AN: A thousand and one thanks to Lilsherlockian1975 for being an amazing Beta and keeping me on track. You're the best, Lil! Any mistakes that are there are mine. The whole story is complete and will be published regularly.
I own neither Sherlock nor Cabin Pressure. A fact that saddens me greatly.
JUNE
Bing Bong
'Ladies and gentlemen, we are now beginning our descent into London. Put away your tray tables and return your seats to the upright position or I will come back and do it for you imbeciles who cannot follow a simple direction.'
Bing Bong
'Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I would just like to apologize for the Captain's curt manner. If you would like to lodge a complaint, you will find a pamphlet in the back of the seat in front of you with the phone number and email of our C.E.O. who will gladly add it to our growing list. Thank you.'
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Mycroft rubbed a hand over his face. 'Seven, Sherlock. Seven complaints from a flight of 15 passengers during a 1 hour flight from Amsterdam.'
Captain Sherlock Holmes smirked. 'My best yet.'
'It's not something to be proud of, you twat,' John snapped beside him. The First Officer crossed his arms and glared at his friend. 'You're going to put us out of business if you keep going on like this.'
'Don't be ridiculous, John,' Sherlock waved his friend's concerns off with a dismissive hand. He stood and straightened his fitted uniform. With a wink and cluck of his tongue, he spun on his heel.
Standing and leaning his arms on his desk, Mycroft leveled a firm glare on his baby brother's back. 'Shape up, Sherlock. I'm not above firing you. Or hiring somebody to keep you in line; someone who doesn't encourage your unseemly behaviour.' At that, he gave a knowing look at John, who had the decency to turn his head in guilt.
Sherlock paused at the door. But then, with a silent scoff, he whipped open the door and strode out of Mycroft's office, confident that his elder brother would not follow through on the weak threat.