Sherlock was running around in the restaurant searching for clues to what had happened.
"Why are you here? I haven't called you, why are you here?" DI Lestrade stopped him with a pull on his arm when he wanted to check the dead body again.
"I was already here." Sherlock snorted at the DI.
"And why?" The DI asked already annoyed by the Consulting Detective.
Sherlock gave him the 'Are-you-really-that-stupid?' look "To eat. Food. That's what people do, I've been told." Sherlock exclaimed dramatically. John sniggered in the background.
"He was on a date here with his partner." Anderson threw in giggling to himself.
Sherlock looked at Anderson in disgust and walked over to John and pulled him back to the body where Lestrade, Donavan and Anderson were. He held John's left hand up and proclaimed theatrically "As you can see John is already married and not to me as you can see." He held his left hand up, John rolled his eyes.
The yarders looked astonished at the golden wedding band on John's left hand and nobody saw the tall figure stepping closer to the group and positioning himself behind John and Sherlock.
"Ah, yes. My brother is speaking the truth." The tall man said calmly with a trained fake smile slipping his hand over John's soldiers.
Lestrade stiffened when he saw the same wedding band on the left hand of the British Government.
He turned slightly to Sherlock "Are you done here, little brother?" He asked smoothly
"They won't let me examine the body again." Sherlock pouted.
"Now, now, Sherlock I think you can manage one murderer not being solved by you."
Sherlock opened his mouth but shut it again and only nodded giving Anderson an ugly glare.
"Sir, there is a car waiting, I'll bring you to another restaurant." A women explained.
"Ah, perfect." The British Government said clapping his hands together.
"Detective Inspector, I think you won't need my brother or my husband today and if you should don't try to contact them." The British Government said turning around tugging his two companions with him. The DI could hear Sherlock muttering that eating slowed down his mind and John scolding him for not eating for so long and the British Government laughing.
"Sir, what was that just now?" Donavan asked her face betraying what her even tone didn't.
"That was the British Government, Mycroft Holmes with his little brother, Sherlock Holmes and as it seems his husband, John Watson. And I wish I was kidding when I say that, I hope we never get cross with them." The DI said turning his head away from the trio and onto the dead body in front of him.
A/N: First published on archiveofourown under the same pen name :).
Not beta read, if you find errors of any kind, please feel free to tell me :3.
So season three fucked me up, like really badly, so I'm ending stories I never finished but have now motivation to do so -escaping the new hiatus and season three.