"I'm telling you, Mycroft, it was not my fault."

"Yes? And I had to bail you out because-"

"Oh, come on. It isn't my fault that John keeps a gun in his pocket." John harrumphed at Sherlock's remark. "For that matter, I didn't know it was there this time."

"And who will pay for the windows? I most certainly will not."

"May I plead insanity?"

"You were drunk, not insane. Although-"

"It was an experiment, Mycroft... I was testing the levels of alcohol that humans can ingest before complete intoxication."

"Brother, you expect me to believe that?"

"Yes."

"Err... In Sherlock's defense-"

"Shut up, John. I can protect myself."

"You would be best to take his advice, brother. I can only do so much. You need a miracle." Mycroft stalked out of the room.

John looked quizzically at Sherlock. Sherlock met his stare. "So WHAT?!"

John flinched. "Aighh. Not so loud."

"John it wasn't my fault."

"Well, we were drunk. I know that I shouldn't carry that gun around, but what business did you have in my pockets, anyways?"

"Checking for... I don't remember." Sherlock pinched the bridge of his nose. "I was drunk."

"Sherlock..."

"What?"

"Do you actually know what we did last night?"

"No... Arrghhh...This hangover is killing me." Sherlock rubbed his eyes." To my understanding, we got drunk, went to jail, and Mycroft bailed us out."

"We caused an incident, that's what. And you shot me in the foot."

"Nicked you. Doesn't count."

"Yeah? Tell that to my bandaged foot."

Sherlock bent over. "I'm sorry, Mr. Foot, for all the trouble I caused you last night."

"That isn't exactly what I meant."

Mycroft walked back into the room. "Good news!... Or bad, in the case of the British Nation. I have pulled a few strings, and you are free to leave-"

"Excellent! Come, John. We ought to get to St. Bart's." Mycroft stopped Sherlock before he reached the door.

"Not so fast, brother mine. I never finished. You are free to come and go as you wish inside the building, but unfortunately we are also giving you temporary asylum here in Buckingham."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"The good doctor never told you?"

"Told me what?"

"There are guards outside trying to keep away the throngs of people who wish to redeem the bounty on your heads."

"What? Bounty?" Sherlock turned to John, bewildered. "What is this all about?"

"The 'incident' was... Errr..."

"What?"

"It was international."

"WHAT?!" John grimaced at Sherlock's caterwaul.

"Congratuations, brother mine. You are now the two most wanted people in England and in France."

A/N Alright, I finally figured out how to get the divider, so here we go...

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