Lazy Sundays were the best. John and Sherlock would get cosy on the couch together and watch crap telly, Sherlock occasionally yelled at the people on the screen. John would make them tea, sometimes in bowls or beakers depending on whether there were experiments happening in the mugs that day or not. At least Sherlock never did anything to the kettle, not yet anyway.

The dull glow of light coming in from the window told John that it was getting to be late afternoon. Sherlock was half asleep with his head in John's lap, a steady hand stroked through his dark curly locks. John leant down and kissed Sherlock's forehead as his phone began to ring. The screen lit up and John glanced at it; only one person had that sort of caller ID.

John sighed, "Hello, Mycroft," he said indifferently.

"Ah, John, not interrupting I trust," Mycroft spoke casual and knowingly as ever.

"What do you want Mycroft?" the older Holmes was in John's bad books currently. He had found out that Mycroft had placed cameras all over their flat and they had been there for quite some time. John had been furious and Mycroft had only realised that he'd taken it too far when John punched him square in the jaw. Mycroft had removed all the cameras bar one at the front door of 221 Baker Street. John was still angry though, hence his cold directness.

Mycroft cleared his throat on the other end of the phone, "I have a case for you and my brother, and it is unlike any you have seen before."

Sherlock sat bolt upright, their eyes connected and John spoke into the phone, "We're listening."

"Meet me at the botanic gardens in one hour and all will be revealed," Mycroft answered mysteriously, "oh, and John, bring your gun, it could be dangerous."

Holmes' and their need to be enigmatic, "Fine, one hour, we'll be there," John hung up first and without saying goodbye.

XXX

James Bond had returned from his latest mission barely four hours ago. He had headed straight into MI6 in London to give his final mission report and fill out 'loss of Q branch equipment' forms, which he could do in his sleep by now. Q didn't really expect him to bring his gadgets back anymore did he?

Only thirty nine minutes ago had he opened the door to his flat, sat his bag down on the table and already he was balls deep in his Quartermaster.

James used to work out after a mission to wind down and rid himself of the excess adrenaline. Now, he and Q would fuck like rabbits until they passed out cuddled up together. Bond preferred this method by far.

"James!" Q gave him a light slap to the face and Bond refocused on him, "Stop thinking about work and fuck me!" he knew sometimes it was hard for James to come back to reality after a mission, especially long undercover ones; he just needed a little encouragement.

Bond smirked and there was something primal in it, "My apologies, Quartermaster."

Q loved and hated when James called him that in bed, but he didn't have time to protest as Bond pushed him further up the bed and began to thrust into him with renewed vigour. Q's hands wrapped around the smooth metal bars at the head of the bed, his breathing rapid as he pushed back in time with each thrust.

On the bedside table Q's phone lit up and started ringing loudly, James put a hand on the younger man's chest keeping him flat on the bed, his hand travelled up to press gently on Q's throat and then leant into his ear, "Don't even think about it."

"But-" Q tried to protest but James growled then bit his neck and sucked a large dark hickey on his collarbone, "Ahhh, James."

His hand moved from Q's neck to his engorged and leaking length. The younger man made a needy mewling noise and James knew his partner was close. A few firm strokes later and Q was yelling profanities, his knuckles white from the tight grip on the metal poles.

Feeling Q's intense orgasm around him was all Bond needed. He pushed into Q's tight warmth and released inside the younger man, grunting in pleasure.

They stayed in that position for a few moments to catch their breath, James caressed his lover's cheek, his own features less primal and more endearing. Bond lowered his mouth to Q's and kissed him softly but with passion, "I love you, Julian."

"I love you also," Q's eyes darted to his phone.

James sighed and rolled his eyes, "Go on, look at it, you'll only be distracted until you do, I need the bathroom anyway," he got up and left the room, Q wolf whistled at him as he left. Bond chuckled; no one had ever made him feel the way that Julian did.

Julian grabbed his phone, and a cloth to clean himself with. He saw that the caller ID was Mycroft and it was his turn to sigh. Q hit the 'call back' option and pressed the phone to his ear.

Mycroft answered almost immediately, "Hello, little brother."

"What do you need, Mycroft?" Julian was in no mood to deal with his oldest brother, especially since he'd only just gotten James back after two months without him.

"There is something I require you and your gadgets to take a look at. Bring your boy toy agent as well, it could be dangerous."

Mycroft always knew how to make Julian's blood boil, even as a highly successful adult he was still treated as a child, "James is not my 'boy toy' he is my lover, my friend and my partner, not that you would know anything about those things, you wouldn't know what to do with one of your goldfish even if you could catch one."

He had hit a nerve, "Botanic Gardens, one hour," Mycroft declared coldly then hung up.

Julian chucked his phone back onto the bedside table, he regretted picking it up.

Bond leant against the doorframe of the ensuite with his whole body on display, "You shouldn't let him get to you like that, you know he's just jealous because you're happy."

"I know, he's never approved of anyone I've been with, but immediately accepted Sherlock's first partner; John," Q was frustrated and a little bit bitter.

Bond sat down on the bed next to him and drew circles on Q's inner thigh with his fingertips, "It will be okay darling, relax, how long have we got?"

"An hour," Q replied, slightly breathless, James knew every trick to his body and it worked every time.

James knelt on the floor, "Spread," he commanded and Q immediately spread his legs for his lover. The agent went to work, making Q forget all about his tiff with Mycroft.

XXX

John and Sherlock were the first to arrive at the botanic gardens, and were immediately greeted by Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade just inside the main gates.

"Greg?" John and Greg shook hands, "What are you doing here?

"Uh," Greg rubbed his neck, "I've been working more, um, closely with Mycroft lately. He thought it would be best for me to meet you out here and bring you in to him," Lestrade admitted with a hint of red spreading on his cheeks.

John caught on after a moment, "Oh...well good for you Greg, you deserve to be happy."

"Early days yet, maybe we could grab a pint some time?" Lestrade seemed unsure about asking.

"Right, yeah, yeah, of course," John agreed to which Greg smiled. Sherlock just looked confused, "I'll explain later," John promised; Sherlock was a genius but he still didn't understand everything.

"Cheers, mate. Ah, here come the other two," Greg waved them over.

"Julian," Sherlock greeted his younger brother.

"Sherlock? Oh this must be big; Mycroft never calls us both in."

"John Watson," John offered his hand to James, "I don't believe we've met."

"Ah, Bond, James Bond. Pleasure to meet you, John," he took John's hand and shook it.

"It's good to see you again, Julian," John smiled.

"And you, Doctor Watson," Julian replied, "I'm sorry but I do not know you," he spoke now to Lestrade.

"Oh, I'm Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade," Greg introduced himself.

Julian looked him up and down, "Interesting."

"It's odd seeing that look on someone else's face." John commented with a smirk.

"What did I miss, John?" Sherlock didn't like being the one who didn't know what was happening.

"Your brother figured it out, I have no doubt that you will be able to deduce it as well," John told him, but peered at James, the man seemed unfazed but John knew he was taking everything in and he stood very close to Julian. Either partner or bodyguard John concluded.

Greg cleared his throat, "As fun as it is to be deduced by two Holmes' could we get on with it. Follow me."

They followed the DI up a wide path, John noticed that there was a lot of serious security around. He led them to a giant greenhouse, "I have to tell you that this is top secret and very few people are cleared to go in there."

John could tell Sherlock was getting excited next to him and Julian seemed to share the feeling. Mycroft certainly never called them in to anything dull.

Greg pulled back the door and they filed into the green house. There were exotic looking plants housed along the walls, in rows and hanging from the roof. There were many that caught the eye but John assumed that the big, pulsing, golden light hovering in the centre of the room was not a part of the attraction and probably the reason they were there. Mycroft was silhouetted in front of the strange light, he turned to face them, hands clasped behind his back, as they moved closer.

"Ah, good you're all here. Thank you, Gregory," Mycroft gave him a warm smile, "I believe you have all noticed the object that does not belong. We know very little so far, other than it is giving off a significant energy reading."

Julian and Sherlock immediately began inspecting the energy source. Greg, James and John watched, not entirely sure what they should be doing. Julian pulled out a small electronic device and scanned the light.

John had to know, he turned to James, "Are you Julian's partner or bodyguard?"

James glanced at him and smiled, "I suppose you could say both, we are together, much to Mycroft's disapproval, and I will always protect him from anything even if it costs me my life."

"Did he kidnap you too?"

"Kidnap?"

"Mycroft, when you first started seeing Julian?" John clarified.

"No?" James was confused.

"Oh, when it happens, you'll know, Mycroft has very strange ways of showing that he cares about his brothers. You should also check your place for bugs and cameras," John warned him sourly.

"I bug sweep once a week, we work within the British government also," James told him.

The Holmes Brothers regrouped ending their conversation. Julian started speaking to Mycroft immediately about the readings he was getting from his device, and soon they began listing the equipment Q would need.

Sherlock spoke loud and clear, "Has anyone tried touching it?"

"No, we don't know what it's made from yet," Mycroft answered, not turning his attention away from Q, "what a stupid question, even for you, Sherlock."

Sherlock came over to John hand outstretched, "I need the coin or button or whatever it is in your pocket," John handed him a coin and Sherlock whisked back over to the light, he threw the coin right through the centre before anyone could stop him.

His two brothers bolted to his side, but nothing happened, "It didn't come out the other side!" Q stated shocked.

"Fascinating," Mycroft added.

Unexpectedly, the brown haired head of a man appeared out of the light along with a hand holding the coin Sherlock had thrown through.

"Uh, hello, did somebody drop something?" the head enquired holding up the coin.

"Where are you from?" Julian asked.

"Ah, well now that's a long story. Why don't you come through and we'll work all this out. Don't worry, it's quite safe," the head told them.

Without hesitation, Sherlock announced "John, the game is on!" and he walked straight through the light after the head.

"Do you think that this is a good idea? We don't even know who that man is," Greg questioned.

John smiled, "Greg, we both know that I would follow Sherlock to the ends of the earth. Don't try to tell me that you both wouldn't do the same for a particular Holmes."

Greg shrugged in timid agreement, "Good luck," it was the only thing left for him to say.

"We'll get that pint when I get back," John assured him.

James reached into his jacket, pulled out his Walther and offered it to John.

Watson pulled out his own gun just enough to show it to James, "I appreciate the offer, but I'm covered, thank you."

James smiled and nodded, "I think the three of us should get a pint after this."

"Agreed," and with that John took off after Sherlock, to the ends of the earth, or maybe beyond...