"Catcroft-The Feline Government."

Chapter 1

"Awakening on all fours."

The first thing Mycroft Holmes heard when he woke up, was Anthea knocking on his bedroom door.

"Mr. Holmes is time to wake up." She called from behind the wooden barrier. "You have a meeting with the North Korean Government officials in about half an hour so you don't really have a lot of time to prepare."

He groaned and turned to his side, burying his face in the softness of his pillow.

"Give me five more minutes, Anthea." He murmured waving her away with his hand, despite knowing that she won't see the gesture. "I promise we won't be late, in fact, we'll be early if it'll make you feel any better. I'll be sure to make the cars part before us like the red sea did before Moses, just let me sleep!"

While he knew fooling around with the traffic lights was a giant misuse of his power, desperate times call for desperate measures and, right now, after the twelve hour flight from Hong Kong he had to go through the previous day, he is in dire need of a longer sleeping time.

It was clear that his trusty assistant didn't hear him when she busted into his room without so much a warning, to which Mycroft responded by burying his body further under his covers.

He's not getting up. Is five minutes really that much to ask for?!

For the love of Queen Victoria, he's the personification of the British Government! With everything he does in service of his country, you'd think he'd be allowed to sleep in once or twice!

But no, Mycroft Holmes who has to be the picture of efficiency and punctuality, was given Anthea, the woman who never lets go of her Blackberry just so she can keep a keen eye at the terrible roller-coaster that is his schedule, for a PA.

He groaned and crawled further into the softness of his bed and the protection of his covers.

Perhaps if he hides under his covers and lays still for five minutes she'll finally get bored and leave him alone.

"Mr. Holmes this is getting ridiculous! Get up before I-" She cut off suddenly making the British government freeze in his spot. "Mr. Holmes?" He could hear the confusion in her voice as she looked around. "Huh…no wonder there was no answer, he's not even in this room." Anthea muttered to herself before stomping out of the bedroom and continuing with her quest.

Once her footsteps descended to the lower levels of the mansion, Mycroft dug his head out from under the covers.

"Dear me." He whispered to himself. "Either Anthea's visit to the ophthalmologist is long overdue or my strict diet is having more of an effect than even I counted on." Coming to that rather satisfying conclusion and, hearing that Anthea is still downstairs searching for him, deciding that the universe was on his side for once, the elder Holmes brother fell to the welcoming embrace of Morpheus once more.

*thirty minutes later*

Mycroft was just about to turn to his other side when Anthea's voice could, once again, be heard from behind the door.

"I swear I saw him entering his room after the flight from Hong Kong yesterday. He seemed too tired to do much else but collapse on the bed, I have no idea where he could have gone."

Groaning the politician pulled his covers over his head. Unfortunately, that did little to tune out the, surprisingly worried, voices of his underlings.

"We searched the whole house, Madam." One of the security guards said, with a note of disappointment in his voice. With his still hazy from sleep, Mycroft's mind identified him solely as 'Davidson'. It was far too early to demand further details from his tired brain. "I'm afraid to inform you that we have been largely unsuccessful in finding him."

Sherlock was right. He thought, frowning into his pillow. My present security team really is more incompetent than his homeless network. At least they would be able to locate a man sleeping in his bed.

"What about the cameras?" His PA asked, the sound of nails clicking against the delicate screen of a well-known Blackberry, accompanying her worried voice. "Did you check them? Perhaps there was a security breech and Mr. Holmes was abducted?"

Abducted? Mycroft thought drowsily. As in me? I think you're mistaking me for another Holmes, my dear. My life is rarely so exiting.

"The security footage showed nothing of the sort, Madam." Another voice entered the conversation, a young one. Probably a new recruit, since his voice is not one that the man behind the British Government recognizes and Mycroft is known for not forgetting anything. "The last the cameras saw Mr. Holmes, was when he was entering this very room after the flight."

Mycroft could have sworn he felt Anthea's long-suffering sight faze through the door and blow on his back.

"Well, I suppose there is nothing we can do except search the room again." She said finally. "If there is no evidence of him leaving the premises, then he has to be here somewhere." With that the door opened and the tall brunette walked in, her trusty phone nowhere in sight.

Suppressing a groan the proud politician pushed the cream colored covers off his body, this game has been going on long enough.

"You don't have to start calling out for me, Anthea." He said rubbing his eyes tiredly. "I was here the entire time, though I'm still quite surprised you haven't noticed me the first time you came in, to be honest."

What he heard in response was not what he expected.

"Do I hear…meowing?"

Mycroft blinked.

Then blinked again.

"Pardon?" He asked, sounding a bit bewildered. "What meowing? There can't be meowing. I don't even own a cat, how can you possibly hear meowing?!"

And then suddenly Anthea is right in front of him, or above him if you want to be precise, seeming a lot larger than he remembers her to be.

"By the heavens…" He muttered. "Whatever happened to you? You're a giant!"

Again Antea showed no visible reaction to what he just said, she just looked at him as if he just grew an extra head or something equally improbable.

"And how did you get into Mr. Holmes's bed, little kitty?" That question was enough to render the great Ice Man speechless, his heart skipping a beat.

"W-What did you just call me?" Mycroft asked though his voice was far from its usual supreme and all-knowing self. "Is this some kind of unprofessional joke? Because if it is, the local Starbucks is open for new workers." Even to him this threat sounded meek, definitely not one of his greatest moments.

"I never knew Mr. Holmes had a cat." She said placing both her hands on her hips. "I suppose there are things that even I don't know about him."

"That's because I don't." He snapped, even though he knew from previous experience that it wouldn't have the desired effect. "And stop calling me that!"

Seemingly ignoring him the loyal PA reached out and lifted him by his armpits.

"W-What are you doing?!" He squirmed in her arms. "Unhand me this instant!"

"Well…" Anthea said, not paying any attention to his protests and began taking them though the house.

"I suppose that, since Mr. Holmes can't be found right now and I'll be too busy taking care of his empire while he's missing, I'll have to leave you in the wondrous care of your master's younger brother."

"Didn't you hear me, vile woman?! Let me go right now before I-What did you say?" Mycroft stopped squirming in time to notice that they were getting into one of his many private cars. "Please tell me you didn't say what I think you said."

"To Baker Street, Sebastian." Anthea's voice answered the question.

"Oh dear God, you really are taking me to my brother!" He looked up at her with betrayal shining in his eyes. "It's because of the gaming record I beat, isn't it? You're still angry that I got a higher score in your favorite game, aren't you?"

The car stopped and both he and Anthea exited the vehicle.

"Thank you, Sebastian. That will be all." She smiled at the driver and the car sped off.

Mycroft saw the front of the legendary house and his eyes widened, he turned to his PA.

"Anthea please reconsider." He pleaded. "You know what Sherlock does to owner-less animals, imagine what he'll do to a cat he considers to be mine! He'll turn me into a rag thinking he'll spite me!"

But the woman was already ringing the doorbell.

It didn't take long for John to appear, fluffy jumper and all.

"Can I help you, Anthea?" The blonde asked, ever the helpful citizen.

"In fact, you can." Suddenly Mycroft is changing owners, from his PA's bony hands to John's fluffy jumper. "I found this cat sleeping in Mr. Holmes's bed today and, since my boss is nowhere to be found, I need you to look after him for a bit."

"Oh." John looks down at the changed-to-a-cat elder Holmes, something Mycroft never thought possible until now. "I didn't know Mycroft had a cat…and quite a fluffy one at that."

Mycroft himself would have listened to the conversation going on above his head, if he wasn't so focused on the ginger colored cat staring at him from the inside of home.

Like John said, it was quite a fluffy feeling feline with icy-blue eyes and fox-colored fur.

Problem?

That was a mirror.