Sherlock and John decided to remain at the cottage for a few extra days while the doctor recuperated from his injuries.

Mycroft had insisted that they keep the security detail in place until Sherlock pointed out that they were, "A bunch of complete and utter morons that couldn't even keep a single sniper from ruining a perfectly good blowjob."

Lestrade had choked on his tea at that point, but recovered quickly. He and Mycroft left in short order after the politician's men had taken care of all of the necessary procedures.

Mrs Hudson received a lovely phone call assuring her that both of her boys were alright, and would be home in a few days to resume their normal lives of setting things on fire and shooting walls.

John was sure that she would enjoy the peace while it lasted.

The good doctor was also correct in his assumption that Victor Trevor would not be heard from again, though the factuality of his death was still questionable, at best.

There is one thing that can be said.

Miscalculations happen.

And for Sherlock Holmes, this one (and only this one) was acceptable.