Stupid Law 13

A/N: I apologise for my lack of updating but college got in the way. Back to the game now though… How will the boys fair with a new participant? Things are about to get crazy in Baker St.

Sherlock and John were sitting in the flat waiting for Mycroft to explode at them for the tag team effort of the day. Both men were fighting back giggles as Mycroft stormed up the stairs and burst through the door, nearly taking it off its hinges.

"Once, dear brother, I can accept but twice will see revenge beyond your imagination occurring in your not too distant future." With this John sniggered which caused Sherlock to break his cool, calm façade and collapse with laughter.

"Ooooohhhh now I'm scared Mycroft" Sherlock mocked before shivering dramatically. This was all too much for John who by now was lying on the sofa having what appeared to be some kind of fit. He was making weird noises into a cushion and was barely able to catch his breath.

Mycroft did not say another word to the two but stood in silence toying with the idea of telling them about his visitation in the airport. In the end he decided it would be fun to watch Sherlock dance plus he knew Moriarty was just bored and would not attempt to cause any real harm to his brother. Well at least he hoped so anyway.

He left the flat unnoticed as the boys were still very much unable to communicate or focus. This was the one thing he envied about his brother; the fact that he could find anything completely ridiculous and for a moment switch off from the world in which he found himself.

Sherlock and John didn't notice that Mycroft had left until he received a text from said brother ten minutes later which made for good reading in Sherlock's mind:

'I think it's time I let you out of the house again'- MH

'Why the sudden change of heart brother? -SH

'John is not acting the way I anticipated he would' – MH

Sherlock turned to John, a grin spreading across his face.

"Looks like our little scheme worked; I'm once again a free man John." John was grateful for this piece of information as it meant that he would regain his social life…well the precious few hours in which he escaped from the world of Sherlock.

The next few days were pretty uninteresting in Baker St. Sherlock helped Lestrade solve a few menial cases while John spent his days at work without fear of being attacked by his flatmate's brother.

He returned to the flat and noticed Sherlock pouring over a letter with a very official looking watermark at the top.

"Well John it would appear that we are to travel to Texas. An interesting case has arisen there involving an heiress and some ritualistic killings. This letter is from the F.B.I." He handed the letter to John who read it and found it just as interesting as Sherlock had stated.

Two hours later they were in the air travelling on a specially organised jet. John was wide awake and for some reason had a bad feeling about the trip, although he didn't think Mycroft would go to this length to get back at them. Still, he couldn't quite shake the feeling as they arrived at the scene of the latest victim.

Sherlock made his grand entrance, giving out about scene contamination, recovered all important details and had the cased solved by the time they reached the hotel that evening.

"Thought you said it was going to be interesting Sherlock!" John said as they sat down to dinner.

"Well it turns out that it wasn't….although…there could be something more sinister behind this trip." Sherlock gave John a look that both terrified and excited him at once.

"I presume you are thinking about Mycroft…but this doesn't really seem up his street as a revenge plot." John stated and Sherlock agreed as there had been no ridiculous laws broken during their brief visit.

One of the waiters came over with a package for Sherlock at that precise moment and John gave him a quizzical look. Sherlock was equally confused and looked at the package with trepidation. However, after a few minutes he decided to open it anyway.

"What's the worst that could happen, John?" Sherlock asked in all seriousness. In reality John could think of several worst case scenarios all of which ended in death. Sherlock, however, was already beginning to tear the corners of the paper. John watched on to gauge his reaction. His stomach dropped when his friend's face turned from blank to horrified.

"Ehh Sherlock what is it…What is wrong?" Sherlock turned to John noticing him for the first time in minutes.

"John we have to get out of here immediately and there is no time to lose." Sherlock then raced to the door but his escape was hindered by two police officers. They seemed to appear from nowhere but the boys were caught, although John was still not sure why.

"I don't think so Mr. Holmes…Dr. Watson...you can go and collect your package and accompany us to the station for a little chat."

"Sherlock what the hell is going on?" John started getting infuriated with the lack of response from Sherlock. Instead of an answer Sherlock handed him the package. John opened it and found it to contain the entire Encyclopaedia Britannica. This only confused John more

"What's the big deal Sherlock? It's only a book of information…why are we getting arrested for this?" John got his answer as they were booked into the cells for the night.

"Dr. Watson you are under arrest for holding a copy of the Encyclopaedia Britannica which is banned in the state of Texas due to the contents relating to the brewing of one's own beer at home." John looked incredulously at the arresting officer and laughed in his face. To think that John thought England had stupid Laws…this was really taking the biscuit.

"O Sherlock I can't wait to see Mycroft's smug face after this…" he began but was interrupted by a voice that sent a chill to his bones.

"Oh Johnnie boy Mycroft didn't come up with this plan…oh no… I wanted to see you dance again…it's just soooooo much fun!" Moriarty laughed.

"Well, Well Jim it would appear we meet again but know this…you will regret the moment you got involved in this game. IT IS SO ON NOW!" came Sherlock's voice from next door.

After all the day's events John couldn't help but issue a laugh, even if it was in defeat. Moriarty had planned it well and his execution was flawless. Sherlock appeared to be in the same sort of mood as within minutes of Jim's disappearance the two of them were in stitches.

"Well John…it would appear that we have entered a new phase of our little game…and this time it is going to be even more enjoyable!"

A/N: Sorry this is a bit long…got a bit carried away. Hope you enjoyed it. Let me know!