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-Neo-Nazis are all over the world I recently found out. So this is like
 a gang war between two factions of the same party.

-ON ANOTHER NOTE: They sent Nana home to the assisted living center
today and we're hoping that everything will stay okay. Thank you for your
good thoughts!

13 December 2015, Sunday:

"I don't want to go out to Brussels just for a case that barely reaches a Level 6!" pouted Sherlock, annoyed with his brother. "Why should I care what a bunch of idiots are doing in another country? It has nothing to do with me!"

He'd had plans for today and instead, he and John had gotten a case offer, more like a demand since Mycroft was the one who posed the entire plot. John was all for it, since it had been a while since they had gotten a worthwhile case that had some intrigue. Something about Neo-Nazis causing a ruckus and Sherlock had immediately wanted nothing to do with it all. But John, being the protective man he was, wanted to help since people were being murdered and Nazis were involved which was a big NO.

A group of Mongolian Neo-Nazis was at war with a group of Russian Neo-Nazis and both 'had to be stopped'. Mycroft wanted Sherlock to go to Belgium and sort it all out as all the members of MI6 that had been sent over to handle the growing issue, had disappeared. So Sherlock was to find the whereabouts of the missing agents, shut down both operations, and bring whatever information he could find, back to England.

Mycroft was staring him down coldly, "This is a matter of-"

"It has nothing to do with Britain, I don't know why you care!"

"Sherlock, their mischief started in Mongolia and has slowly made its progress across the EurAsian continents. They began in Mongolia, slipped through Kazakhstan, then Russia, the Ukraine, Poland, Germany, and have settled in Belgium for the time being. Hundreds of people in each country have disappeared under terrorist claims and the swastika has been flying too freely in the areas they disappeared.

"A group would go missing and then turn up dead in terrible fashions. And then another, in a manner even worse. Both groups fly a different colored flag, allowing the people to differentiate them."

John simply stood between them as they argued, stony but not annoyed.

"Also, as they are getting closer and closer to Britain, I'd prefer if both groups were terminated before they reach us with their violence and views. And it is entirely possible that the one behind these two groups who is giving them the ability to cause such mayhem… may in fact be Moriarty."

Sherlock wanted to spend his December wooing John with ice skating, not going off to a place that sounded like a disgusting vegetable, to solve a problem that had nothing to do with his country… yet. But at the same time he really didn't want to let something Moriarty was doing, continue. Sherlock loved ruining people's plans and to piss off the Irish midget would be golden.

John bumped him in the arm and smiled. "Come on Sherlock, you know you want to."

"But-but I had plans… for us," pouted the detective.

"Then I consider that good enough. That fact that you actually had something in mind is okay."

"But what about the advent calendar?" Sherlock whimpered, not wanting to miss it.

John sent him a saucy wink. "Then you'll just have to see it when you come back, won't you?"

Sherlock, enjoying Mycroft's discomfort at John's flirtatious actions, sidled even closer to his doctor in order to purr, "Can I possible get some incentive for this trip of ours then?"

Mycroft chose that moment to loudly clear his throat. "While I am positively thrilled that you have finally discovered one another's attraction, this is not the time to be romantic. You can save that for after the mission."

Sherlock was always a rebel and just to annoy Mycroft, he wrapped his arms around John's shorter frame and pulled him in for a heated kiss, which he responded eagerly to, returning the suggestive embrace with equal fervor. And they stood in the middle of their drawing room, lips locked obscenely as Mycroft's head fell into his hands.

"Are you finished yet?"

They gave it another moment, before pulling away, breathless.

"Well then, we've already packed bags for you and will provide the transportation. Gentlemen, to the airport."

Extra:

Mycroft didn't know why Sherlock felt an advent calendar was so important that he'd miss a case for it, but when he walked into Sherlock's room and laid eyes on the door length decoration, he flushed and quickly departed.

There were just certain things about John Watson that he never wanted to see… no matter how impressive they were.

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