drabble prompt from Mychakk on Tumblr: #26, "I'm stuck! Help me!"

"Right, so as I was saying, I need you to keep an eye on my brother this weekend so that-" Mycroft was cut off.

"I'm stuck! Help me!" Anthea shouted. Her pencil skirt somehow got snagged in the car door. He sighed before walking over to attempt to work it free. Upon opening the door, she was still stuck to it on a jagged piece of the door jamb.

"How on earth did you even manage this?" he complained.

"How should I know? It's not like I-" the sound of fabric ripping silenced her as she felt the skirt slip right off of her. Mycroft stood up quickly absolutely flustered. Anthea took the opportunity to turn it into a joke. "Might want to ask me out on a date before trying to get me out of my skirt, sir." She could swear his eyes nearly bugged out of his head.

"I'll find you a replacement; stay in the car," was all he could manage.