Sherlock Preferences / One Shots

You're safe now

(No romantic ties between Mycroft and you before this. This is a little eh but I felt like writing so)

"Are you going to tell us what you were doing at the bay at midnight?" You were sat across the table from one of the government's crap interrogators. "That's a terrible question. You'd get no information out of me if I was actually guilty. Ask me...actually don't ask me. Demand I tell you, fear factor." You stage whispered the last words and winked, aware that it was probably winding him up. "Ms. Y/l/n," He sighed, "this is an official investigation. You are no longer and ally, you are an enemy as of now. Answer the question." Silently, you maintained eye contact with him for mere seconds before glancing back down at the table top. "I was supposed to be there. It was my mission, I was briefed yesterday morning."
"There are no records to evidence your words ma'am." Your jaw tightened at this information. "I was briefed that Mycroft Holmes himself!" The man who was supposed to be cross-examining you simply shrugged, telling you that it was not his problem. "Listen, Y/n, you've been with us a long time. I can't imagine having to send you off to...having to send you off but if you can't back up any of your points I'm going to have to do that."
"Listen to me," You hissed, "I was briefed by Mycroft Holmes. Just ask the damn man! There is no way I am going to pay a visit to Hetherly. She is the only one of you damn people that knows how to interrogate. She will rip me to shreds and I am innocent." His passive face almost seemed to slip the slightest as he held his head up high. This was it. He would decide your fate right now. "I'll give it a shot. I'll call Mycroft Holmes down here. However, that is the best I can do. If he's busy or refuses to leave his office then I am sorry." A sharp breath found it's way out of your lungs and you nodded slightly. The man that you at some point would have joked around with during break in the cafeteria rose from his seat and moved towards the door. Before he could reach for the handle, however, it had already exploded open and there in its place stood Hetherly. "Cummings." She nodded at your examiner before turning her cold, sharp eyes onto your soul. "Y/l/n." The twisted smirk that could be mistaken for a grimace sent a shiver down your spine as you mimicked her name back to her. "I see you got yourself into trouble." Her prim voice was like nails on chalkboard, invading your ears and your brain. "I see you decided to get yourself involved where you weren't wanted." Her thin eyebrows arched upwards in an amused expression at your comment and she dropped herself into the seat opposite. "Cummings you can leave." There was a drop of lead in her voice that would have scared anyone off at the threat of being cut into pieces. "So, Hetherly, you're doing well I trust?" Your attempt at formalities went unnoticed as her face remained stoic. "Ms.Y/l/n, I can either keep you dangling onto your life long enough until you beg me to end all the pain or I can tell Mycroft a few little white lies until he decides you are no longer needed." The breath left your body and you could feel your blood go rushing away from your brain leaving you pale white and dizzy. Except you didn't let it show because that would be weakness in front of this bitch, so you held your head up high and simply rose an eyebrow in her direction. "Or you can confess and the punishment will be far less painful I promise." You didn't know what to do because you were in fact innocent however she would never believe that. As you opened your mouth to answer the door opened again to reveal another visitor. Mr.Holmes. "Mycroft." The bitch across from you practically purred. "I told you not to call me that." The irritation and cutting edges in his voice were enough to rival your interrogators. "Sorry sir." She seemed to have nothing to say for once. "Ms.Hetherly, were you specifically called for by Mr.Cummings?" Her eyes widened with shock, obviously not expecting be spoken to again. "No sir bu-"
"Well then leave. I was requested to vouch for this young girl and that I can. She was with me. We were discussing certain matters of importance and therefore your prescence is not needed. Goodbye." He stepped to the side slightly and left the doorway wide open for her to make her undignified escape. You couldn't help but smirk at the amusing sight of her finally being put in her place. "Ms.Y/l/n are you alright?" You nodded slightly, not trusting your voice or your words. "I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner." By now he had closed the door and his voice, no longer holding a blade, echoed around you. Still, you simply nodded. "I'm sorry for all her threats too. She does love to be dramatic."
"Sir," your voice escaped as shaky as you had feared, "I can't lose my job. Please don't fire me, no matter what she says. It's not true. She just, she just hates me you know? I -" You were aware that you were now rambling, as your blood slowly returned. "Y/n." You froze immediately, shocked that he knew your first name. "Um yes...sir?" He smiled and slowly lowered himself down so he was squatting in front of you. "It's okay. You're safe now." His words sprung something inside you and now, for the first time in a while, you had the urge to cry to someone until you were too exhausted to carry on. Maybe it was the threat to your life? Except you couldn't, this was your boss. So you sat there in silence as his eyes darted everywhere, seeking out answers from your face. "I may not understand much about emotions anymore but I do happen to know that a threat on ones life can have drastic effects." His gentle voice coaxed the tears to the surface. Next thing you knew, you were crying into his expensive jacket with his arms around you and hoping, for all the world, that no one would walk in and that your tears wouldn't stain.