Sherlock/ mentalist crossover

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221b Baker Street had been quiet all month, John mused with a slight grimace. A puff of smoke billowed from the kitchen setting off the smoke alarm. By quiet, he meant that there had been no new cases to occupy his flatmate mind and the flat had been paying the consequences for the past two and a half weeks. The man in question wandered out of the kitchen with what looked like the remains of a melted jar.

'John' the doctor didn't look at him, instead he carried on reading the paper.

'yes Sherlock?' his tone made it clear he was annoyed, Sherlock knew this but he carried on anyway.

'we're out of milk' John sighed and put down the paper. He glared at the man and got up, slipping into a jacket. He'd learnt the hard way that a milk deprived Sherlock Holmes was by far the worse thing that he had ever had the misfortune to face.

'I don't see why you can't go out and fetch it yourself. This must be the forth time I have gone into that bloody Tesco's this week' he wrenched the door open to find Mycroft standing politely on the doorstep. His train of thought cart wheeled has he tried to remember what he was supposed to be doing. Mycroft took this as an invitation and walked past the still frozen doctor. Sherlock poked his head round the kitchen door and proceeded to scowl at the elder Holmes. Mycroft ignored him and began to speak

'Sherlock, I have a case of the utmost importance-'

'not interested' came a surly remark that cut the elder off. He hesitated then continued

' to be quiet honest, dear brother, I do not care if you are interested or not. The government requires the best and so you will work this case whether you want to or not' the detective turned to John for support and received none. His face fell. Being a 'minor' role in the government, Sherlock knew his brother had the power to force his compliance and since his doctor seemed to be annoyed with him he wouldn't help him much either. His shoulders sagged slightly has he accepted.

The MI6 headquarters was one building John would have been happy not to see the inside of. Mycroft lead the doctor and Sherlock through the building to his office. Alice, as she was being called today, opened the door and stepped aside. The office was spacious but Sherlocks' eyes focused on the five people already in the room.

'Sherlock, John, meet the CBI's top team.' the detective scoffed at the same time as a mousy haired man in the team

'Sherlock!' john hissed at the same time a woman with dark hair said 'Jane' in the same annoyed tone. They looked at each other apologetically. Mycroft sighed

'well, this has clearly got off to a great start.' he walked over to the small group and gestured to one of the women. 'this is Teresa Lisbon and her team-' he then proceeded to point out Kimball Cho, Grace Van-pelt, Wayne Rigsby and finally Patrick Jane. He then introduced John and Sherlock to the CBI team. Sherlock, whose was now thoroughly bored, said in an irritated voice.

'ok, so you've got your little super team together now can we just get on with it.' John groaned. This was going to be a trial, he just knew it.