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You knew Mycroft has a lot of work and no time for relationship but you tried anyway. And surprise - he was very interested in you. Really, I mean it. He treated this one seriously. He completely accepted you, tried to be a 'normal human being'. But of course he couldn't because of his brother, work and everything else. You get use to it to be honest. Now that you were his girlfriend for six months. Now he came back from work, stressed like never before. You looked at him with concern, trying to decide how to help him. In the end you decided to make him a meal. But he completely ignored you when you told him that food is ready. He also ignored you when you lied that you slept with Sherlock. And he ignored the fact that you were worried about him. Finally you sighed and lied down on the couch, giving up. Then he seemed to notice that something is wrong.
"(Y/N)? What's wrong?" He asked looking at you, but you just sighed. "(Y/N)?"
"You were ignoring me since you came home." You sat up and looked at Mycroft. "You can tell me everything, but still you have so many secrets."
"I keep secrets to protect you." You shook your head. "Believe me, you don't want to know what happened." He sighed and hid face in his hands.
"Then at least let me help somehow..." You murmured and walked to him. "Mycroft?" He raised his head and lied his eyes on you. "You can trust me. With everything." You placed hand on his cheek, as you knelt next to his chair. He sighed again and gently kissed your hand.
"I know, (Y/N), I know." He said silnetly keeping your hand near his lips, so more he mumbled than said really. "It's Sherlock." You raised your eyebrows.
"Your younger brother? Something happened to him?" Mycroft shook his head.
"No. Because of him, yes." You blinked. "I shouldn't tell you that..."
"You know better than anyone that I can keep secrets." He smiled a little. Finally. "It's okay Mycroft. If you don't want to tell me-"
"Because of him years of planning are now useless. A woman used him to bury my hard work." He told you about Coventry, the fly of the dead and The Woman. He told you about Jim Moriarty and how Sherlock got played. "Now either I will have to kneel before this... woman and make her wish list come true or I would have to tell my bosses that my own brother destroyed our work." He was depressed. It was rather rare to see him in this shape. You smiled sadly.
"How about that; confront them. One last time. If Sherlock will know he got played he will have motivation, especially if he will see Irene Adler again. Give him one last chance to make it up, Mycroft. Don't give up on him just because one woman finally got threw to him." You placed your other hand on his knee. "Invite them to the plane. Confront them." Mycroft looked at you for couple of seconds and kissed your forehead, then left.

***

You were reading a book, lying on the couch and waiting for Mycroft. He left few hours ago and you were a little bit worried. What if something happened? Irene Adler tricked them both now? You were about to call him, when you heard someone entering. You smiled when Mycroft showed up in house. He was happy. At least he looked happy. You smiled a little at him.
"And? I suppose you won, am I right?" You asked as Mycroft kissed your forehead.
"Did I ever tell you how much I love you?" You smiled and looked at your book again, as your cheeks turned slightly red. "(Y/N), I mean it. Thanks to you I still have my work, Irene Adler is no longer a threat and we have everything she had on her phone." Now your whole face was scarlet.
"I just wanted to help you. It's what I do, don't I?" He chuckled and when you moved your legs, he sat on the couch and you lied you legs on his lap.
"How about a dinner?"
"I already ate."
"Then maybe tomorrow?"
"I promised (y/friend's/n) to meet with her."
"Then how about a movie?" You laughed.
"To hear how it was done from you and how it has no sense? I think I'll pass."
"Then opera?"
"You do know I hate it."
"You are impossible (Y/N). It's a women thing or something?" You smirked but still was reading your book.
"You can say that." You were trying to focus on your book (which was quiet interesting) but Mycroft was... determinated to distract you. "Mycroft, stop it, I want to read this." You murmured.
"Tell me then how should I thank you then." You rolled your eyes.
"I don't know, be original." You sighed and shrieked when suddenly he grabbed your hand and you landed on him. "What. The hell Mycroft?" You asked looking at him. He was amused. To be honest you two never went far than for few passionate kisses for a day. So yes, it was a surprise.
"I am being original, I suppose." He placed his hand on your waist. You blinked few times.
"And how is that position original?" You asked looking at him. He moved his arms.
"I do not know. I'm trying something... new." He slowly moved his hands from your waist to your hips. His face was close to yours. Your heart was beating faster now. "If you don't mind, of course..."
"Mycroft?"
"Yes?"
"Shut up." You leaned down to kiss him before he said anything. Neither of you resist, your hands were on his cheeks, pulling his face closer to yours, when his hands were on your hips, when you were moving. After 15 minutes a situation got... heated. A lot. And that's when Mycroft's phone rang. He closed his eyes and cursed. You froze in a second.
"You are not seriously thinking about answering that are you?" You growled looking at him. His face told you everything. You rolled off him and scoffed silently. "Bloody unbelievable." You hissed and started dressing up as Mycroft took his phone.
"What?!" He growled at the phone, still little bit panting.
"Why are you panting? Did I ring to you during an awkward situation or you've been working out again." You cursed silently again in rush. "Was that (Y/N)? You really were-"
"Sherlock, the point. Now." Mycroft growled with a low voice.
"Well, it's about Jim Moriarty. I need you at the Baker Street, now." You gave Mycroft 'the look'. He gave you in answer his puppy eyes. You just shook your head and stood up.
"I'll be there in half an hour." Mycroft sighed and hung up. "(Y/N), I'm sorry it's-"
"Fine. Mycroft, it's... fine. Moriarty is a dangerous man and you... have to take care of it. I understand." You sighed. Well, lucky you he was slow, at least you didn't do anything which you would regret. You noted in your head to send Sherlock 'thank you' muffins. You were just packing few things you would need, clothes, toothbrush and paste, hairbrush...
"(Y/N), what are you doing?" Mycroft asked sighning.
"You're the smartest person in country. You sure can say what I am doing." He grabbed your wrist but you pulled away. "Don't, Mycroft." You sighed. "You are a wonderful man. Really. And I love you, but I-I just can't keep doing this. I can be an advisor for you, a friend, but... I just can't live like this. I am always less important. It's always something." Your heart was breaking.
"(Y/N)..."
"I think we have to take a break... for few days, week or something like that. I'll stay at (Y/Friend's/Name)'s house." You looked away and grabbed your back, then chose your friend's number and texted her about the situation.
"(Y/N), please. This is really important and-"
"I understand Mycroft. It's important, he's a dangerous man you have to caught, you have to protect John and Sherlock, I get it. I just don't see a place for me here now." You cut him off and waved for a taxi. "(Your Friend's House), please hurry." You said to cabman. He nodded as you entered the car.
"(Y/N), please consider it, I can chan-"
"I think if the lady is about to leave that's a sign she wants to be away from you." Taxi driver saved you. "Take a hint, son." Cabman snorted and you drove away.

Later at Baker Street

"You're late." Sherlock welcomed his brother. "I have an important clue about Moriarty, the most wanted man and you are late, better not because you wanted to continue your 'ritual' with (Y/N) because that would be insulting." By looking at John's face Mycroft could read that Sherlock told him about what he heard hour before. "By the way, congratulations."
"She left." Mycroft cut him off. Sherlock and John raised their eyebrows. "She decided we could use some break since I am always... busy with more important things." He cleared his throat. John laughed. "Why are you laughing?"
"When girl says 'we could use a break' that means in 99% 'we could use a break up in our relationship'." Mycroft blinked. "I believe you just've been dumped, Mycroft."