?"
"You never said I had to give it to you."
"Give it, now."
"I hate Mycroft."
I hand him the jacket too, and make it out the door. I can see him smiling at the comment I made about Mycroft as I leave.
A car pulls up and I get in.
-§-
I make it to Mycroft's office building and walk in quietly.
I get to his room. The door is already open. I creep in behind him and scare the wrinkles off of him. I'm laughing my ass off.
"Maybe that will finally help you lose weight," I say between hysterical laughs.
"I see you haven't changed at all Charlie," Mycroft says in a monotone voice.
"If you wanted real help you should have asked someone else."
He rolls his eyes and continues. "Can you go into the room to the right and sort some files alphabetically. Here's a list of ones that need shreaded." He gives me a slip of paper and I head to the other room, but he stops me. "By the way, I see Sherlock is finally dressing you properly."
"Goodbye Mycroft."
-§-
About 2 hours later I'm done sorting and shreading.
"Do you need anything else done," I ask Mycroft as I walk back into his office.
"No, that's all I needed. Do you have anyone to take care of you for the time being," Mycroft asks.
"I texted my boyfriend. We're going out to lunch by my place."
"Are you still dating Asher?"
"Yes, I like living on edge."
I head down some stairs and Asher is already here.
"I'm so happy to see you! Did you grab me some cloths for me," I ask as soon as I make it to the bottom of the stairs.
"Yes, I did. I stopped my your flat. Sherlock didn't seem too happy to see me. Probably interrupted him. He was having a meeting with someone," he answers.
"Well it is greatly appreciated. I'm going to get dressed."
I'm about to give him a hug when my dad and some other guy walks in the building. Really, amazing timing.
I skip the hug and go to the bathroom. Asher had grabbed the outfit I was going to bring with me, but he also got a pair of high tops. He's the best.
I walk out and I see him in the corner, sitting in a chair, being interrogated by my dad. Oh no...
"Hey, dad. We were just heading out to get some lunch at a place by 221B," I say to try to pry my dad away from Asher.
"Ok. Be careful. I have eyes everywhere," Sherlock says to try to scare me, or mostly Asher. He gives him one last long stare.
"There is someone I want you to meet before you leave," Sherlock continues. "This is Richard Brooks."
"Hi, Mr. Brooks. It's nice to meet you. My name is Charlie Holmes," I say to introduce myself. I shake his hand.
"It's nice to meet you too. Please, call me Richard."
I look more closely at him, and he looks familiar. Although it I've never met him
"Is something wrong," Richard asks.
"No...I'm fine. Just a little tired," I answer. "I'm going to get going before the lunch rush."
"Goodbye, Charlie. Be safe," Sherlock says.
"Ok, see you later, dad. Nice meeting you again Richard."
"Nice meeting you too, Charlie," Rihard replies.
That face. Probably just my imagination.