A guard took advantage of their momentary distraction, and grabbed Jayden from behind. Having dropped his gun in the scuffle, he pressed a knife to Jayden's throat.

"Sh-Sherlock..." Jayden's breath hitched slightly at the feeling of the cold metal pressed against his neck.

At the sound of Jayden's voice, Mycroft's attention was brought to the area.

"Release him."

"Why should I?" The guard asked.

Mycroft tilted his head down and to the side, before looking back up. "Alright," he said slowly. "release him, or I will force you to do so."

When the guard remained in position, Mycroft walked over to him, looking him straight in the eyes.

"If you previously didn't know, my name is Mycroft Holmes, and I have two methods of achieving what I am about to do." Mycroft said. "I could make sure you don't get another job in this country ever again. Or..." It was at this word that Mycroft paused for a moment.

"W-what's the second option?" The guard asked, his resolve wavering.

"There is a small dart gun concealed in this particular umbrella." Mycroft looked down at it, somewhat affectionately. "And right now it's pointed directly at you. I could pull the trigger, have you kidnapped, then torture you. Now that I think about it though, I might as well just have you killed afterwards. You wouldn't me of much use any more, considering that you would no longer be capable of doing your job. Wouldn't be too much of a loss though. You're not too good at it even now. Hm."

Mycroft glanced back up at the man.

"Which do you prefer?"

The man immediately dropped the knife, and slowly backed away with his hands up and eyes wide.

"Thank you." Mycroft smiled, but it wasn't an average smile. It wasn't a 'sunny day' sort of smile. This smile was ice. This smile was a gun pressed against your head, or a thumb on the detonator of a bomb. This smile was recognition of where the upper hand lay, and it signified one thing. Power.

All throughout the room every man's eyes turned towards Mycroft.

"I could do it to all of you if you'd like." Mycroft said, catching each man's eyes for only a moment.

One by one, every weapon was emptied of it's cartridge, dropped to the floor, and kicked away. Their holder's shortly followed them, slowly laying on the ground stomach down with their hands behind their head.

Mycroft's tense body slowly relaxed as atmosphere tightened.

Control. You've got control of the room now. You've got people's attention.

Don't lose it.

Mycroft opened his mouth to speak, but wasn't given time.

"What are you doing here?" Sherlock demanded.

"Not that he's not thankful." Lestrade kicked Sherlock in the calf, shooting him a hard look before quickly looking back to Mycroft. "He does have a point though."

"Hm. Yes, well, my brother's never been the most polite of people." Mycroft said. "And in answer to your question, I am here to rescue my imbecile little brothers and their pet policeman."

"No, seriously Mycroft, why are you here?" Jayden asked.

"Why don't you ask John to explain that to you, hm?" Mycroft said. "I'm certain he'll enjoy giving you the explanation more than I ever would."

Mycroft turned to John.

"Wouldn't you?" He smirked.

John shot Mycroft a hard glare, but when he felt Sherlock's confused gaze, he couldn't help but slowly draw his head to the ground.

"It- It was- All of this was- It's a prank." John muttered.

"A prank." Sherlock repeated.

John emitted just the subtlest hint of a nod.

"But it went wrong. I never meant for it to get this far."

"Well I'd hope not!"

A lens slipped before Lestrade's eyes and all he could see was red.

"Do you realize what you've put us through these past few days?!" Lestrade asked. His voice was one step away from shouting, and getting dangerously near that mark. "Did you even think about what it would do to us?!"

"I didn't mean for it to go this far..." John muttered. "Mycroft, he-"

"I don't care what Mycroft did!" Lestrade said. "The way it's looking it was your idea to begin with!"

Lestrade took a deep breath.

"Look, I know Sherlock's an annoying dolt, and with Jayden along side him they must be intolerable. But you just don't prank someone by pretending to be kidnapped!"

Sherlock's mind went fuzzy. It just stopped working. He breathed deeply for reasons unknown to even himself, and he felt the need to shake his head to clear the cob webs. No whole thought could form itself inside his mind, and for a moment all he could do was breathe.

Mycroft watched as his plan unfolded. Both Jayden and Lestrade's reactions were severe and Mycroft watched as the confusion laced their faces.

The confusion was turned upon himself when Sherlock's expression remained markedly empty, him being entirely unreactive.

I don't understand. Why didn't it work?

Mycroft glanced at John.

And why does he act so guilty? It was I who put the plan into play...

Lestrade and Jayden seem very unhappy with John... I never intended to endanger their friendship.

Did I take it to far?

No, of course not. I planned it perfectly, right?

But... Why isn't it working then?

Why aren't they having the reaction I was expecting?

Mycroft watched Jayden, but especially Lestrade for body language, trying to judge the level of their rage.

It was higher than he had even intended.

I have underestimated their reactions.

I have made a mistake.

An enormous one.

A/N: So sorry for another short chapter, but I keep finding these wonderful stopping points that don't always comply with my desired word count.