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83.33% The Tenant of 221C / Chapter 5: First Meeting

Capítulo 5: First Meeting

When Christine was free, she had always preferred to sleep in. When she woke up, the sun was shining brightly.

She made her preparation for the day; getting changed into casual clothes, not forgetting to wrap the sapphire scarf around her neck. Christine observed her reflection on the mirror and tied her hair back into a ponytail. After all, there were no longer just Mrs. Hudson and herself living at 221 Baker Street. And Furthermore, a man with ridiculously and annoying sharp eyes.

Christine opened the door of 221C, thinking if she should make breakfast herself, or ask Mrs. Hudson. Mrs. Hudson appeared from her room with a silver plate. On top of that were two fine china cups and a pot of freshly made tea. Obliviously, they had guests upstairs, two of them to be exact.

"Good morning Christine! Will you still be having dinner on the second floor?" Mrs. Hudson approached her, looking slightly anxious. "Sherlock's brother is here, Mycroft Holmes. I told you last night, he's not really a good man, so...."

"Will he be bothered by what I'm wearing right now?" Christine blinked.

"Of course, he won't. Sherlock once went to the Buckingham Palace with a white sheet, and Mycroft had no control of him whatsoever. He doesn't have any right to have any objections about what you wear," Mrs. Hudson said with a disproving tone, suddenly remembering something. "Would you still like to have breakfast on the second floor, Christine?"

"Yes, Mrs. Hudson," Christine offered her hands with a grin, "Would you like me to take it upstairs?"

"Yes please," Mrs, Hudson handed her the plate immediately. "I'll go and prepare your breakfast right now, and their snacks." She made her way to her room.

Christine closed her door silently and tip-toed up the stair. She must admit, she was curious about the daily lives of the Holmes brothers. According to Mrs. Hudson, they didn't seem to be on good terms.

"If you seem slow to me, Sherlock, can you imagine what real people are like? I'm living in a world of goldfish."

The stranger's voice had seemed warm and soft, but the meaning of the sentence was as sharp as Sherlock's. Christine couldn't help but think the consulting detective had gotten that venomous tongue due to the pressure of his brother.

"Yes, but I've been away for two years," Sherlock's voice had become uncertain, not his usual self.

"So?" Mycroft replied, fully clear of the point.

"Oh, I don't know. I thought, perhaps, you might have found yourself a... goldfish."

Seriously, every single sentence that comes out of the consulting detective's mouth was enough to drive anyone mad. Sherlock could always grasp the person's weakest spot, even when it comes to his brother.

"Change the subject, now." the other Holmes complained quickly, shifting his body, clearly uncomfortable by the question.

"I can guarantee everything else, Mycroft. I don't care if it's your underground connection, or some secret association hiding in some secret place."

Sherlock changed the subject obediently, getting into serious business. Christine knew it was time for her to make an appearance. As a foreigner, she really shouldn't know too much about the English government.

"Excuse me!" Christine enters the living room with a smile, placing the silver plate on the dining table. She glanced at Sherlock who was sitting on the couch and his brother who is leaning against the fireplace. "Mrs. Hudson asked me to deliver the tea upstairs, I hope that I didn't interrupt your conversation. I usually have breakfast on the second floor, if you won't mind."

"Of course not," Sherlock's brother replied politely, there was no way you could see the superior aura that was there a moment ago. He looked towards his brother disapprovingly, "Sherlock, as the owner of this unit, shouldn't you be introducing her?" But his eyes were filled with question.

Did you hear any footsteps?

To Christine, the man who was wearing an expensive three-piece suit, his hair combed back neatly, along with a warm smile and a slightly wide body, gives everyone a good first impression. She really couldn't imagine him being Sherlock's brother. But of course, this was only on the outside. Just by listening to the previous conversation, she could see that this man is even more proud than his younger brother, someone to be reckoned with.

"Don't act like you don't know anything!" Sherlock sneered, "As if you don't know anything about her. Given the fact that you are indeed the British Government, and that you clearly know I will be living at Baker Street, I can guarantee - you searched up every single piece of information about her." Just to add to the drama, Sherlock turned his head and scanned Christine from head to toe.

But after observing her slippers, Sherlock replied Mycroft with a certain expression.

No!

"Sherlock!" Mycroft shouted out angrily. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and smiled again. "I'm Mycroft Holmes," his smile too friendly to be real. "I'm sorry that I did some research about you, Miss Su. After all, my younger brother could never really settle."

"Not a problem," Christine replied lightly at the older Holmes, pouring some tea. "Mrs. Hudson informed me about how much power you had in your hands. That was why the moment I saw Mr... Sherlock Holmes, I knew that my future days would be full of adventures and, annoyances. If not for that I have grown to like this place, I would've moved out first thing. Would you like milk and sugar, Mr. Mycroft Holmes?"

"No, thank you. I really do offer my condolences," Mycroft said apologetically, but his gaze reviewed Christine.

Her deduction skills were fast.

"Please stop being so fake to each other, it's revolting," Sherlock grabbed his throat in exaggeration. Mycroft gave him a stare, which he gladly returned.

This woman is better than what we thought.

Sherlock revealed his discovery from last night. "You two can clearly see through each other at the first glance."

"Really?" Mycroft turned his gaze towards Christine, a hint of surprise. It had seemed that this piece of information did not appear on his desk. And furthermore: Do normal people have superior observing abilities like this?

"Are you kidding me?!" Sherlock gasped in exaggeration, "I can't believe your workers were this clumsy! Honestly, you should fire them as soon as you can! They can't even do a thing!" He wore a disgusted expression while looking at Christine.

Something's definitely wrong with this woman.

Sherlock's gaze landed once again on his brother.

Mrs. Hudson treats this woman as her own daughter. You will be in charge of this.

He delivered his suggestion, "You should just hire her straight away. After all, she was able to deduct all my 'adventures' last night in a short period of time."

"I'm Chinese, Mr. Sherlock Holmes!" Christine picked up the saucer and made her way to the guest, "and right now, I have no intention of becoming British. Please enjoy your tea, Mr. Mycroft Holmes." She handed the black tea to him.

"Thank you!" The elder Holmes gladly accepted the teacup, and held Christine's hand. "Are you free tonight, Miss Su? I would like you to join me for dinner," he asked sincerely with a friendly smile.

"Are you seriously thinking of hiring her?" Sherlock gasped with shock. He really didn't expect Mycroft to take his suggestion so lightly.

Christine didn't miss the silent conversation between the Holmes brothers, most of it she could understand. Not to forget, she used to have a person that she could connect with just an exchange of glances. She knew very well what Mycroft's invitation had meant. However, she really didn't have a choice.

Christine blinked a few times and finally replied. "It's my pleasure."

"What do you think of the restaurant on Marylebone Street?" Mycroft asked politely for the lady's opinion, "I love the Saint Emilion from the year 2001."

"Are you laughing at my failure, Mycroft?" Sherlock jumped onto the sofa, shouting at his brother angrily. Christine had to pinch herself to stifle a laugh.

"I don't have a formal dress, never liked one either," Christine replied apologetically. She didn't think it would be appropriate to wear something too casual to the restaurant where Dr. Watson had proposed.

Sherlock skipped down the sofa and scoffed, "Thank you for your kindness, My Queen!"

"How did you know this?" Christine was clearly startled. "I never said anything of this matter in front of Mrs. Hudson!"

"There was already enough," Sherlock looked very satisfied by Christine's stunned expression. He returned to his spot on the sofa, explaining proudly, "A free author, lived in England for more than 2 years, quite well known to the public. Obviously, not many of the pen names fitted all those details. Your English name is Christine. You divided it into two parts, changing the pronunciation of 'r' in 'chri' to 'w', which is the pronunciation of 'queen'. As for 'Stine', it is pronounced as Stan in another language. If you put the two together, it will be Queen Stan."

"Am I right, My Queen?" Sherlock's lips curved upwards.

"Can you please be quiet for one second, Sherlock?!" Mycroft commented in annoyance.

"Nope! I'm bored," Sherlock rejected the suggestion mercilessly.

"Well!" Mycroft stared at the ceiling and then smile at Christine, "I guarantee that I will find a place where formal dresses are not required while sophisticated food will be provided."

"Thank you for thinking about my opinions, Mr. Mycroft Holmes," Christine thanked him. Mycroft kissed her hand, causing Christine to blush slightly.

"Stop it! Mycroft! It's disgusting," Sherlock gawked, "Mrs. Hudson will not allow you to flirt with her tenant."

"For the first time, I actually agree with you, Mr. Sherlock Holmes!" Christine retracted her hands immediately and placed the remaining cup on the detective's hand and suddenly became serious. "Mrs. Hudson would definitely not allow him to flirt with you."

"We are biological brothers for god's sake! Miss Su," Mycroft twisted his brows slightly, but Sherlock literally screamed. "Something like that would NEVER happen between us."

"Oh, lovely brothers!" Christine made her way to the office desk, hugging the serving plate. She blinked and commented romantically, "stuck with each other forever, bonded with blood!"

Sherlock shook his body, while Mycroft had cold shivers down his spine. Both of them did what their instincts told them. They took the cup from the saucer and sipped the warm liquid down their throats. But after, both of them stopped dead in their tracks, staring at the Chinese lady who was smiling uncontrollably.

Did that woman do this on purpose? Did she just say that to make them drink the tea? The Holmes brothers thought silently and looked at each other. Surprisingly, neither of them had an answer.

"Don't worry, I bear no interest whatsoever in drugs," Christine stated calmly, putting the truth out there. It was like she had admitted her purpose of saying such things, but nothing was revealed through her expression and speech.

The Holmes brothers' mood went from bad to worse. They knew very well that this was a warning from Christine, a warning that could become dangerous anytime. It seemed like she had looked through their trail of thoughts to a certain degree. She knew their goals and their purposes. This had also meant, that she was definitely not some ordinary person.

"How is the tea?" Mrs. Hudson's voice rang out from the entrance, not realizing the heavy atmosphere at all.

"Good," Sherlock gulped the warm liquid, exclaiming whole-heartedly. "It's been ages since I last tasted this familiar flavor."

"I remember you never really cared much about my tea," Mrs. Hudson's memory was certainly not as bad as a goldfish. She looked at Sherlock suspiciously.

"As you can see, two years of wandering around the world had really changed me," Sherlock placed the cup on the table, stretching his limbs. He stared at his brother with compassion. It seems like you have got quite a lot on your hands. That woman is a person to be reckoned with!

All thanks to you! Mycroft eyed Sherlock with annoyance, lifting his cup again. However, this time when he put it down again, not a single drop of liquid had disappeared.

Cautious man. Christine thought while making her way towards Mrs. Hudson.

"Here's your breakfast, Christine," Mrs. Hudson handed the breakfast plate to the female tenant, taking the serving plate at the same time. She picked up a piece of the chocolate slice, "Are you still going to have breakfast beside the window?"

"Of course, as you know, I love the sun," Christine placed the breakfast plate on the office table, walking towards the sofa.

"When did you move that sofa?" Mrs. Hudson gasped slightly, confused.

"Yesterday, when Dr. Watson came. I thought he would like everything to be in their original places, so I shifted everything." Christine bent down and held the armrest, lifting it off the ground and back to its spot by the window.

"You are such a thoughtful girl!" Mrs. Hudson praised, eyeing the other tenant. "Sherlock, why don't you go and help the lady?"

"Obviously, she doesn't need any help," Sherlock stated the truth calmly, but the cautiousness in his eyes had grown. This woman is very fit, had she trained with heavy weights before?

"Seriously Sherlock, you never grow up. Although I am very happy that you are back, but..." Mrs. Hudson's excitement disappeared within three seconds, "Can't you just think of others for a while? Of course, I am not your mother, but honestly, can you stop playing these childish games?" The landlady picked up the box labeled "Operation". In order to complete this game, the player had to use a pair of tweezers to take out the organ from the body without touching anything else. If failed, there would be an alarm.

"You are over thirty years old," She placed the afternoon tea serving plate onto the table forcibly. "Can't you help your brother with something more important? For example, about the government?"

"I'm thirty-one, that one's thirty-eight," Sherlock smiled happily after seeing Mrs. Hudson's stunned expression. "We were discussing the siege that is about to happen, created by a certain underground organization."

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I didn't know that you two...." Mrs. Hudson looked like she wanted to hide in a hole. She picked up the game box again and asked seriously, "Is this part of your equipment?"

"Pftt!!!!!" Christine, who was enjoying her serving of milk, gave the window a lovely shower. Mycroft's hand froze for 3 seconds then continued placing the teacup on the table. Sherlock's face was as hard as a rock. It took him much effort to spit out one syllable, "...NO!"

"You mean that this was really just some ordinary game?" Mrs. Hudson's expression was turning hard again.

"...Yes." Sherlock really wanted to deny it, but 3 out of 4 people in this room had the ability to see through everything. So, even though Mrs. Hudson was the only one that didn't understand, he honestly couldn't see the need to lie, because that would just be a waste of time.

"I really don't know what I should do with you, Sherlock!" Mrs. Hudson shrieked angrily, "You are smart, and very successful. But you always choose to spend your time on things that are completely unimportant! You..." her eyes becoming cloudy, "...you are an adult now. You should know what should be done, why do I still have to tell you this?"

"P-Please don't cry, Mrs. Hudson!" Sherlock stood up nervously, looking everywhere not knowing what to do to stop those head-aching tears. Christine, who was cleaning the window quickly fetched a few pieces of tissue, handing them to Sherlock hurriedly.

Mycroft couldn't help but raise his brows at the sight. Just like Sherlock, she couldn't stand the sight of Mrs. Hudson's tears. It seemed like they had always seen Mrs. Hudson as their dearest.

"Promise!" Mrs. Hudson blocked Sherlock's hands, not allowing him to wipe away the tears.

"..Promise what?" Sherlock's face was as twisted as the woven ropes.

"Promise me that you will find another partner as quickly as possible, not being depressed over John's marriage," Mrs. Hudson said with a serious face. Sherlock felt a whoosh of wind blowing him away to the Netherlands. He honestly had no idea how Mrs. Hudson's brain worked. Like, how the hell did she change the topic to finding a partner all of a sudden? They were talking about the game for god's sake!

"I wasn't depressed! John being married had nothing to do with me whatsoever! Plus, I don't need a partner!" Sherlock shouted sentence after sentence, collapsing on the sofa after.

"If you are not depressed over this, then why in the world would you play something like this?" Mrs. Hudson wiped away her tears and looked towards Mycroft, who replied with a confused expression. She continued, "obviously your brother didn't suggest this."

Mycroft looked like "someone finally understands my pain", Sherlock curled himself on the sofa completely. "Don't say it again!" He sounded like a deflated balloon.

"Then what about me telling you to get a partner?" Mrs. Hudson made no move of retreating. "What about Christine?" she pulled Christine in front of Sherlock, "She is really good at cooking and cleaning, and...."

"She accepted an invitation to dinner with somebody in front of my face. And surprise, that somebody is my brother," Sherlock cut off Mrs. Hudson immediately, back to himself again. "There's no way I would fight with him for the sake of a woman," he straightened his, blinking at the ladies with innocence.

"It is just dinner, Sherlock!" Mycroft stared down at his younger brother. And I believe it was you who gave me that suggestion!

All I did was suggest you hire her. Sherlock shrugged. He put his chin on his fingers, blinking at Mycroft. "Who knows if you would do some vigorous exercise with her after dinner?"

Christine suddenly realized that Sherlock was trying to create some misunderstanding about her relationship with Mycroft so he could totally change the topic and Mrs. Hudson's focus. Right now, it was working very well.

Mrs. Hudson looked horrified and pulled Christine back to the sofa and whispered, "You still remember what I told you last night? Christine! Sherlock's brother is a cold-blooded animal that would do anything for the sake of power! You should not fall for his looks!" Sadly, she didn't know about the two brothers' superior hearings.

"Mrs. Hudson!" Mycroft forced out a smile, "all I did was invite Miss Su for dinner." Never had he thought that one day he would be treated as a robber by an ordinary old lady.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Hudson," Sherlock comforted the landlady, looking at his brother with smug. "My brother is not looking for a goldfish, he was looking for a pair of eyes." He used a slightly over-revealing simile.

"Goldfish and eyes?!" Mrs. Hudson's expression was as stunned as ever. "What do you think Christine is?!"

"A kind of fish and a type of human organ," Christine explained with an innocent tone, blinking at the Holmes brothers playfully.

"Unbelievable!" Mrs. Hudson exclaimed, "how could you two look down at females like this! If your mother hears about this..."

"I think it is time to go back to work," Mycroft interrupted with a smile. He had already informed their parents about the return of Sherlock, which meant that they might be here anytime this week. He really did not want to give anyone any chance of accusation towards him. "If you don't mind," he made his way to the exit.

"Same here," Sherlock bounced up from the sofa. Making their mother angry was something the brothers had always avoided. "Back to work," he grinned at Mrs. Hudson and stepped on the table, staring at the maps and pictures he pinned on the walls in concentration.

Mrs. Hudson stared at the brothers disapprovingly. She looked back at Christine, just to see a starving young woman.

"I needed the breakfast, Mrs. Hudson." Christine stopped devouring her food and looked back at Mrs. Hudson apologetically.

"Very good! No one is listening to me!" Mrs. Hudson exclaimed and stretched out her hands. She made her way to the kitchen angrily.

"Very bad idea," Sherlock started calmly.

"Same to you," Christine, not admitting defeat.

"Beep..." The sound of a new message. Christine took out her phone, finding a stranger's number. But when she saw the message, a smirk appeared on her face.

How about 6pm?

---- MH

Sure.

---- CS

I'll be waiting in my car.

---- MH

Yes, Sir.

---- CS

"Do you want to know where my brother is going to take you tonight?" Sherlock squatted down and cast a glance at Christine.

"Don't you think not knowing makes it more exciting?"

"Ridiculous hormones!" Sherlock fanned himself with disgust.

"But many people love them," the smile disappeared from her face, "except you."

"You talking about me, or Mycroft?" Sherlock wondered.

"Maybe both," Christine chuckled evilly, shoving the food into her mouth.

"Sherlock!" Mrs. Hudson's voice rang out from the kitchen. It wasn't long until she was standing at the entrance.

"Yes?" Caught in the act, Sherlock twisted his body around immediately and grinned at the landlady.

"Did you talk to John again?" Mrs. Hudson narrowed her eyes, like a monster who would pounce after the first sound of denial.

"Yes, of course." Sherlock ensured, but his head drooped in disappointment.

"What did he say?" she asked worriedly.

"Fuck off!" Sherlock shouted, jumping from the table onto the sofa. The two ladies could feel their hearts almost jumping out from their nostrils.

"Never ever do that again!" Mrs. Hudson marched back to the kitchen.

"I will try," Sherlock typed on his phone and replied half-heartedly

"I really can't believe that you are thirty-one," Christine patted her chest. She almost gave the table another shower.

Sherlock smiled sweetly and went back to his phone.

Christine shrugged and continued devouring her breakfast.


Capítulo 6: Dinner (1)

It was 5:45 at night, Christine was dressed and ready for dinner. She waited patiently in the living room, while Mrs. Hudson tried to convince her to cancel her date with Mycroft. All of this, had been going on for at least 4 hours.

Christine had no idea what to do with Mrs. Hudson. She could not tell her the truth, that the Holmes brothers are testing her. She could not afford to cancel the dinner with Mycroft. She must make the British Government trust her, or at least, do not watch her. Otherwise, if the Holmes brothers decided to work together, there would be no way she would be able to stay at Baker Street for long.

She must say, Mrs. Hudson's ex-husband was a drug dealer, meaning that she was nowhere being reserved herself. Plus, the arrival of Sherlock had sometimes put her in danger. However, Christine really didn't want Mrs. Hudson to worry, she had thought of Mrs. Hudson as her mother. Not to forget, Sherlock would be involved in this.

Therefore, Christine could only tell Mrs. Hudson that this was not a date. Unfortunately, a date and dinner were the same things in the land lady's eyes, no matter how much Christine had tried to explain. After a while, she had just chosen to ignore it.

About Sherlock, he was long gone with Ms. Molly Hooper, leaving a slip saying that they would be helping the Scotland Yard to solve some cases.

Christine was amazed how someone else except Mrs. Hudson, Mycroft, and her would be able to withstand Sherlock, but after seeing Molly's gaze towards Sherlock, Christine knew, that she had loved him from the very depth of her heart. No matter what the consulting detective had done to her, no matter how he had hurt her, this tiny little forensic would always be there when Sherlock wanted anybody. Even though she was already engaged to someone else, all Sherlock wanted was a substitute.

Most of all, it was Gregson Lestrade that had managed to amaze Christine completely. He was literally begging Sherlock 0n the phone.

Christine understood with Sherlock's intelligence, the case would advance on a faster scale. However, his repulsive actions and sharp words would easily destroy the team spirit in a blink of an eye. Even with this, the inspector had gladly provided him with cases.

She could never understand, but when she thought of Sherlock's brother, who was said to be the British government, she realized the whole situation to a certain degree. It was obvious that the older brother had in some way protected and covered for his younger brother. Otherwise, the next thing Christine would know, the British Isles would sink and disappear from this world, due to the consulting detective's boredom.

Christine couldn't help but feel agitated and restless. She still had no idea how to fact the dinner with Mycroft tonight, how should she deal with all the challenges that the British government would be likely to throw at her? Being too straightforward would be a stupid idea. Mycroft would not believe her that easily. Even worse, he might lose his trust in her completely. Plus, no way in the world would Christine reveal everything, there would be no need anyway.

Two Holmes brothers, each with a different goal. Sherlock wanted her to leave, so he would find out a way to get rid of her completely, making Christine disappear from his world. As for Mycroft, he was merely doing his job. He wanted to figure out if she would pose any threat to them and what had made her change her living habit.

That was why when it came to Sherlock, Christine could remain hard and unbreakable, stopping his goal in any way possible. But when it came to Mycroft, she had no choice but to bend her head, replying to his challenges with care. She couldn't act like she had no idea what this dinner was about, that would just be lowering Mycroft's IQ; but if she touched the truth too quickly, that would be lowering her IQ.

In the last 24 hours, Christine had shown off her superior observing skills, familiarity with the stairs, and the ability to know what someone else was thinking just by observing their actions. These skills, would not be present in an ordinary person, or the general public. She must provide Mycroft with a valid reason, or the British government would never develop trust in her. If in any case, she ended up on the black list, she would be chased out of England in no time.

Christine felt relieved that Sherlock had provided her with a reasonable excuse. She could just pretend that the dinner was just an interview, a chance to show off her skills. If Mycroft was satisfied, she could even get a temporary job, one that could contradict the consulting detective openly.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!..." Christine's alarm rang. She glanced at the time: 3 minutes to six. She stood up and made her way towards the fireplace, inspecting her dress. The last thing she wanted was to make her future employer think of her as an uneducated lady.

"Christine! Do you really have to go?" Mrs. Hudson tried for the last time.

"Just pretend that I am going to an interview, Mrs. Hudson!" Christine stated the truth, but Mrs. Hudson didn't believe it in the least.

"But-" Mrs. Hudson was about to say something more, but Christine had already opened the door. In the same second, a black car stopped at the front of 221 Baker Street.

"Miss Su, please make yourself comfortable," The driver, dressed in a black suit with an earphone in the ear, opened the back door of the car, covering the top to avoid the guest from bumping her head.

"Thank you!" Christine smiled gratefully, sitting down.

Beside her sat a lady with black hair, staring at her phone screen. When she saw Christine, her eyes widened in surprise, but quickly lowered her head, frantically typing on her blackberry phone, making no move of starting a conversation.

The driver sat at the front of the car, divided from the back row by a glass wall, thick enough to stop any bullet, let along with any sound. As for the decorations, they were the same as any other vehicle, but Christine doubted that there were no traps whatsoever.

After observing her surroundings, Christine decided to rest for a while, closing her eyes, her ears sharpened to catch the tiniest sounds from outside the car, trying to deduct where she was being taken, but failing miserably after arriving at the outskirts of the city.

"We have arrived, Miss Su," Christine was one inch to Dream Land when a female voice appeared beside her ear. She opened her eyes. The lady with the BlackBerry phone had gotten off the car and opened the door for her to exit.

"Sorry, I didn't know I would fall asleep." Christine rubbed her face awkwardly, inspecting her looks in the mirror. When she was sure nothing was wrong, she asked nervously, "Where are we?"

"Mr. Holmes's house," the Blackberry lady smiled and straightened her body, moving aside, what appeared in front of Christine was a Victorian home that was a decent size.

Although Christine once said "a mystery makes everything exciting", she couldn't help but make a few assumptions. It was true that she didn't know Mycroft as well as Sherlock, but knowing Mycroft's character, no way in the world would he invite a stranger to his house for dinner.

But when Christine finally arrived at the entrance, she realized the truth behind Mycroft's arrangement. This was obviously not his private home, but a stage specially made to welcome unknown guests. No one outside would be able to detect anything about him, but he could use every single corner to observe his captured prey.

"Please come in," The Blackberry lady addressed Christine and went back to her phone.

Honestly, being the secretary of Mycroft Holmes didn't seem to be an easy job after all. Christine felt sorry for the Blackberry lady and made her way towards the opened door. Given the fact that Mycroft equaled to the British Government, his residence was of some huge value. The moment Christine entered the room, she felt as if she was back in the 18th century when the Victorian ages were at their strongest and most beautiful.

Christine closed her eyes, savoring the remains of the history. The Blackberry lady didn't object but turned down the sound of her phone, waiting quietly by the side, until the guest opened her eyes again.

"Sorry, I was too in the moment," Christine explained with a smile, the other lady glanced at her momentarily. "Where shall we go now?"

"Dining room," the Blackberry lady mumbled and lowered her head, moving across the hallway.

Christine followed behind. She didn't fasten her pace, nor did she slow down too much.

During the Victorian Ages, the Victorians had loved to use ridiculously long tables. Naturally, there was one in Mycroft's dining room. The owner was sitting on the main seat, deep in thoughts about something. Seems he had been waiting for quite some time.

"Will we be having dinner beside this table?" Christine didn't wait until Mycroft was back into reality and asked curiously, this made the Blackberry lady raise her head up again.

"No," Mycroft didn't answer immediately, but paused for a while, "This table would only be appropriate for when there are many guests. We will be moving to somewhere else tonight." He stood up and grabbed the black umbrella by his side, waving to the Blackberry lady, telling her to leave.

"Mrs. Hudson said you always liked to bring a black umbrella with you. I didn't believe at first, but now, seems like it was true," Christine joked at Mycroft's accessory, observing it closely.

"You know how the weather is like in London," Mycroft didn't make a drama of Christine's clothes, which was cheaper and lower than his in many levels. He offered his hand like a gentleman.

"Are you sure that it didn't have any more special abilities?" Christine looked at Mycroft with curiosity, placing her hand lightly in his palm, not nervous at all in this particular atmosphere.

"What are your suggestions?" Mycroft asked with a smirk, leading Christine.

"Yes," Christine returned the smirk, starting to observe her surroundings, "it seemed like there was no difference in weights between the two umbrellas to a normal person. But for someone like me who's very sensitive to rhythms, the sound that it makes is not very sharp and precise. Obviously, something extra was placed inside the main body of the umbrella. European sword, I would say?"

"I tend to prefer going classic, not like Sherlock. He seemed to be deeply fond of, what should I say, deviant things," Mycroft pushed the dining room doors, gently leading Christine to a room with large glass windows on the side of the room. The decorations were similar to all the other furniture in the house, the only difference was that there weren't many objects placed around the room. The only thing that could be seen as a square dining table, situated at the best spot in the whole room if wanting to look out the window. Their dinner was already placed on the table neatly.

"I suspected that if I made you choose between having hot food and a quiet environment, you will lean towards the last," Mycroft turned around and smiled, earning a brighter one from Christine.

"I'm sure tonight is the night that I will never forget."

Both walked towards the dining table. Mycroft pulled out the chair for her politely. After waiting for Christine to take her seat, Mycroft turned to his. His black umbrella had been by his side all this time.

The meal had gone on without fail. The atmosphere wasn't awkward at all, with the two smart enough not to bring up any sensitive topics. This made Christine feel quite at home. She believed that this British Government with a crazy brother wouldn't mind any of her actions. Not surprisingly, she was proved to be right. Mycroft had been

enjoying his meal, only bringing up the main topic after the both of them had finished dessert.

"I've always been curious. If you don't mind, could you inform me why you decided to change your habits and stay in England?" Seemingly polite, Mycroft's eyes were fixated on Christine.

"It's my mother. Well, she is my biological mother's twin sister. My brother and I call her mother because of the will." Christine placed her head on her arms, suddenly sounding a bit sad replaying the memory. "She suggested for me to settle down so that it would be convenient for her to visit me sometime in the future."

"Well then," Mycroft stopped playing with the wine glass, his eyes trying to catch hold of any change in Christine's expression, "can you tell me about your family?"

"I'm really sorry," Christine said apologetically. "I'm sure you know about confidential contracts. And sadly, truth is that I can't say I know my family more than what you have in your hands." The light seemed to have escaped her eyes.

"My apologies for bringing back bad memories." Mycroft sounded he was sincere. Christine gave him a smile and waved it off. Seeing she was back to her normal self, Mycroft continued, "Are you planning to stay in England?"

"Yes." Christine nodded, "Before my mother comes and visits me, I will not move out of 221 Baker Street."

"That's not an easy thing to do." Mycroft curled his lips, "Sherlock is not someone you would call a good neighbor." He twirled with the liquid in the glass.

"I'm sure I have enough experience in hand to deal with him." Christine smiled, "But will you interfere?" The worried tone was clear.

"I was more looking forward to you helping to distract his overflowing energy." Mycroft held up his glass.

The rock on top of Christine's heart was finally raised after Mycroft's sentence. She knew that this was Mycroft's promise, a promise that stated he and Sherlock will not lay a finger on her. For now, anyway.

Mycroft suddenly thought Sherlock's dinner idea this morning was excellent.

"Miss Su, would you like a job?" He asked suddenly.

"A job?" Christine paused but understood him straight away. "Mr. Holmes, you want me to be a set of eyes? Watching Sherlock for you?"

"No, of course not." Mycroft put down his glass and stared straight into Christine's eyes, "I don't need another Dr. Watson. Sorry for my following words but, he had become Sherlock's tag-along. I didn't mean to speak negatively of him though."

"Plus, he's planning to marry." Christine pointed out the most critical.

"Ah yes. Marriage, something that will change one's future." Mycroft's gaze seemed to wander elsewhere but quickly returned to Christine. "I had a chat with John on the first day they met, unfortunately, he seemed to have misunderstood my point." Mycroft frowned. "But I can't really say I was on very good terms with Sherlock at that time. So even if he wasn't the best alternative, I had no choice but to trust him."

"Then what are your expectations?" Christine asked curiously, "I don't think your brother would be very happy if I watch him like a stalker and become Dr. Watson's replacement. Plus my current occupation sometimes requires all my attention. I'm sure you're clear that I can only help you as a part-timer, Mr. Holmes."

"I am very clear what you are capable of, Miss Su. That's why," Mycroft stood up and closed up his distance with Christine, "all I need is a pair of eyes that are extremely sensitive to signs of danger." He admired the pair of dark brown eyes.

"Fortunately you found just the right person." Christine's smile widened, feeling her heartbeat fastening. Dealing with men was never one of her specialties.

"What would you like in return, Miss Su?" Mycroft pulled himself back. He realized Christine's odd reaction and wondered. His sources had informed him otherwise.

"My goal is to become an author Mr. Holmes, an author that is capable of creating a new world simply by words." Christine lowered her head, slowing her sentence to let it sink in. "Money is not a problem for me, what I need are new ideas." She believed she truly lacked experience.

"You raised the bar quite high, my lady." Mycroft blinked, his lips in a thin line. Things such as ideas and inspiration are abstract. Not that it is impossible, but the prize he has to pay is far too much than he would prefer.

"Maybe not as high as you think." Christine straightened her back, both of her hands on the table, and looked at Mycroft with uncertainty. She suspected it wouldn't be a good idea to challenge the trickiest straight away, however getting him to cooperate like that was once in a blue moon, and she wasn't going to let go after everything.

Christine swallowed and didn't budge, "Mr. Holmes, your brother just showed me a new world, maybe you'll show me another."

Mycroft looked at Christine blankly, but understood very quickly. A smile of relief crept between his lips. After all, this payment was much easier and much more interesting than he initially thought.

The man stood up slowly and tidied up his suit, offering his hand to the slightly unnerved lady. He fixated his gaze on Christine, bowing slightly with a smirk, "Sure, My Queen."

Christine swore she was blushing like crazy, taking into consideration that she was feeling hard to breathe. Instincts told her she should get out of here as soon as possible, but her legs were like lead, making it impossible to move a single step.

"Would you like to dance?" Mycroft asked while fishing out his phone picking the right music. He didn't let go of her hand.

"Sure." Christine took a deep breath to gain back her senses. "But I've received lessons concerning social dances."

"I'll teach you." Mycroft smiled and showed her the phone screen, "What do you think of Waltz?"

"Your choice." Christine ignored the phone screen and looked at Mycroft.

"This is a beginner's course, I'm sure you will master it in no time." Mycroft picked out the right music and placed the phone on the table.

"Hopefully I won't be stepping on your foot." Christine stood up nervously, placing her hand on Mycroft shoulder and following his instructions.

It was true Christine had never been good with music, but her sense of rhythm had been fantastic. Something such as Waltz was a piece of cake, and Mycroft seemed to have plenty of time to spare to take her to the next level.

Anthea couldn't believe what she was witnessing. According to her experience, her superior had never spent this much time on one ordinary woman. Usually, it only takes an hour or so for any female to give out her heart. However, this lady living downstairs from Boss's brother had broken the record. Not only did Miss Su succeed with having dinner with Boss at his house, but he had also taught her how to dance, taking his time to chat with her on the balcony, acting as if there was no work waiting for him on the other side of the door.

Anthea felt the urge to call Boss's private doctor to give Boss a check-up. But she was also very clear that if she disturbed Boss's "romantic" dinner in any way, it would be the end of her.

Which meant, she had no choice but to wait at the door, silently praying that Miss Su would get her butt out of here as soon as possible and stop distracting the British Government from doing his work.

"I'm sure that tonight is the night that I will never forget." Christine finished off her wine in one gulp, smiling dreamingly at the man.

"So I've heard," Mycroft smirked and held her waist to stop her from falling. He didn't know Christine was a light drinker.

"Wouldn't hurt to say it again." Christine raised her gaze to meet Mycroft's as if expecting something.

But something unanticipated destroyed the atmosphere once and for all.


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