After four years of college and working under some of the best government officials I was called to my main boss' office for a word.

"Miss. Smith I would like to congratulate you on being the top of your class." Lady Smallwood said with a smile.

"Thank you ma'am." I said softly.

"Because of this I am placing you as a bodyguard and assistant to one of our greatest agents." She said with a smile.

"I would be trilled to work under one of your greatest agents." I said with a small smile.

"I'm sure Mr. Holmes will be happy to hear that." She said with a smile.

"Holmes? As in Mycroft Holmes?" I asked shocked

"Yes you know him?" She asked softly.

"Yes.... I'm friends with his younger brother." I said calmly.

"Then this should be easy for you, but I hope you know he will give the final score for you and if he doesn't think that you can become a agent you won't be one." She said sternly.

"I understand. Thank you for this opportunity." I said as she allowed me to leave.

I walked out of the building and internally groaned as I saw a limousine with a man holding a sign with my name on it. I walked up to him and he open the door for me.

"Thank you." I said softly as I got into the limousine.

I got in and looked in front of me to see Mycroft with his legs crossed.

"Hello Isabelle." He said with a smile.

"Mycroft." I said calmly.

"Mr. Holmes is what you will call me. Now because you are working under me there is a few things you must do. One anything you are told isn't told to anyone. Two Sherlock is not to know that you are my assistant." He said leaning back in his seat.

"I understand." I said calmly.

"Good. Driver it's time to leave." Mycroft said calmly.

"Where are we going... Mr. Holmes?" I asked softly.

"To go meet Sherlock's new friend." He said with a smile.

"Who is his new friend?"

"John Watson." He said as the car stopped.

"Why did we stop?" I asked as the door open.

"We are meeting him here." He said as we got out of the car.

We walked into an abandoned building and I saw a chair. After a few minutes a man walked up to us.

"You know, I've got a phone. I mean, very clever and all that. But, ah, you could just phone me. On my phone." John said stopping in front of us.

"When one is avoiding the attention of Sherlock Holmes one learns to be discreet. Hence this place. Your leg must be hurting you. Sit down." Mycroft said pointing to the chair with his umbrella.

John looked at the chair and then back at Mycroft.

"I don't want to sit down."

"You don't seem very afraid." Mycroft said with a smile.

"You don't seem very frightening. Especially with a beautiful woman beside you. " He said looking from Mycroft to me.

"Yes. The bravery of the soldier. Bravery is by far the kindest word for stupidity don't you think? What is your connection to Sherlock Holmes?" Mycroft said stepping in front of me.

"I don't have one. I barely know him. I met him... yesterday. So what is your name beautiful?" He asked trying to look at me.

"Hm and since yesterday you've moved in with him and now you're solving crimes together. Are we to expect a happy announcement by the end of the week?"

"Who are you and can she give me her number?" John asked with a smirk.

"An interested party and no you can't have her number." Mycroft snapped.

"Interested in Sherlock, why? I'm guessing you're not friends." John said calmly.

"You've met him. How many friends do you imagine he has. I am the closest thing to a friend that Sherlock Holmes is capable of having."

"And what's that?" John asked confused.

"An enemy." Mycroft said with a chuckle.

"An enemy?" John asked raising an eyebrow.

"In his mind certainly. If you were to ask him he'd probably say his archenemy. He does love to be dramatic." Mycroft said looking at me from the corner of his eye.

"Well thank god you're above all that. Are you sure I can't get her number?" John said shaking his head.

"Do you plan to continue your association with Sherlock Holmes? And yes I am sure."

"Alright. I could be wrong, but I think that's none of your business." John said sharply.

"It could be." Mycroft said as I looked at both of them.

"It really couldn't." John said shaking his head.

"If you do move into 221b Baker Street I'd be happy to pay you a meaningful sum of money on a regular basis to ease your way." Mycroft said looking through his notebook.

The man asked him why and Mycroft smiled as he leaned on his umbrella.

"Because you're not a wealthy man."

"In exchange for what?" John asked leaning on his cane.

"Information. Nothing indiscreet. Nothing you'd feel uncomfortable with. Just tell me what he's up to." Mycroft said softly.

"Why?"

"I worry about him. Constantly."

"That's nice of you."

"But I would prefer for various reasons that my concern go unmentioned. We have what you might call a difficult relationship."

"No." John said quickly.

"I haven't mentioned a figure." Mycroft said confused.

"Don't bother."

"You're very loyal, very quickly."

" No I'm not. I'm just not interested." John said as he turned to leave.

"Trust issues," it says here." Mycroft said as he looked through his notepad.

"What's that?" John asked turning to face him.

"Could it be you've decided to trust Sherlock Holmes of all people?"

"Who says I trust him?"

"You don't seem the kind to make friends easily."

"Are we done?"

"You tell me." Mycroft said walking up to him.

He said some more things before taking Johns left hand.

"Most people blunder around this city and all they see are streets and shops and cars. When you walk with Sherlock Holmes you see the battlefield. You've seen it already, haven't you." Mycroft said as he stood beside me again.

"What's wrong with my hand?" John asked as he looked down at it.

"You have an intermittent tremor in your left hand. Your therapist thinks it's posttraumatic stress disorder. She thinks you're haunted by memories of your military service-"

"Who the hell are you?...... How do you know that?" John asked shocked.

"Fire her. She's got it the wrong way around. You're under stress right now and your hand is perfectly steady. You're not haunted by the war, Dr. Watson. You miss it. Welcome back." Mycroft said as he grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the building.

We made it back to the car and Mycroft got in after me. He set in front of me and shut the door before looking at me.

"Isabelle next time don't wear what you have on. Wear something that covers you up." Mycroft said as he started to type on his phone.

"With all due respect sir, Why?" I asked confused.

"You look like a hooker." He said sharply.