Hey everyone, welcome to my new story! This is a continuation of my oneshot "A Totally Normal Family Meeting" which is a crossover about Sherlock and James Bond. It would be good if you have read the story before starting this, but it's not completely necessary. I hope you like the first chapter, which is rather an introduction. Please let me know what you think, that would be awesome! I'm not sure yet how many chapters this story will have in the end, but I think it will be a little longer.

I don't own the characters or places!

"I still can't believe that we had to leave the flat for this, John." Sherlock muttered. "What a waste of time."

"You have to admit that she sounded desperate when she came to us." John threw in and looked over his shoulder meaningfully.

Sherlock scoffed. "They all do and most of the time, it's never justified."

He sighed. "You solved the case and made her very happy, Sherlock. Doesn't that mean anything? And do I have to mention that you were bored the entire morning?"

"We had to stand in the rain for nearly an hour." His boyfriend muttered and John kept his mouth shut for the rest of the walk back to Baker Street. He knew when it wasn't of any use to discuss with Sherlock.

Everything had started as a normal morning at 221 B Baker Street. After waking up together and kissing for some time, they stood up to have breakfast. Sherlock had been in a bad mood for a few days now since there hadn't been a good case. Normally, John could deal with his boyfriend being like this, but these days, it was incredibly difficult to lead his mind away from things. He didn't even let John distract him with kisses and touches. That was quite unusual.

That's also why John felt relieved when there was a knock on the door and a client walked in. Actually, he'd hoped for Greg to stop by, but most probably, he was busy at work or with Mycroft. His best friend spent more and more time with Mycroft Holmes and John already suspected that they were together and just hesitated to tell everyone else about it. He was happy for them, they were a good couple. It was about time that Greg found someone who could make him happy. As for Mycroft... well, he genuinely cared about Greg and that was enough for John.

Their client was an old lady, Mrs. Smith, and she was very desperate. Her husband vanished from one day to another and no one knew where he could be. He also didn't leave a note. But that wasn't the strangest thing about everything. All the photographs of their dog were missing as well, just like her favourite pair of shoes. In the garden, there were strange signs drawn into the ground.

John and Sherlock didn't need to think about it twice. They accompanied the old lady to her home to have a look at things. It was just like she said, the photographs were missing. Then they went to have a look at the signs in the garden – only to discover that it was raining heavily by now. Even before, John had noticed the unhappy frown on Sherlock's face, but in the rain, his expression resembled a storm.

They looked at the signs for a long time, but John couldn't see any pattern in them. To him, it seemed as if someone had drawn random symbols into the earth. The rain didn't make it any better, slowly water was filling the several lines on the ground.

In the end, Sherlock had sighed deeply and turned to Mrs. Smith with crossed arms, demanding to know when her husband left her and why she tried to make it look like he vanished so hard. Of course she denied everything for some time and only gave in when Sherlock stated all the facts why she'd faked those mysterious things herself. It turned out that her husband indeed left her a few days ago, saying that he couldn't stay with her any longer. Since she feared that it would ruin her reputation, she'd decided to make it look like he just vanished. Unfortunately, Sherlock Holmes had discovered her secret without problems.

Her house wasn't far away from Baker Street, so they'd decided to walk back in the rain. They were wet anyway so it didn't make a difference. On their way, Sherlock didn't stop complaining about that case.

Now they entered their flat and John sighed in relief when the warm air hit him. Even if it was spring now, the weather was still far too cold for his liking. The rain didn't make it any better. He peeled off his wet jacket and ran a hand through his soaked hair.

"You're right, we should have stayed at home." He muttered and Sherlock raised his eyebrows. His dark hair was also completely wet and when he took off his coat, John saw that the white material of his shirt clung to his skin, not hiding his muscles at all. He swallowed.

"Why that sudden change of mind? I thought you wanted to help her so badly, John. Didn't you just say -" Sherlock stopped suddenly, noticing the way John looked at him. Slowly, his sceptical expression was replaced by a smirk. Apparently, this trip had lifted his spirits anyway.

John approached him and smiled. "Do you know what would be great now?" He leaned closer, his lips nearly touching Sherlock's. "A hot shower."

"I like the sound of that." Sherlock whispered and leaned in to close the distance between them. His lips were cold, but John didn't care. He kissed him back eagerly, running his hands down Sherlock's arms slowly. Then they found the buttons of his shirt and he opened them one by one. When he was done, he shoved the wet material down his arms and it landed on the ground.

When his arms were free, Sherlock's hands found their way under John's wet pullover and he pulled it upwards, making John chuckle because of his eagerness. The pullover joined Sherlock's shirt on the ground. Sherlock ran his hands down John's chest slowly and smiled. "I love you, John."

"I love you too, Sherlock." He whispered and kissed Sherlock's shoulder, his mouth wandering lower and lower...

The door to their flat burst open without a warning. They'd both been too distracted to hear the footsteps on the stairs. "Sherlock, a letter has arrived for you some time ago. It looks quite important. Are you – Oh my god!" Mrs. Hudson shrieked when she saw the position they were in, John nearly on his knees in front of Sherlock and Sherlock's hands buried in his hair.

John stumbled to his feet and took a step back hastily while Sherlock just stared at Mrs. Hudson. "Didn't we tell you to knock dozens of times before, Mrs. Hudson?" He asked loudly, not seeming to care in which position their landlady had just seen them.

Mrs. Hudson laughed, which made everything even worse for John. "I've seen worse in my life, Sherlock." She held up the letter with a grin. "Let me just give this to you and then you can continue where I interrupted." She winked at them, handed Sherlock the letter and vanished again, closing the door behind her with a loud thud.

"Way to ruin the mood..." John muttered and exchanged a long look with Sherlock. It wasn't like they hadn't been caught before, but it was uncomfortable anyway. At least they still had their pants on this time.

"Who sent the letter?" He asked to change the subject, knowing that they wouldn't continue what they'd been doing until Sherlock had looked at that letter anyway.

Sherlock looked at the envelope. "I don't know." He ripped it open and gestured for John to come closer.

"What is this? "John asked with a frown when he read the letter.

"This is what we've been waiting for." Sherlock explained, a wide smile on his lips and a gleam in his eyes. "I think it's time to call the others. The game is on."

"You didn't miss anything, 007." Tanner explained when he opened a door for James so he could walk through first. "Everything is calm in London. Though M isn't sure that it will stay like that for much longer. On the last international conference, there was another argument."

"China?" James guessed and raised his eyebrows, but Tanner shook his head.

"South Africa." He said simply, making James grimace. "But that shouldn't concern you yet, Bond. I'm sure M will inform you once it gets urgent."

"I know he will." James muttered and smiled at Tanner when the other man said goodbye after his phone rang.

He continued his way towards Q Branch on his own, not unhappy about being alone for a while. The last mission had been exhausting. He had to rescue a woman from a group of terrorists in Switzerland and once they were on their way back to the UK, she couldn't stop talking. Otherwise, the mission was uneventful. He even had all his equipment. He was sure Q would be thrilled by that.

When he entered Q Branch, he was met by the sound of loud voices. Loud and angry voices. When he recognized who was yelling, he fought back a sigh.

"Are you out of your mind? I could have died there! What if I'd jumped from that rooftop a little more to the right? Then I'd have missed the bloody river!" 004 shouted at Q, who listened to everything with a neutral expression on his face. All around, the other employees of Q Branch kept working as if nothing happened. By now, they were used to 004 and his outbursts when a mission didn't go as expected.

"May I remind you that you would have died if you didn't jump as well?" Q said calmly, his quiet voice a sharp contrast from 004's shouting. "You were being chased by seven people." Seven, huh? Seems like that mission went wrong indeed.

"Only because you led me into this dead end." 004 argued.

"It wasn't a dead end." Q rolled his eyes. "If you would have stopped for a second, you would have found the lever behind the plant. Then they would have never found you and you could have just walked out of that building without problems."

"That's not true." James tried his best not to make a noise at that. Q would never lead someone into a dead end without a reason. 004 was an idiot when he didn't believe him.

"If you say so." The quartermaster shrugged. "Next time, you can accomplish your mission without a guide. Then we'll see how that works."

"You wouldn't do that." Even if he just saw his back, James could imagine that 004 was a little paler now.

"Since you don't seem to trust me, yes, I would." Q said simply. "You didn't miss the river, so stop complaining. You even escaped."

"The water was freezing cold." 004 kept arguing.

Q held up his hands. "If you would have listened to me, it wouldn't have been necessary."

004 sighed. "This whole mission was a disaster! And the first thing you do when I come back is complaining because I lost a bloody laptop."

"Do you know how much that laptop was worth?" When it came to the equipment of the Double-Oh's, Q was always deadly serious. He hated it when someone didn't bring back everything. Especially expensive laptops that were nearly impossible to built.

Before 004 could say anything else, Q sighed. "Anyway, try to bring everything back next time. Now you should leave, 004. I'm sure M wants to speak to you." Suddenly, Q turned to James who didn't even announce his presence yet. "Good to have you back, James." When their eyes met, Q relaxed and a smile spread on his lips.

James smiled back at him. "Q." He said simply and started to walk towards his partner. While doing that, he ignored the annoyed sound 004 made.

"I've heard the mission went well." Q whispered when James wrapped his arms around him.

He nodded. "Quite boring, to be honest. I've missed you."

"I assume Ms. Brauer has entertained you very much on your way back?" There was an amused glance in Q's eyes.

James rolled his eyes. "Don't mention her again."

Q chuckled softly. "I might know a way to cheer you up without much talking involved." He smiled seductively. "I'm ready to go home in twenty minutes."

James smiled widely. "That sounds tempting."

On their way out of the building, they met Eve Moneypenny. She smiled widely when she saw them. "I've heard your mission went well, James. In contrast to the one of 004. M was quite unhappy with him for not listening to you, Q."

Q rolled his eyes. "He never listens to the things I say. Then everything ends in disaster and he blames me. Next time, I'll let R play guide for him."

"I bet she won't like that." Eve noted.

"I don't care." Q muttered. "I can't stand that guy. All the other Double-Oh's are alright, but 004 is annoying."

At this, James quirked an eyebrow. "Just alright?"

Q grinned. "Yes, alright, 007." He replied calmly.

James leaned closer to him. "Just wait until we're at home." He whispered. "Then I'll show you what I think of 'alright'."

"I really don't want to hear that." Eve threw in hastily. "I'll see you tomorrow, guys. Have a nice evening." After smiling once more, she disappeared around the next corner.

As soon as the door to their house closed behind them, James pushed Q against the next wall and kissed him fiercely. "I've missed you." He whispered hoarsely while he began to undress the younger man.

"You've only been gone for a week, James." Q said breathlessly and sighed when James' lips found a sensitive spot on his neck.

It was true, this had been a relatively short mission. He'd also been gone for much longer before. However, that didn't mean he couldn't miss the quartermaster like crazy every time they were apart. It was always like that with Q. He was James' home. He couldn't live without him.

They were already shirtless and breathing heavily when James pushed Q down onto the couch. The bedroom upstairs was too far away, they could make love there later. For now, the living room would have to do.

James' hands were already on Q's belt when the sound of a phone distracted them both. "Can't you turn that off?" James muttered, not stopping to place kisses on Q's chest. "You're done with work for now."

"That wasn't work." Q muttered and sat up, an apologetic expression on his face. "That's a private call."

"Your brothers again?" James asked with a sigh and sat up as well while Q began to search his phone in the pocket of his trousers on the ground.

"Sherlock." Q confirmed and answered the call.

"What do you mean, you don't know where he went?" Greg Lestrade asked incredulously. "It was your task to watch over him!"

The police officer in front of him – Will Brandon – chuckled nervously. "Well, he's fast..."

"You let our suspect slip away." Greg crossed his arms. "I don't care how fast he was! Go and try to find him!"

When he watched the other man walk away in the pouring rain, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. It would get dark soon, not that it would make a difference on this cloudy, rainy day. Their new case was driving him crazy and he had no idea how to solve it. If only Sherlock and John had been there when he went to their flat this morning... But they weren't. Mrs. Hudson had told him that they'd left with a client only minutes before he arrived. After that, his bad luck didn't seem to end.

First, someone had muddled with the crime scene. Now their suspect escaped. It was raining and he was feeling cold. Greg was also hungry. Except for breakfast, he didn't get the chance to eat anything. He lived from hot coffee, which was also rare by now. He wanted nothing more than to return to NSY, but it seemed as if they weren't done here yet.

"DI Lestrade." Someone said his name and Greg turned around, trying to hide his annoyance.

"What is it, Anderson?"

"We've discovered something on the crime scene." Anderson explained. "There are more footprints than we thought."

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "I thought you've already taken pictures of everything."

"We have." The other man confirmed. "But those seem to be new."

By now, Greg had spent enough time with Sherlock and Mycroft to get suspicious at this. "And you're sure that those aren't just the footprints of one of our people?"

Anderson nodded. "Completely sure."

"I'll have a look at it." Greg muttered and went to follow him when someone else approached him. It was Sergeant Donovan. Now he had to concentrate really hard to hide a sigh.

"Someone has seen a suspicious man close to the crime scene a few hours ago." She explained and for the first time that day, he received good news.

"The person is sure about that?"

She nodded. "Do you want to question him?"

He shook his head. "I'm sure you can do that, Sergeant Donovan. I'll receive your report tomorrow morning."

When she left, he leaned against the next wall and sighed heavily.

"Bad day?" A voice behind him said and Greg whirled around, just to look at a familiar face. Mycroft had his eyebrows raised while he was standing in the pouring rain, the umbrella shielding him from getting wet. There was a smile on his lips, something Greg still found quite strange. It made his heart beat faster every time.

He nodded. "Pure chaos." He agreed after making sure that no one was close enough to hear their conversation. "But I assume you already knew that?"

Mycroft nodded and stepped under the roof which was shielding Greg from the rain. He closed the umbrella. "You should think of replacing a few members of your team."

Greg crossed his arms. "Sherlock also keeps saying that."

"Then my brother got one thing right at last."

"So I assume you know who walked right through the crime scene and made everything we have so far useless?"

"Talk to that new police officer of yours. The one with the blond hair." Mycroft said simply.

"Brandon?" He asked in surprise. To him, he always seemed to be very conscientious.

"Exactly. He was following your suspect and didn't look at his surroundings. Also the reason why he lost him in the end."

At this, Greg sighed heavily. "I should have waited for Sherlock this morning." He muttered darkly. "Would have saved me lots of frustration."

"Indeed." Mycroft agreed. "Or you could have just called me, Greg. I gave you my number for a reason." He looked at him meaningfully.

Greg felt his cheeks heat up. He hoped that Mycroft couldn't see it in the shadows. "I can't just call you when you're at work because of an unimportant case. You've got better things to do."

"You can call me anytime." Mycroft emphasized seriously. "I think I've made that very clear."

"So who was it?" Greg changed the subject. "The murderer."

Mycroft smiled. "Let me tell you that in a nice and warm restaurant close by. You've been standing in the rain for hours now and I assume you're hungry."

As if it wanted to confirm that, Greg's stomach growled, which made Mycroft chuckle. "Come on, DI Lestrade. I bet your people will also be fine without you. After all, the chaos can't get worse." Did he just imagine it or did Mycroft Holmes wink at him?

Half an hour later, they were sitting in Greg's favourite restaurant and Mycroft told him about his day (well, as much as he was allowed to say). Greg smiled, still amazed by the fact that Mycroft Holmes wanted to meet him regularly. It felt too good to be true.

They just discussed if a dessert would work with Mycroft's diet when Greg's phone rang.

"Don't bother." Mycroft said when Greg hesitated to answer the call.

"John is calling." He muttered and while he listened to what his best friend had to say, Mycroft already paid the bill. Apparently, he already knew that something important happened just by looking at Greg's expression.

"To Baker Street?" Mycroft asked when they left the restaurant. A black car was already waiting for them.

He nodded.