A/N: This chapter is to fufill the Guest reviewer's request on what Mycroft would say after. FaroreWorldshaper, I promise a sequel. BTW, I love your I Can Do Magic, Too!
"I should have you reported." Sherlock snorts.
"Oh please, government threat! More like an awkward giraffe."
"Woohoo. I thought I heard the Doctor." Sherlock groans as he crosses the room to his seat, while his brother remains standing in stony indifference.
"Mrs. Hudson, have you been to the store recently?" Sherlock's innocent tone suggested he wanted his landlady out.
"I- No, not recently. Do you want anything?"
"Jammie Dodgers and a few bananas," Mycroft's eyebrows rose, "Oh, and some teabags, the Lady Grey kind," Sherlock says offhandedly with a wave.
"I thought I had restocked the pantry this week-"
"Do you really want to know where those items went, Mrs. Hudson?" Sherlock asks with a pointed look at the older woman. Through the landlady's mind she could imagine all sorts of ways Sherlock could've used those items.
"I'll go pop around the store, shall I?" And she bustles out of the room only to reemerge saying, "I just wanted to tell you, have you seen what's on the telly?" Mycroft gives the glare this time, and she promptly scuttles away.
Intrigued, Sherlock reaches for the remote and switches the television set on.
ALIEN SPACECRAFTS ABOVE LONDON
Sherlock smiles as Mycroft's eyes widened. "Family outing, no wonder he had River with him."
"I- I will be going now," Mycroft hurriedly says, his hand already reaching for his cell phone.
"Don't forget your brolly!" Sherlock calls out. Mycroft does a quick, and if possible elegant, U-turn and grabs the offered umbrella.
With a small smile, the remaining brother swings his legs off his seat and strides to the mess of papers, pictures, and notes on the wall.
"Back to work."