Prompt: Considering how Mycroft is always watching, and has black cars gliding around ready to kidnap/pick up whoever he is looking for, he must have entire teams of minions to monitor the CCTV and so on.

Can we have minion!POVs of anything? Reports of Baker St. disturbances, hardest high-fiving each other when Mycroft gets a date with Lestrade and they grab a photo from their sniper scopes... I have faith, fandom!

The Mycroft Minions

"Tonight, Matthew, I'm going to be…" he pulled out his ID and peered at it. "Jesus. Little bro must have pissed him off something fierce."

"I dunno," one of the others said, voice muffled beneath his mask, "I quite like being David Bowie."

"That's because you get Bowie as alias. That's not a punishment, that's a conferment of godhood. I'm Reginald Dwight. That's even worse than 'Elton John'. Just."

"I'm actually more of a Simply Red fan." 'David' looked at the blank expression on his co-worker's face and made a futile attempt to change the subject. "Er. Y'think we can make a complaint to Brussels about abuse in the workplace?"

"…"

"Yeah, stupid question. Sorry."

"…I am very disappointed in you."

"We shoot people together on a regular basis and you're going to stop talking to me because of musical differences?"

"Irreconcilable musical differences," Reginald corrected.

"I don't know what either of you are complaining about," interrupted the mission leader, flinging his cigarette on the ground. "Just who is going by the name of Englebert Humperdinck here?"

Reginald and David exchanged looks and very carefully didn't snicker.

Right, give it up. How'd you get Bowie? You get Him a date with the cop?

No. But I did arrange things so that He got thirty minutes more flirting than He would have had otherwise.

Good one. Since you're in His good books, how about asking for a Christmas Party?

Christmas Party? I thought the good part of this job was never having to go to one of those again.

Psst. Just got a text from A; game on for tonight.

Why'd you write 'psst'? It's note, you moron. I don'

(sent at 03:05) I can't believe He caught you.

(sent at 03:05) He didn't catch me.

(sent at 03:07) Sure. You're on Royal Duty because you pulled the short straw.

(sent at 03:09) No, I'm on Royal Duty because I'm intensely patriotic.

(sent at 03:10) I have one word for you: Camilla.

(sent at 03:11) Still a member of the Royal Family.

(sent at 03:15) Queen Consort my arse. Nobody does Royal Duty watching her and Chaz by choice, and if you are, I'm worried about you, get help. He caught you.

(sent at 03:20) It was AWFUL!

(sent at 03:21) Ease up on the capitals, you're still on the clock.

(sent at 03:22) Sorry.

(sent at 03:42) Looks like a sniper. NW, 5 up, 3 across.

(sent at 03:43) Not any more. Amateur.

(sent at 03:44) Do we get a bonus every time we get a headshot?

(sent at 03:46) You know we don't. Order a cleanup.

YOU ARE INVITED TO

The Mycroft Minions'

CHRISTMAS PARTY

When: the little lord Jesus' stolen birthday

Where: go to Trafalgar Square. A woman will be wearing a blue rose. Say 'the coolness of your smile is the stirring of birds in my arms'. She will reply 'innit though'. Ask her for directions. Ask again. The third answer should be correct.

There will be a homicidal maniac in the raffle.

I know who is responsible for that 'party invitation'.

David looked at Reginald. "Any point running?"

Reginald looked at David. "Nope."