Hey there guys so this is my first story in a long long time so I thought that seen as 'Spectre' is coming out soon I thought I would do a story featuring our favourite spy and detective together. #BONDLOCK

I own none of the characters.

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Chapter One

"Ha, says the Sociopath."

"Well at least I'm not a womanizing, reckless, alcohol dependent spy who is well known for his overly developed trigger finger."

"You make that sound like a bad thing?"

"It is a bad thing."

"Women loving you and being a good shot is a bad thing? Let's face it you wouldn't know a thing about it. You have a very pretty woman throwing herself at you and you ignored her. Or was it that you don't know what to do with her? Then there is Irene Adler. What a woman…Or maybe it's women that are the problem?"

"OH FOR GOD'S SAKES…" Holmes exclaimed loudly. "I AM NOT GAY!"

"I didn't say you were. But now you come to mention it. How is John?"

"He's on honeymoon with his wife."

"What about the others? How's Molly? Still with Tom?"

"No."

"Great."

"What do you mean great?" Asked Holmes looking confused.

"Well if she's single and you have no intension of making a move on her I think I might pop over for coffee. Who knows she might want me to stay for dinner." Bond winked at him. He knew full-well what 'dinner' meant, he too had had the pleasure of meeting Irene Adler.

"Over my dead body." Sherlock looked down on the agent in front of him. He was getting sick of Bond now. They had been at each another's throats for a good twenty minutes and he could see Athena smirking, truly enjoying the sceptical of the two of them like this. Holmes liked Athena, but didn't understand what she saw in his royalist of a brother.

"Touchy."

"I mean it Bond you go near her and I'll make sure you'll be specking like one of the Bee Gee's for a month."

"Okay boys that's enough." Anthea spoke up. The two of them looked at the petite dark haired woman in the well-fitting black skirt and white blouse. "Your brother wants to see you Sherlock." She said putting her phone on the desk next her.

Holmes as if heading for the door left Bond and walked up to Anthea. "You're quite right our verbal sparring has gone on long enough." Sherlock picked up her phone. "So as a gentleman I'll stop as you wish, and as a gentleman I will not leave you in a room with such a man such as him." He turned to look at the 007 agent for a moment before facing her again. Holmes rang the most recent caller number and waited. 'Brother dear if you want to see me come and see me or would you like me to leave your goldfish alone with him.'

'Yes Mycroft she did.' Sherlock looked at the woman next to him clearly she had cotton on to what he and his brother where talking about and was blushing immensely.

'Why can't I? It's a free country ish.'

'Oh you mean it do you? Oh okay then I'll tell if I notice.'

'I'll see you soon then. Say hello to M for me.' Sherlock hung up and handed the mobile back with a smile.

'You're a prick.'

'Yes but you love it.'

'I don't love you.'

'No you love my brother no point hiding it. Why I have no idea.' he said as he walk round to sit at the desk. Propping his legs up on its top and began texting. Not ten minutes later in walked both Mycroft and M coursing the PA to blush again.

'Ma'am'

'Bond there you are. This is Mycroft Holmes.'

'Another one? Please tell me you're not like your brother Sir.' Said 007.

'Don't do that. Don't give him a title it will only go to his head and he's bad enough as it is.' Sherlock muttered.

'Hello Sherlock.' Said M sweetly.

'Hello M. How are you on this miserable Monday morning?' Sherlock looked over to her with a smile.

'Terrible dear. Shouldn't you be looking for McWilliams?'

'Done that. He's in a police cell and has been for the past four hours and before you ask his DNA is been tested as we speak.'

'Sherlock.' Mycroft growled. 'Why didn't you say anything?'

'Well there is no point in publicising something without evidence to back it up, it would only be wasting time.'

DNA matches that at the scene. – Molly

Please tell me that's all. I really don't want to get involved with this, anything to do with Mycroft means trouble for me. – Molly

Sherlock smirked at Molly's last text and gave the information to Mycroft. 'A copy of the results will be emailed over to you. I'm sure you have Lestrade's number. Good day M, Anthea. Oh and Bond remember what I said won't you?' With that he was out of that god forsaken office.

'Sherlock.' Shouted M 'You forgot something.' M pointed to her cheek with a smirk.

The detective couldn't help laugh at her. 'Where are my manners? Forgive me.' He smirked kissing her. 'Make sure to tease my brother. Just say goldfish every now and then if he gets out of hand.' Sherlock whispered before leaving.

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