The moment you got your severance pay, Mycroft slowly started moving you into his very large estate without you noticing. He knew that nothing, not even a polite friendship, could work while you were typing letters for him in the M15, he physically couldn't do it. And so he put everything in motion for you to get caught in a budget layoff, streamlining everything quite nicely.

Every day he was glad he went through the trouble, he surprisingly enjoyed having you around the house more than as a secretary. He paid for you to have absolutely everything so long as he got to wake up next to you and watch you eat. It was a very strange relationship, but it worked somehow.

It was very late in the evening when he arrived back at the house after work, putting his keys in the small dish by the door and walking around the house to find you. He didn't want to shout for you, that wasn't the game, he had to look until he either found you or you gave yourself up.