OMG so embarrassed right now! I am so sorry for posting my Star Trek Chapter instead of this one, I was really tired after writing for a prolonged period of time and I'm not feeling very well! Please forgive me and I hope this makes up for my stupid mistake!

So this was meant to be a lot shorter, but I couldn't stop myself once I began. This time James meets the other Holmes brother and his friends. I want to dedicate this to my good friend Pakmai as a small (probably terrible) Christmas present for posting loads of new, amazing chapters of 'Friends become Family, Holmes Christmas' which everyone should so check out because I feel it's under-appreciated! I hope you all have a fantastic Christmas and New Year, 'cause I doubt I'll be posting for a while since I have Mock exams after Christmas. Enjoy and please review!

James watched the scene unfold before him, a small smile tugging at his lips as police cordoned off the area around the body, lying in a boneless heap on the damp, grey pavement. As instructed, James had met his target-an arms dealer with connections to a number of dangerous terrorist cells across the globe-and administered the fatal poison after discovering a cache of stolen weapons from a military base. The murderer had promptly succumbed to the toxic fluid-courtesy of Q and his minions-in his blood stream and had collapsed in the centre of Trafalgar Square, mere minutes after James had supposedly 'done business' with the dealer and wandered into the heaving crowd for a less suspicious vantage point. Now, he was amusedly watching the police taking over the situation and followed the arrival of the unlucky detective assigned the unsolvable case with interest.

"Lestrade!" a woman with curly brown hair called to the older man in an irritable greeting, just as another dark-haired man looked up from his examination of the body.

Donning a police cap and abandoning the inconspicuous brown coat concealing his 'borrowed' police uniform, James stepped into the area to stand guard at near the body, cautiously listening to the small group of detectives as Lestrade crouched down beside the body.

"Careful, 007." Q spoke quietly through the com-link in his ear, his bored tone making James smile as he scanned the throng around him "Neither of us would look particularly good if you got caught. I trust you haven't left behind any obvious evidence of foul play."

James sniffed disdainfully but did not reply to his Quartermaster, only keying into the conversation continuing over his shoulder and smirking at Q's annoyed huff.

"Donovan, Anderson, what have we got?" the grey speckled Detective Inspector addressed them in turn, his eyes not lifting off the man's prone form.

Donovan stepped forward as Anderson grimaced "John Doe here just went and had a heart attack according to CSU."

"Then why were we called in?"

Anderson pointed to the tattoos littering the man's neck before pulling up the coat sleeves "These are all marks associated with violent terrorist groups. One of the officers who worked the case saw them when he was deployed in Afghanistan."

All of a sudden there was a commotion at the other end of the tape and everyone turned as an annoyed voice shouted loudly "Sherlock!"

A moment later, a tall figure dressed in a long coat with dark, curly hair emerged from a group of police officers; walking purposefully toward the others around the body and James heard Donovan and Anderson groan. Another man quickly followed the first; shorter, with blond hair and wearing a thick, beige woollen jumper beneath his own black jacket and he looked slightly panicked as he apologised to the officers he passed. Sherlock…James recognised the name but struggled to place to place it as he scrutinised the new arrivals. The young man bounded up to Lestrade, offering him a small, slightly mocking smile as he bent down and examined the corpse; the blond looking more wearied as he rolled his eyes and shook the Lestrade's hand amicably.

"Sorry Greg, as soon as he heard about this…well, let's just say I don't think anyone could stop him. He was driving me insane in the flat and he hasn't had a case for at least two days."

Lestrade offered a knowing smile in return and looked down at Sherlock as he rifled through the victim's pockets "I understand, John…I'm afraid you're going to get disappointed though, Sherlock."

"This man is an arms dealer."

Everyone turned to Sherlock's sudden statement and Donovan blurted disbelievingly "What, freak?"

"This was no accident," Sherlock continued, unaffected by the detective's bitter insult "This man was murdered…by a trained assassin no doubt."

Standing up, Sherlock turned to John with an excited gleam in his eye "Finally… a case that may actually be worthy of my deductive ability!"

"Wha-What case, Sherlock?" John asked in confusion, his eyebrows knotting together in his misunderstanding "How is this, a murder?"

"The CSU ruled cause of death as a heart attack, Sherlock." Lestrade added plainly, his hands sliding into his trouser pockets in a more comfortable position.

Sherlock huffed in annoyance "It must be so peaceful in pleasant in your dull minds. Don't you see? There's an injection point in the palm of his hand."

Anderson bent down and picked up the man's hand, turning it over so the others could lean in and see the skin where there was indeed a tiny red mark. James was a little shocked by the man's aptitude; noticing something he himself would not have seen unless pointed to it and he breathed quietly into the earpiece.

"Q, I think our mission may be compromised."

"What? How?"

"Someone just turned up at the scene and called foul play," James explained in a terse whisper, careful to keep his body language casual "I move now and he might learn of my position."

"What are you talking about James? Who's there?" Q paused for a second "I'm checking camera's now, give me a moment."

Returning to the other conversation, James listened to Donovan's annoying reply "That's just a tiny scratch. He could have got that anywhere."

"I don't know," John mused patiently, leaning closer to examine the wound "This does match with a typical puncture mark…see the bruising around the edge…but it's the smallest needle I've ever seen."

Sherlock looked victorious at his friend's conformation and flounced around the body theatrically "This man was meeting with someone for some kind of deal…or what he believed to be a deal. Our buyer had a device concealed in his hand so that when they shook hands, our victim was injected with a lethal poison that stopped his heart and replicated the symptoms of a heart attack."

"I'm guessing that this 'poison'…" Anderson stressed the word with a mocking tone "…is untraceable?"

"Of course,"

Donovan groaned again and turned back to Lestrade irritably "See! He concocts all these wacky theories and then when he knows he can't prove them, he makes up stupid excuses!"

"Quiet, Donovan." Lestrade commanded, looking both stressed and thoughtful at the same time "Sherlock, are you sure?"

Sherlock looked like it was the most ridiculous question he had ever been asked and was about to make some offensive retort but John stepped in between them and shot the curly haired man a dark look "What Lestrade is trying to say is that, why are you so certain this is murder?"

"I hacked Mycroft's phone," Sherlock replied casually, snatching his phone from his pocket and holding it up for the others to see "He was discussing an operation to bring down Demetri Vonakov, an arms dealer with ties to a number of terrorist cells in the East. An agent from MI6 was arranging to meet up in a public place under the alias Andrew Carver and discreetly terminate him once they confirmed the location of a number of weapons stolen from a hidden military reserve."

James' heart leapt into his mouth and suddenly he knew who he was dealing with: Sherlock Holmes, Q's older brother. He stiffened instinctively as he raised his hand quickly to his ear with a gentle, awkward cough.

"Q…it's Sherlock. Sherlock hacked your brother's phone and found out about the mission."

"Get out of there, 007." Q sounded panicked, and he could hear the genius frantically typing at his keyboard "He'll identify you in about two seconds; he won't be able to help himself from showing off, especially in front of John and Lestrade. I'll be there as soon as possible."

"Q, wait-" the connection clicked to signal it had ended and James cursed colourfully under his breath before deciding it was his cue to leave.

Checking that his gun was still securely concealed in the back of his trousers, James started to move away as the others started to question the second Holmes brother and he unobtrusively melted into the crowd again. Walking calmly, James ditched his clothing in a bin nearby and continued on his way; winding in between the streets and chuckling as he ducked into an empty back alley and headed for the extraction point.

He was just about certain he had lost anyone tailing him when a voice called out behind him "Morning, 007."

The voice was a deeper baritone that Q's and James screwed his eyes shut, sighting wearily as he turned round to meet the grey, stormy eyes of his older brother. John stood slightly apart from the other man, looking breathless as though they had chased James through the streets and James felt a confident smile morph on his face "I'm afraid you've got the wrong man."

"No I haven't."

The blunt reply was cold and cocky as a small smirk appeared on Sherlock's lips and James looked away for a second "What do you want?"

"You killed a man."

"An arms dealer and murderer."

"Still killed a man."

"And your friend hasn't?"

James had picked up the military stance John had fallen into and used it to his advantage, recognising the signs of a seasoned and professional soldier-one who missed the adrenaline and action of battle.

John flinched at the comment and looked a little hurt "That's not the same thing."

"You killed for Queen and country," James shot back darkly, glad that there was no one else around to witness the tense conversation "So do I. What makes us so different?"

John looked stumped by the question and fell into uncomfortable silence as Sherlock looked James up and down "You were in the Navy."

"Yes."

"How long have you been working with MI6?"

"Classified."

Sherlock looked disappointed by the answer and blinked slowly "You're high-ranking. You've impressed a good few people; my brother named one of his top secret operations after you. You must have made quite the impression."

"I've met Mycroft once, briefly." James replied honestly, finding himself strangely comfortable as he answered the taller man "I'm rather unsure of his opinions of me after just one meeting; he was more preoccupied with other issues."

"And what issues would those be?"

"Baskerville. It seems you two caused quite a stir down there."

Sherlock raised an eyebrow in surprise and John's eyes widened "How do you know about that?"

"As I said before, I was there." James said quickly, his tone holding the slightest hint of annoyance "Can I go now?"

Sherlock's narrowed his eyes at James, his lips a tight, thin line "Why are you telling us this?"

"Call it professional courtesy or misplaced trust…either way, I'm inevitably going to get away with Vonakov's murder and you two have no proof this conversation ever happened."

"Bond, stop showing off."

The darkness of the voice startled James and he turned around to see Q standing there just behind him, his expression deadly. Judging by the equally surprised look on Sherlock's face and the confused one of John's, there were just as caught off guard by the Quartermaster's arrival.

"Percival…" Sherlock muttered pensively, taking a step forward "What are you doing here?"

"Hang on…you know each other?" John interrupted loudly, looking between the two brothers nervously.

Sherlock glanced back at his friend before turning back to meet Q's stern gaze "John, meet Percival Holmes…my younger brother."

Q chuckled humourlessly "Hello Sherlock, it's a pleasure to see you again, big brother."

"You're…involved in this?" Sherlock asked hesitantly, his voice holding scepticism despite what his eyes so obviously told him.

"Yes, Sherlock." Q confirmed blankly, carefully stepping forward so he was beside James "Don't pretend you didn't know I worked in the secret service. 007 is one of my agents, I was his handler on this mission and if you don't mind, he and I have to have a serious discussion about avoiding my family members and not getting caught."

"That's a little cold for you, Percy." Sherlock almost seemed entertained now and a small grin slipped unconsciously over Q's features.

"It's Q, Sherlock; for Quartermaster." He grabbed James's arm as a sign they were leaving and James nodded his head in acknowledgment before giving the others another quick bow of farewell.

They started walking but Q stopped, turning to look back at the two men standing in the alley "Don't get involved in this, Sherlock. Just forget you and 007 here, ever met. I would hate to have to ask Bond to kill you."

With that, the young Quartermaster turned on his heel and left, James trailing appreciatively behind him. As they reached the SUV at the extraction point, Q turned to James with a dark expression.

"I can't believe you just gave away our entire mission to the world's only consulting detective. You know he's never going to let this one go now. I'm going to be pestered by both my brothers about everything that goes on at work."

James laughed a little "Sherlock didn't seem that bad…for a high-functioning sociopath. I was impressed."

Q looked alarmed by his confession and raised his finger in warning "Don't you dare make friends with Sherlock. That's a whole new level of crazy."