Sherlock hadn't had a case for a couple of weeks and he was bored which meant that he was destroying the flat.
"You are never going to find them," John said lying down on the sofa typing up his blog.
"John I either need cigarets or your gun," Sherlock said pausing in his destruction of the flat just long enough to spit that out at John.
"Sherlock can you please stop?"
"No, I must find them."
"Nope."
"Can I have a case then?"
"I have an idea," said John sitting up. "Why don't you go walk to Scottland Yard and go solve like a million unsolved cases?"
"I don't-," Sherlock got cut off by a ring at the door.
"You going to get that?" John asked.
Sherlock responded by collapsing in his chair.
"You are such a lazy bum," John sighed as he got up and went down stairs to open the door.
"Hello, Dr. Watson. Is Sherlock Holmes in?"
"Um yeah," John stumbled over himself. The young man standing in front of John was like a twenty year old version of Sherlock. "Um, who exactly are you?"
"Oh, sorry," the young man said extending his hand. "My name is Q Holmes and I am the third Holmes brother."
"What?!" John was stunned.
"I have a feeling that no one told you about me," Q said giving John a look.
"You could say that again," John said as he started up the stairs.
Q chuckled, "Well my brothers aren't very voluntary with information."
"Well that's an understatement," John said with a smirk. "So why are you hear?"
"Well, I guess you could call it a 'checking up on my siblings' trip," Q said with a sigh.
"So you don't work in London?" John asked.
"No, I work in London, I just work even harder than Mycroft."
"How is that even possible?"
"Well-,"
Sherlock cut him off, "So, Mathew, your name is Q now?"
"Nice to see you too," Q said flopping on the couch.
"So why are you really here?" Sherlock asked leaning really far back in his chair. "What's happened now? Agents dead? The world's going to end?"
"Nope I'm on holiday," Q said kicking his feat up on the coffee table.
"So the world is going to end," Sherlock said.
"Yup, pretty much."
"I am so confused," John mumbled heading towards the kitchen.
"Q is short for Quartermaster, which is the position Mathew holds in MI-6. Mathew is the king of nerds in the department of nerds in the British government," Sherlock informed John.
"What?!"
"M is going to kill me," Q said face palming.
"Oh you'll be fine," Sherlock said with a wave of his hand.
"So all of the Holmes work for the government?" John asked passing a cup of tea to both of them.
"Yeah," said Q taking a sip.
"Well that's just great," John said throwing his hands up.
"Yeah," they both said.
"Well," Q said standing up. "It was nice to meet you John, and Sherlock you are an ass as always," with that Q left.
"Well that was weird," John remarked.
"That's Mathew for you," Sherlock said picking up his violin and striking a tune.
As Q walked down the street he started to laugh. John was amazing and Sherlock was the same as always. His brother was in good hands.
