AN- Hello you lovely people. You can count this as my Christmas present to you all.

Sherlock burst into the room followed quickly by the CBI team. The air took on an eerie calm as the group waited to see who would fall. Red John fell to the floor with the knife jammed into his ribcage. Jane loomed above him, standing bent over double with the strain. Jim chuckled and picked the bullet out of the round hole it had made it his Westwood jacket.

'Red John might not be clever enough to wear bullet-proofing but that doesn't mean I am of the same disposition.' He chuckled again. 'Well, I guess you could say I dodged a bullet.' Sherlock brought his-well John's actually-gun out of his pocket and aimed it squarely at the man's head.

'Dodge this.' He growled, pulling the trigger.

Two days later

Lisbon stared at her consultant with little more than annoyance. He saw he expression then grinned wildly. She sighed and turned to the doctor, trying to ignore the armed men stationed a few metres away for everyone's safety.

'How do you control them?' She asked him. John smiled softly.

'First you give them a little bit of leash and then you take it away again when they don't do something right.' He answered. Sherlock harrumphed and folded his arms childishly. Teresa laughed and patted the doctors arm. He gave a sideways glance at the men Mycroft had placed as guards who were given strict orders not to let him out of their sight.

'I'll keep that in mind.' Her voice changed subtly. 'You'll get rid of them soon enough. I mean, I don't see why you have to be guarded in the first place but you'll get rid of them.' John smiled but his flatmate huffed.

'Have you not forgotten that he's murdered three people now?' Sherlock asked. The CBI agent looked puzzled.

'They found the CCTV footage. He only killed two.' She said quietly. John gave his friend a warning glance and the man shut up immediately. They looked at each other then burst out laughing, serious nature evaporating.

'What are they laughing about?' Van Pelt asked the team leader. Lisbon shrugged.

'I don't know, probably some English joke.' She replied.

Mycroft entered the room with his assistant before the conversation could develop further and handed the CBI agents their tickets.

'Thank you for the help, we appreciate it greatly, and my apologies for the… mishaps along the way. But at least now two of the worlds leading criminals are where they cannot harm anyone any longer.' He said in his posh British voice.

'Not exactly.' Jane spoke. 'That wasn't Red John. I knew it from the moment he was dead. Red John would never work with another and he would never move to England. It was a wild goose chase.' He explained. Lisbon made a frustrated sound and was about to chide the consultant but she noticed that the Holmes brothers were smiling brightly.

'Ah, I was wondering if you had noticed this.' Mycroft answered. 'I had reports of Red John flown in from American which happened while you were here. But that man, who ever he was, had a sadistic disposition the like of which I haven't seen in many years. And I do so loath copycats. You'll find your record of what happened here wiped clean. It was a case of self defence with an astounding amount of evidence in your favour and a notorious criminal now gone. I don't think you'll find any trouble.' He said with a grin.

' What about John?' Van Pelt asked. The elder Holmes looked at the doctor.

'That will take a little more time. He should currently be in a holding cell to Britain's most secure prison so I consider this to be a minor triumph. As strange as it may seem, I might have to weight for a disaster to make the law department see sense.' Mycroft replied. A mobile rang and Sherlock fished it out of his pocket. John groaned as the detective answered it.

'What?' Rigsby asked. The doctor looked at him.

'That particular phone was given to Sherlock by Moriarty so that he could contact him. The only person with the number for that phone is-'

'Moriarty.' Sherlock finished with a devilish smirk. Mycroft nodded to the guards who left the room.

'It seems the disaster that we so needed has arrived.' The elder Holmes mused.

Sherlock turned to leave when his blogger coughed and pointedly looked and the CBI consultant. The detective looked as if he were going to whine but something the soldiers eyes stopped him and he trudged over to the other man.

'Thanks for the help. You're welcome anytime.' He said in much the same way as a child who's been forced to say sorry would. He held out his hand and the consultant shook it.

'It's been a pleasure. I might have to take you up on that offer. I'm rather liking Britain.' He replied and smiled as the taller man bristled.

'No you won't.' Lisbon butted in to avoid further fights. 'You are needed back home.' She winked at the blond doctor, who winked back, then she dragged Jane away.

Outside a large car waited for the team.

'You didn't have to go to the expense of all this.' Lisbon said to the elder Holmes who waved away her concerns.

'Nonsense, this was no expense.' He replied.

'No. And I'm guessing the private plane we'll be using is no expense either.' Jane answered with a smirk. The rest of the team leader stared gob smacked.

'Private plane? What the hell are you on with?' Lisbon asked her consultant. Sherlock smirked.

'Oh, didn't you know? My dearest brother has his own private plane which he'll be lending you for the flight. If only so it's over there for picking up the big shot politicians over there for this meal he's having.' He said with a wave on nonchalance. Lisbon got into the car without another word. She really didn't have anything to say to that. John handed the red haired agent a note.

'Grace, if you feel anymore pain, hand this is at a pharmacy or any clinical place. They'll give you what you need. An for Gods sake get some rest. You look like you haven't slept the whole time you've been here.' The doctor said with a hint of a smile. Van Pelt nodded.

'Now John, remember to remain professional. She's a work colleague, not a girl from down the pub.' Sherlock chided. Rigsby's sheepish look managed to go unnoticed by most of the group as the attention was turned onto the doctor.

'Oh.' Van pelt said. 'You mean. You two aren't… well, you know.' She asked, getting floundered. John laughed.

'No, I'm not gay and we're not together.' He answered. Grace nodded, wondering how he was managing to take it so well.

'Scotland Yard seems to think the same thing. I'm used to the question, it's quite funny really.' John waved away. 'Besides, I guess living with this-' He gestured to Sherlock, '-isn't doing me any favours.' Sherlock smirked. The rest of the CBI agents got into the car and it pulled away down the drive to the airport.

'Oh my God. I really thought they were gay.' Van Pelt said with an air of embarrassment. Jane chuckled.

'Heh, well one of them is so you weren't far off.' He answered, closing his eyes and resting against the plane window.

'Oh, come on.' She complained. 'You can't leave it there! Which one? Does the other know? Oh, just answer me!' Jane chuckled but didn't reply. Grace looked to the team but they all stared back with blank faces. The red haired agent turned to face forward again and sighed in annoyance. She'd never be able to get to sleep now.

'God, I thought I was the only one who had to put up with an annoying consultant.' John said with a laugh. Sherlock pouted.

'I'm not annoying.' He replied. John scoffed but said nothing. The detective threw a pillow at him, which he swiftly dodged then hissed with pain as the scabs opened up again.

'John, be careful!' Sherlock yelled, leaping and pulling his flatmate in to check the wounds.

'You threw the cushion, you git!' John yelled back, smacking his hand away.

'Boys, it's three in the morning, could you please keep it down?' Mrs Hudson called from the bottom of the landing. The two men looked in the direction of the old woman then at each other, grinning wildly.

'I guess the rumours are about to get worse again.' John chuckled.

Mycroft smiled to himself, on the outside of the situation it appeared that they were no better off then they had been before. There were still the two most wanted men in the world at large and both teams had suffered…damages. However; the British Government could see the inner workings of a brilliant plan forming together. One that would rid the world of the two evils forever. But that was for the future. Now he had a country to run.

THE END

AN- And that really is the end. Of this story anyway. Does anyone what a sequel?
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