Mondays are the worst. Q grumbled as he walked down the 4 sets of stairs to Q-Branch. First he overslept, second he is hungover, third Bond is still in Spain and so his bed is too large for him, fourth the tube was late, now he was late and fifth no one held the elevator so he had to walk down the 4 sets of stairs. 4 sets of buggering stairs!

He walked down the metal stairs, counting them as he went down. 46, 47, 48, and then he jumped the last step. He still could not understand why on earth someone had to put in 49 steps. Just thinking about it made him shudder. He walked through the glass door and was happy to feel in his element again, all his minions... ahem... Q-Branch members, were typing frantically, some working on new gadgets. The familiar smell of tea, coffee and a slight burning smell filled his senses.

Q stared down at the expensive looking envelop on his desk. "Morning everyone." Q spoke loudly but didn't need to shout, "Hello Q." and "Good morning Sir." filled the room.

He opened the door to his transparent office, followed by R, Q's second in command. "Good morning Q." She smiled cheerfully. "R, how can you possibly be happy this early on a Monday morning?" Her smile grew even wider, "Coffee and patriotism Q." He sat down, logging onto the three computers at his desk, "Quiet night?" he gestured out a hand for her to sit. She sat down taking out her tablet, "003 was extracted from Russia at 0400, 005 was a nuisance as always, but he has been equipped and debriefed but he is awaiting the documents you were working on over night." Q nodded his head "Ah yes." he lifted his satchel and lifted out a red folder and handed it over the table. "Alec?" he raised an eyebrow at her and she blushed. "006 was flirting all night as usual." Q hummed in response, "He'll ask you to dinner when he comes down today. You wait and see." She scoffed "Yea right." pause "Oh! These came for you during the night." She lifted out two white envelopes.

Q frowned, "Letters, during the night?" he took them from R "They were scanned and x-rayed no danger." He looked at the neat hand writing and knew exactly who it was from.

"R, will you go and give 005 the remaining files." She simply nodded her head and left quickly, her heels tapping along the ground. He sighed and reached for his letter opener, opening the envelope carefully he pulled out an invitation, um... what? Q handled the piece of card delicately as he read it.

MR AND MRS HOLMES

INVITES YOU TO CELEBRATE THE MARRIAGE

OF THIER SON

Mycroft Holmes
TO
Greg Lestrade

SATURDAY 23rd JUNE 2012

Q was speechless, he sat with his mouth hanging open as he read over the names again and again. Mycroft Holmes to Greg Lestrade, Mycroft Holmes to Greg Lestrade, Mycroft Holmes to Greg Lestrade. What one was he again? Q set the card down and lifted the other envelope, his hands shaking as he opened it and took out a letter.

Dearest Brother,
My sincere apologies for letting you find out this way. I know it may come as a shock to you but do understand that I want you there and so do our relations no matter what you may think. Even after all that has happened I would appreciate it if you gave me a call and did come to my wedding.

After all, it's not everyday the Ice-Man is melted, is it?

Wishing you well,

M.H

At the bottom of the letter was a mobile number. Q ran his fingers through his messy hair and pinched the bridge of his nose. I do not need this right now. A knock on his door pulled him out of his thoughts. "What?" he sighed, "Sir, 007 is requesting your assistance." "Of course, Thank you Tom." He pulled up his secure line for James and put on his head set. "Needing help already Jamesy?" he smirked down the line. "Oi, none of that cheek young man." The gruff voice on the other line chuckled. Q put the invitation and letter back into the envelope and set it aside, "What can I help you with buttercup?" "Think I've been made." Q types on his keyboard to bring up Bonds tracking, "Oh yeah? How'd you know?" Gunshots rang out over the line, "Ah, that's how." Q gets into the buildings cameras and pulls up the blueprints. "Ah there you are. Bond take the next right and then the second door to the left, there's a door in the room to another corridor." Hearing more gunshots and panting he waits for Bond's confirmation. "In the corridor." "Good now here's the tricky part, pick up that fire extinguisher and bang it against the wall in front of you."

"I'd rather pick you up and bang you against the wall." Bond grunted, "Oh please 007, I think you're losing stamina." He heard a chuckle, "Oh yea? Let's test it when I get back." Q switches between cameras, "Bond you've got two armed guards coming around the corner in 10 seconds." He watches as Bond opens one of the doors that opens into the hallway and hides behind it. "Really 007? Are you 5 and playing hide and seek?" Bond spins around the door and shoots both men. "Well it worked. Now what's behind this wall?" It's an old elevator shaft that leads down into the sewer. "Oh come on Q, this is a good suit." Q smirked, "I know. Now come on old man put your back into it." "Why don't you come over and put your back into it?" Checking the cameras again he spots something, "Bond you've got 5 people either side of that corridor so I suggest you hurry up. You have 15 second window." He hears the splinters being broken and looks to the corridor James is on. He watches as James moves to the back wall of and just as the assailants come around the corner, he runs and jumps into the hole.

"I hope there was a ladder on the other side 007." All he could hear was deep breathing. "Of course. I'm heading down into the sewer now." "Good I'll have transport waiting for you." then the line cut out. He took off his headset and sighed running his hands through his already messy hair. His eyes drifted over to the crisp white envelope and he groaned, grabbing the envelope he took out the letter and his mobile, typing in the number he hit call. 3 rings.

"Mycroft Holmes."

"Ah you actually pick up your phone now? That's new." Q smirked.

"I didn't think you would call."

"I almost didn't. Now what's this hoo-ha about you getting married?"

A chuckle came through the line. "Yes, I'm getting married brother and I want you to be there."

Q frowned, "What has Sherlock got to say about me coming?"

Mycroft sighed, "He's kicking up a fuss as usual."

"Haven't you told him he's being stupid?" Q said rolling his eyes.

"You know I hate to get involved with your little arguments."

"'Little arguments' are you kidding me?! He started this whole thing." Q yelled into the phone

He heard a scoff, "Oh don't start with the he started it. I've heard enough of it from him."

"Oh so it's my fault?"

"I didn't say that. You are grown men, I'm sure you can sort it out."

"He hasn't spoken to me in 5 years. You get him to apologise I'll come to the wedding."

He hangs up on Mycroft before he could argue back, throwing his phone on the desk he gets up and makes a cup of tea.

He's sitting reading one of the reports of a new weapon when Eve Moneypenny walks through the door. "How's your hangover Q?" Eve smirked at him. Q smirked right back, "Perfectly fine Eve. How's your head, you had quite a fall." Eve smacked him on the arm, "I thought we weren't going to talk about that." she said sternly. Eve spots the envelope and snatches it off his desk. "I know this handwriting." Q tries to snatch the letter back but she moves out of his way, he had just enough dignity to not try and jump for it. "Eve give it back!"she ignores him and opens the letter and reads it, "Holmes?! As in the Holmes? Why is Mycroft Holmes inviting you to his wedding?" Q takes the invitation out of her hands, "None of your business Miss Noseypenny." She gasped "Is he your ex?" Q did a TV worthy spit-take. "Oh holy God, no. Just drop it Eve." he tried to move around her to go into the main room but she blocked him, "Are you going?" He looked at her sternly, "Drop it." "Oh I will. For now."

It was that moment R knocked on the door and entered, "007 is back." Both Eve and Q looked confused simultaneously asking "Already?" R nodded and headed back out. Soon after, James came through the sliding door at the back of Q-Branch smiling and wearing a new grey suit. He walked into Q's office smiling, "Well now it's a party." Q smiled "I hope you showered first." Q's phone buzzed along the table, he picked it up and almost dropped it again his face paled. Eve and James stepped closer, "Q? You alright?" "Uh. No. I need to get out of here." Before anyone could ask why everyone in Q-Branch gasped. They all turned to see a tall figure in a navy coat and scarf with messy hair walking up the isle to Q's office. "Oh bugger."
"Is that-" Eve was interrupted by Q, "Yes it is. I'm not here." James leaned in, "It's a glass office Q, I think he's already spotted you." James reaches for his gun but Q puts his hand on his arm, "Not necessary. I'll deal with him." However Q panics as the man gets closer, their eyes meet and his are cold. Q reaches over the desk and pushes the button at the side, the door slams closed and the light turns from green to red. The man gets to the glass door and smiles, "Oh come now, we both know I can get through this."

He takes out a key-card and slips it into the door, the light turns green and the door unlocks. "Now would you stop being childish." Q points at him "Do not come into this office." The man stops at the door-frame and then purposely makes a show of putting his foot inside the office. Q scoffs, "And you're calling me childish?" The man smiled "You were always so territorial as a child, I see that hasn't changed." Q sighed, "What do you want, Sherlock?" Sherlock walked into the office and sat down in Q's office chair. "Mycroft says you wanted to apologise to me." Q snapped. "Absolutely not! Now get out of my chair Lockie before I put you in a headlock." Sherlock scoffed, "Please, like you could catch me. You've gained a bit of weight since I last saw you." Q rolled his eyes, "That's because the last time you saw me I was 20." Sherlock leant forward on Q's desk, "And who's fault was that?" Q put his hands on his hips and raising his voice "Yours!"

Sherlock's eyes flicked around the room, flicking over Eve and then James who were standing shocked by the bickering. He smiled evilly "Oh my my you have been busy." "Oh don't start." Sherlock stood up and moved around to the side farthest from Q. He looked James up and down, "So this is the man have sex with my brother?"
"THAT'S IT!" Q lunged for Sherlock, tackling him to the ground. James was about to intervene but Eve stopped him, "Do you really want to get in the middle of this?" she said smiling. Sherlock had pushed Q off him and straddled him and began... tickling him? Q burst out into fits of giggles, "Stop it!" he cried out, Q grabbed Sherlock by the hair and flipped him over, now having the upper hand he put a struggling Sherlock in a headlock. He face was now close to Sherlock's, their long legs were in tangles with each other. "Not another word, Sherlock. You hear me?"

Sherlock was interrupted in his reply by a new voice. "Oh. Honestly. Sherlock I told you to wait for me." Looking up slightly Q saw extremely shiny shoes and an umbrella point. Q got up off of Sherlock, using him as a support which made Sherlock groan. "I was fine Mycroft. I had the situation all under control." That made Mycroft and Q snort at the same time and Eve and James whipped their heads to the two men, their snorts sounded identical. Mycroft turned to Eve and smiled, "Ah Miss Moneypenny. Could you tell M I will be up to see him shortly." Eve nodded and turned to Q, "I'll talk to you soon?" Q nodded and she left.

James took this moment to speak. "What in God's name is going on here?" Q sighed, "Bond this is Mycroft and Sherlock Holmes. My older brothers." If Q wasn't so frustrated he would take a picture of James' face. "What?" Sherlock piped up, "I'm sure hearing impairment is not good for a double O agent." "Sherlock shut up." Q spat.

Turning to Mycroft, "Why are you two here?" Mycroft stood straighter, "You said you wanted Sherlock to apologise to you, well here he is." Sherlock gaped, "You said he was going to apologise to me." Mycroft sat down, on Q's office chair, "Well I lied."
James interrupted again, "Apologise for what?" Q turns to James, "Sherlock thinks it's my fault that-" Sherlock pointed at Q, "It is your fault. You know it!" Before Q could respond, his phone rang. As did James'. Then Mycroft's. Sherlock scoffed, "Oh am I the only one not invited to the party?" Q smirked, "Yes actually, let the adults take care of this, Sherlock. Go home."

"Adults? I'm older than you!" Sherlock shouted at his brother's back.

Q laughed and spoke to R when walking past, "See that he doesn't leave with anything." Looking back at Sherlock who was inspecting his workspace.

"Search him thoroughly." He added winking.