"What are you doing with that?" Mycroft asked as he came down from his temporary bedroom.

"Hacking." Sherlock replied, not looking up from where he was typing on Mycroft's laptop.

"How did you get that? I took it upstairs with me." Mycroft continued with a frown, walking over and holding his hand out.

"You sleep like the dead, especially with the sedative..." Sherlock muttered, slamming the laptop shut and handing it over.

"Sedative? What day is it?" Mycroft demanded, looking at the clock on the kitchen wall.

"That's completely wrong." Sherlock pointed out, watching him with a smirk on his face.

"Where's my phone?" Mycroft demanded with a frustrated huff.

"Here you go, brother dear." Sherlock said, throwing it to Mycroft.

Mycroft caught it and unlocked the screen, "It's Tuesday? I've been sleeping for three days?" he shouted.

"Calm down." Sherlock sighed, getting to his feet, "You're completely overreacting."

"How am I overreacting, Sherlock?" Mycroft demanded, glaring at his brother.

"Believe it or not, you being out of it for three days is part of the plan." Sherlock replied, "You're missing, everyone's looking for you."

"I'm missing?" Mycroft repeated with a frown.

"Yes, you're missing and this is the last place anyone will look for you." Sherlock explained, "Your phone hasn't stopped ringing. The Prime Minister is desperate to get you back."

"Isn't it suspicious that you have my phone and laptop?" Mycroft asked, sitting down in John's chair.

"No. I dumped your phone in a backstreet in the East End and had the police find it for me. Your laptop was brought to me by MI6. They seem to think it may contain information about where you're hidden." Sherlock replied, putting his feet up on the coffee table.

"I can't leave your flat." Mycroft realized with a sigh.

"Yes, you've got to stay with me." Sherlock replied with a chuckle.

"Lucky me." Mycroft muttered.

The front door slammed shut and John trudged up the stairs, shopping bags in his hands.

"Oh, you're up." John said, looking straight at Mycroft.

"Yes, after being sedated for three days." Mycroft replied, giving John a fake smile.

"I had nothing to do with that." John said, putting the shopping down in the kitchen, "That was all Sherlock's doing. He insists that it worked though."

"It did work. No one suspects that he's here." Sherlock said defensively.

"Sorry." John added to Mycroft, "It's not nice to wake from sedation. He's drugged my drinks many times."

"They were experiments, John!" Sherlock protested with a frown.

"I know, I know." John replied softly as he made tea, carefully pouring a small amount of milk into each cup.

Mycroft opened his laptop and found it to be on the network log-on page. He began typing in his username.

"You can't log on!" Sherlock warned, jumping up and reaching for the laptop, "If you log-on without any hesitation then they'll know it's not me. I know your username and password because you're obvious and predictable, but I'm pretending to enter the wrong things for their sake. They are watching for any activity from you."

Mycroft sighed, "I can't work as that will give away my location, so what can I do?" he asked.

"You can watch daytime telly." John replied, handing Mycroft a cup of tea, "I think Bargain Hunt is on BBC1."

"What's that one that I like shouting at?" Sherlock asked, accepting his cup of tea from John.

"The Jeremy Kyle Show." John replied with a sigh, "We're not watching that."

"Why not?" Sherlock demanded, "I like that one!"

"You just shout at it. I don't need both of you shouting. The neighbours have been complaining about you already this week." John replied, sitting down on the sofa.

"It sounds like I missed much while I slept against my will?" Mycroft asked, sipping his tea.

"He was incredibly loud and chaotic. We're lucky the police didn't pay us a visit with the amount of gunshots that were coming from his bedroom." John sighed.

"I was experimenting the damage inflicted to certain materials by a bullet." Sherlock argued.

"Of course you were." John muttered, sipping his tea.

Mycroft watched the two of them and smirked a little. Their petty bickering was amusing for him to listen to.