"For once? Hah! You do nothing BUT get stuff right, Sherlock." John scolds lightly but affectionately, shaking his head a little as he looks at the perfect gifts, before he takes a deep breath. "I only got you one other thing, besides what I gave you last night." he says as he picks up the box from him and holds it out toward the detective.

"Clearly I meant when it comes to emotional matters, John. Really." Sherlock says dryly, before he reaches out to take the package offered to him, shaking it lightly as he tries to figure out what it is, before he opens it and reveals what appears to be a shoebox. When he opens it he's surprised to find a leather case inside, which he pulls out and opens slowly. Inside it is a compact magnifying glass, tweezers, a lock pick set, Swiss army knife, a few evidence vials, as well as evidence bags that were clearly nicked from Scotland Yard, then folded neatly and tucked into a spot in the case. For a few moments, Sherlock stares at everything, before he looks up at John, understanding what it is of course, but not why.

John takes a slow, deep breath as he looks at the detective, biting his lip as he waits for a reaction. He smiles softly when all he gets is confusion. "I.. well.. you know that we gave away a lot of your stuff while you were.. gone.." he hesitates over the words, swallowing a little. "And I didn't know how much had made it back with you. This is everything that I could remember you using on a regular basis, and the case should fit in well into one of the pockets of your bloody coat." He says before he reaches up and rubs at the back of his head, scratching a little in a way that indicates his embarrassment. "I know, it's nothing compared to what you got me, I guess I should have thought a bit harder over what to get you, I just thought.. it would be.. you know, useful." The doctor explains, trailing off as he watches the other man.

A faint smile comes over Sherlock's face for a moment, drawing back those perfect cupid's bow lips, but not revealing any teeth, before he nods slowly. "No, John. It's.. it's good. It's.. perfect." He says with a nod, closing it and zipping up the small case again, looking at it as he runs the fingertips of one hand over it, wondering how long John slaved over this, wracking his brain to try and figure out everything he would need to put into it. He stares at the case for a few more moments before he looks up at the small army doctor. "You never cease to surprise me, John. Thank you." He says quietly, looking at the case, then laying it in his lap before he leans over and picks up two small boxes. "These are from Ford." he says as he hands John to him and starts to unwrap his own.

Looking rather relieved, John grins, glad that it turns out Sherlock liked it afterall. He takes the box from Sherlock and looks it over for a few moments before he opens it, eyebrows going up as he sees a cellphone box inside, opening it to look at the phone itself. He looks over to the man beside him to find that he has a cell phone as well.

It seems that Sherlock is waiting until Q is done kissing James before he holds up the cell phone. "Ford?" he asks as he holds up the cell phone questioningly and watches his brother, glancing at John's phone as well. The boxes and the branding on the phone cases say they're both Sony Ericsson's, though the models are different. However, Sherlock knows his brother and he knows there has to be more to the phones.

Q looks over at his brother, glad to see that John also opened phone which is based off the 'Pro' model and colored silver, whereas Sherlock's is black and is the Neo model. "It's a phone, Sherlock. Surely you can deduce that." He can't help himself, he's in a much better mood now and that makes him a little snarky, even if he means to be playful. At the unimpressed look that he gets from his older brother, Q smirks a little. "I've made modifications to both of the phones. They're virtually waterproof, I've added shock protection, and encryption so strong that not even Mycroft could break it without my help. It has GPS, but the only way that it could be tracked is through a website I've set up for both of you." He explains. "Information is in the boxes. Website is secure. Also, those phones have better picture capability, audio quality and speed than anything else on the market. The Ericsson case was the one most compatible for the designs I came up with." he explains with a little shrug, smiling a little as he looks at the two. "I admit, I've read your blog, John, and I know my brother. You both needed a phone that would last more than the what, six months to a year you were getting out of the other models?" He asks, arching an eyebrow.

John stares in shock at his phone. "Ford.. this is too much." he says with a small shake of his head. "Bloody hell, I didn't even know you before today." He says as he stares at the phone for a few moments, opening it and looking it over. It's just the type that he prefers, with a actual keyboard for texting, touch screen on the outside otherwise. He turns it on and fiddles with it for a few moments, comparing it to his existing phone. The expense and the time put into the phones still sort of leaves him shocked.

A small smirk comes from the consulting detective as he turns the phone over, examining it from every angle, having been waiting for it to turn on while Q was talking, and now he fiddles with it a little, nodding quietly as he notices how well it fits in his hands, that it's not too sensitive, it's probably the most perfect phone he's ever had. "Thank you, Ford." He says with a small nod of his head. "Our numbers?" he asks with an arch of an eyebrow. He doesn't really want to have to go through telling everyone a new number or manually transferring all of his contacts and such.

"I can transfer them over right now." Q says as he pulls his tablet out of a pocket that is apparently on the inside of his cardigan, along with a cable, holding out his hand toward them. "I'll need both the phones, if you please." he says, waiting to receive the pair before he starts to work transferring pictures, apps, address book, and everything else that may be on the phone, along with transferring the number itself from one to the other.

Looking a little surprised when Q produces his tablet, James leans back a little. "Where exactly were you hiding that?" he asks curiously, reaching out to pull out one side of Q's cardigan to peer at it, only to get his hand slapped away for his trouble. Though at least he can see the slight smirk on Q's lips as he works rapidly, completely focused on the task at hand. He smirks as he watches the younger man work, sitting back a little. "I think I might be jealous." he says thoughtfully. "I suppose it's one more thing I can use to guilt trip him if I need it." he notes with a little snicker.

Finishing one set of phones, Q hands them both to John, before he holds his hand out and takes the ones from Sherlock, starting to do the same with his, though he has more data on his phone so it's taking a little longer. Still, when he hears what James says, he smirks slightly, looking up at his face. "What makes you think I don't have something better for you back home?"

John coughs a little as he looks at the others, blushing a little in embarrassment since this was a little more than he ever wanted to hear from either one of Sherlock's brothers. Still, he tucks away his old phone, fixing everything to set it up correctly on his new phone, or at least, as correctly as he likes, including the lock screen, wallpaper and things like that.

Ignoring that suggestive comment, Sherlock takes his phones back when offered, and he nods quietly. "Thank you, Ford." he says honestly as he looks the phone over and then starts fiddling with it, cheekily sending John a text, partially to see if it works, and partially just to be his usual self.

Surprised when his phone pings, John looks at the new phone and unlocks the screen to look at the text alert. 'It's a text. -SH'. The doctor can't help but laugh and he shakes his head a little. "Cheeky bugger." he mutters to Sherlock.

A brief smirk from Sherlock is all the reply he gets, but a moment later another text appears on his phone.

Merry Christmas -SH

Part two finished! Just a few more chapters and the boys will be heading back to Baker Street. I think I will be continuing that as a sequel to this one, rather than just rambling on forever. No idea what the title will be yet. TBA.

I hope you enjoyed it, I would have gotten it up sooner, but the site is being a butt for me today.

Reviews/comments welcome!

Merry Christmas!