A/N: As suggested by the wonderful KathyG, I want to try a story where Mycroft and John develop a relationship where they see each other as family. I hope I can develop that realistically on this story. Please let me know what you think!

"What do you mean, there isn't another way out?" John asked sharply.

"I'm afraid I mean exactly that, Dr. Watson," Mycroft answered in his usual unruffled manner.

"As in, the only way out of this bloody place is being guarded by a group of trigger-happy, machine gun-wielding terrorists? As in, we're stuck?"

"You catch on pretty quick," Mycroft said affable.

John had never felt more like punching the living daylights out of that pompous man. "And you just don't care? I don't know about you, but I do have a daughter that's waiting for me to come home, and I'd like to so exactly that, preferably today, thank you very much."

"Coincidentally, I'd like to get out of here, too, preferably on my own two feet."

"So why are you just standing there, looking like you're enjoying a day at the beach? We need to do something!"

"I'm well aware of that, Dr. Watson."

John ran an agitated hand through his hair, and then let out a long breath.

"Well?" he asked, as calmly as he could manage.

"I'm trying to assess our situation, which would be simple enough if you weren't trying to engage me in conversation."

The doctor clamped his mouth shut, and turned around to face the wall. Perhaps, if he wouldn't see the man, he might still have a chance to control his urges.

After several tense minutes, Mycroft spoke up. "There is no sign that Sherlock was ever held here. I'm beginning to suspect that that the terrorists have never even gotten hold of my brother. Yet they must have known that Sherlock was currently incommunicado, or their ruse would never have worked."

"So you're saying that we've walked into a trap," the doctor said, his voice even more frigid than the the continent that gave the other man his codename. "And you somehow didn't cotton on to that until we were already settled nice and snug in the net."

"Precisely."

"You were the one who called me. You told me that Sherlock was in trouble. I trusted you!"

The government employee didn't respond, merely tapped his umbrella on the ground, looking thoughtful.

"I'll know better next time," John snarked.

When the other man still didn't respond, the doctor turned to face him directly. "So, what do we do now, Mycroft?"

The other man hesitated before replying. "We wait. They should be coming for us soon."

"And...?"

"I don't know," the British Government admitted, a faint hint of worry creeping into his voice. "There's no sense in fighting, even if we're both armed. There's just too many of them. I can't call for help, because there's no service here. But even if I could, it wouldn't help much."

"Of course not, this is a hostage situation. The rescue team can't come in with guns blazing, obviously," John snorted. "Well, that's just wonderful. I mean, you've lead us here on false information, got us trapped, and you have no clue how to get us out of here. I suppose it's a good thing I'm here. I, at least, am not giving up so easily."

The older man didn't seem to be affected by the stinging sarcasm. "Do you have a plan?" he asked him quietly.

"Not yet. But I will definitely come up with one. If I'm feeling magnanimous, I might even include your rescue somewhere in it."

"I suppose I should be expressing my gratitude," Mycroft responded dryly.

They both held their breaths as they heard the footsteps coming down the stairs. There was nowhere to hide in that dank cellar, where the duo had trapped themselves looking for Sherlock. There was nowhere to go, but to the fates that awaited them.

Four burly, armed men burst in, and a grabbed hold of their prisoners.. They quickly divested John of his gun, and Mycroft of his umbrella. The two men were bound, gagged and blindfolded, and then led into a vehicle, which immediately began rumbling away.

John felt the price of a needle in his upper arm. His last thought before he lost consciousness was, I will kill Mycroft bloody Holmes, if those bastard don't manage to do it themselves.