Of course they're stopped just inside the doors by one of the officers. "Something I can help you boys with?" The younger woman asks as she looks at the boys, seeming concerned for them, and wanting kids herself so she's especially sympathetic to the two lost looking boys.
Sherlock looks up at the young woman, reading her easily and being the better actor of the two of them, so he looks sad but determined. "We would like to see our uncle." he says simply as he looks up at her, then he looks at John, then back at the officer. "His name is Lestrade." He adds after a moment.
A little surprised when she hears the name the officer stares at Sherlock for a few moments. "Oh.. I didn't know that he had any nieces or nephews.." She murmurs quietly, then adds, "I'm not allowed to bring you boys up to Homicide without calling up there first. Are you boys in danger, is anything wrong?"S he ask in concern since most children won't just wander into Scotland Yard.
"My brother was being mean to us, we didn't want to stay there anymore. We know Uncle Lestrade was here, and so we came here." Sherlock informs the officer matter-of-factly.
Of course the kid saying someone is being mean to them could be a few different things but it does set off a few alarm bells. Crouching down in front of the two boys and looking between them, the woman looks very serious as she asks, "Mean? How was he being mean, did he hurt you?"S he asks as she immediately scans them to injuries or any sign of abuse.
John finally speaks up as he moves more beside his friend rather than slightly behind like he had been before. "He won't let us do anything." he says as he looks at the woman, tears welling up in his eyes a little, making good use of his smaller, young appearance. "He won't let us go outside and play, he yelled at us to stay quiet, and he wouldn't let us have any snacks or ice cream.." he even adds a little whine to his tone, crossing his arms over his chest sullenly.
Visibly relieved, the young officer hangs her head for a moment and shakes it before she smiles. "Alright,. you little rascals. Let me call up to homicide."S he says with a little smile before she stands and walks over to the front desk where she can pick up a phone.
They aren't too far from the elevator and from where they're standing they can see the doors to it. When Sherlock notices that the elevator is coming down, he looks over at John, tipping his head toward the elevators. "Shall we make a dash for it?" he asks in a whispered tone to his friend.
Smirking a little as he considers it, John nods quietly and then waits until the doors ding. "Now!" He says quickly before he dashes toward the elevator, Sherlock on his heels. This causes a lot of commotion of course, officers yelling at them to stop, but the two manage to slip into the elevator and get the doors closed before they can be retrieved, and John grins a little over at Sherlock. "I think I have to correct myself.. THAT was probably the most ridiculous thing we've ever done." he says with a little laugh, leaning against the back of the elevator.
After selecting the proper floor, Sherlock grins a little. "Don't worry, John. I plan to do something much more ridiculous. I am sure that Anderson has the proper chemicals in his lab so that we can create a fun little surprise for him." he says with a positively evil smirk on his face as he looks at his friend.
"Bloody hell.. I know that look, and I have a feeling I know what you're going to do.." he says as he looks at Sherlock, before he chuckles a little. "Stink bomb?" He offers as he looks at the brunette as he tries to figure out what that devious mind might be coming up with now.
"While not initially what I had been thinking, that is a much better idea, John. We should connect a remote trigger to something, his chair perhaps, so we can be sure we target the right person." The detective says a he thinks about it, peeking out when the elevator doors open and grabbing John's hand to lead him down the hall to Anderson's lab, making sure that no one is in there before they go inside.
The lab is empty so it doesn't take long for them to assemble the proper chemicals, setting up the bomb under Anderson's desk before hooking a string to the chair which will release the 'activation' chemical into the rest. After they've set it up, John does have a moment of doubt though. "Are you sure we should do this, they might have protocols for things like this, and might think it's more serious than it is.." He says before he considers it.
After voicing his doubt, they make an addition of a sign that will pop up that says 'You stink, Anderson!', and of course they do all of this with gloves and such to make sure that they don't leave any fingerprints or anything that can be traced back to them.
Finally, they take the stairs and heads up to Lestrade's department, John giggling most of the way there. When they finally wander in, the department is in a bit of a tizzy. "Boys!" Lestrade barks when he sees them, then he points to his office. "My office. Now." he says in a firm tone as he motions to it sharply. "Alright, everyone, calm down, seems that they found their way up here afterall." he says in a louder tone to the rest of the department before he waits for the others.
While Sherlock seems unaffected by the tone of voice, John had the good grace to look a little sheepish, but still a bit smug as well, and definitely unrepentant. "Good afternoon, Lestrade." he says as he looks at the older man.
Once they're inside the office and the door is closed, Greg closes the blinds and sighs. "Bloody hell, we were searching the entire building for you two. You can't just do things like that." he scolds before he sighs and finally take a good look at the two. "Why did you cut your hair, Sherlock? Blimey, your brother is going to kill me.. Or at least have me demoted, you he might kill." he says with a little shake of his head, sighing a little before he ruffles Sherlock's hair. "Should have known you would show up here eventually, you rascals are good at sneaking about." He says before he leans back against his desk. "So.. where have you been for the last half an hour?" he asks after crossing his arms over his chest and doing his best to look disapproving, even though he I charmed by the boys and finds it hard to not smile at their antics.
"We may or may not have stopped by Anderson's office to leave him a bit of a present. Nothing harmful, don't worry." John says with a little smile at Lestrade. "We made a few stops before coming here." The blonde says, before he clarifies. "Before coming to Scotland Yard, I mean. We were sick of being locked up, I needed a haircut anyway, and Sherlock decided that having the shorter hair would keep him from being recognized as much when we were out and about." He explains as he looks up at the older man, sitting down in one of the chairs with a little smirk.
With a small little groan, Lestrade puts a hand over his face. "You two will be the death of me. Mycroft is already on the way over, by the way, he had some news and found out that his driver lost you. Not to mention I thought I should inform him that you had disappeared inside Scotland Yard. You boys can't do that again. Not while you're kids. Promise me you won't do that again." he says in a firm, no-nonsense tone as he levels them both with a little bit of a glare to make sure that they understand the seriousness of the situation.
"Fine. Alright. We promise, we will observe the proper procedures if we must visit here again." Sherlock says in a sulky tone as he sits down in a chair heavily and stretches out his legs in front of him, crossing his arms and then looking up at Lestrade with an unhappy look.
Giggling a little, John grins over at his friend before shaking his head. "Mycroft coming is just as well, but we need to get our stuff before we go back to the mansion." He points out, then adds, "We stashed some stuff we picked up from 221B that would not have made it through the metal detectors and such downstairs." he explains as he looks at Lestrade with a little smile, leaning back in his chair.
"Sherlock. Will you never cease these games?" Mycroft asks as he walks into the office with his ever-present umbrella, looking like he might as well be picking up Sherlock at the principal's office. "Thank you for keeping an eye on them, Greg." he says as he looks at the two boys for a few moments.
"Oh, this is school all over again." Sherlock says as he looks at his brother, then at Lestrade. "Which makes you the authority figure. Quite apt if you think about it. Which I'm sure you'll have to." He adds in a dry tone before he looks over at John for a moment. "Well, we were going to visit for a while, but perhaps you had better take us home and we can merely visit another day." He offers as he stands up, knowing that Anderson should be back in his office and the stink bomb will go off soon, so he'd rather not be in the building when that happens.
John slowly stands as well and he smiles. "We need to stop off somewhere first, though. Honestly, I thought you would have been here before we even got here... I wonder how long the driver sat outside before he realized we weren't coming back out." he says as he glances at Sherlock before he snorts a little with amusement, stretching. "Alright.. let's go get our stuff and go back, then." he says before he holds his wrists out toward Mycroft.
At that gesture from the blonde, Greg laughs a little, and puts a hand over his mouth to try and stifle it a little, looking at them for a moment before he reaches out and ruffles John's hair. "You and Sherlock are going to get us in so much trouble.. I thought you were the reasonable one, John, but you're worse than Sherlock is, now, I think." he says with amusement.
With a little chuckle of his own, Sherlock grins. "Come on, John. We may as well go before we're carted out of here." he says as he grabs one of John's wrists and half drags him toward the door and the elevators.
Mycroft watches them go and then shakes his head for a few moments before he takes a deep breath. "Thank you for your patience, Greg." he says before he turns toward the door. "You should come by for dinner if your schedule permits." He says over his shoulder before he walks over and joins the two by the elevators, resting one hand on Sherlock's head. "Mummy would be so heartbroken if she saw what you did to your hair, Sherlock." He says in a disappointed tone, hand moving from his head to his shoulder. "However, it does seem to suit you and makes you a bit unrecognizable for those who know you." he says with a nod of his head. "Well done." he says after a moment, putting a hand on John's back and standing between the two boys to urge them into the elevator as the doors open.
"Yes, I rather thought it would be wise." Sherlock says simply as he looks around the elevator for a few moments, then yawns slightly, pulling out his phone to glance at the time on it. "We'll instruct your driver where to go so we can collect our things." He says as they exit the elevator and head toward the black government car that is waiting at the curb.
Holding the door open for the two, Mycroft nods a little. "Yes, you disappeared from CCTV for some time Sherlock. Interesting to know how you have managed to mentally map out the network." he says as he waits for the two to get into the car before he gets in as well, waiting for Sherlock to give instructions before they head off toward a road close to where they stashed their stuff.
"I have had lots of time to get around your little network of spies, Mycroft. Did you think I didn't know of a way?" Sherlock asks in surprise, eyebrows going up before he settles down comfortably in his seat.
"You know, if he didn't feel like you were spying on him all the time, he wouldn't have had to learn how to avoid the CCTV cameras, and then would be easier to find if there truly were an emergency." John points out as he looks between them before he looks away and out the window, watching the London streets pass by.
Ok, so I sort of wimped out on everything I COULD have done in Lestrade's office, but I thought this flowed a little bit better, and I figured Sherlock and John would want to be out when the stink bomb went off. Hehee. Don't worry, I have a feeling Lestrade will be coming over to have a bit of a chat. :)
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