Stupid Law 6

A/N: Okay I know that most of these laws aren't actually enforced but in the case of Sherlock Holmes people like getting their own back on him. Plus it's really funny for me to write. This particular instalment in for lochnessloz who has been very patient with me on twitter. As always please read and review.

After the incident with the mince pies Sherlock was on his guard. He knew that his brother would not let him away with it and when his revenge came it would be something big. A few weeks after Christmas, however, he began to relax and presumed that being the British Government was more important for Mycroft.

Sherlock had taken on a rather interesting case to avoid the boredom of the New Year. He was currently standing in the front room of Baker St. adorning a rather cumbersome suit of armour. John just stared thoroughly amused.

"Do I want to know?" he asked holding back the laughter as Sherlock moved to the window.

"Well, John, if you must, I am currently working on a case which is in need of a bit of secret observation from within", Sherlock replied casually.

"Wait…hold on a minute" returned John "…the only place I have ever seen suits like this is in a certain club which just so happens to be frequented by your brother…" John looked up as Sherlock removed his head gear. The look of disgust on his face gave the answer John had been hoping for.

"Oh dear, Sherlock are you really that bored that you are spying on your brother now?"

"No John I am simply pre-emptively striking against his revenge plot" came Sherlock's curt reply. Before John had time to argue further Sherlock's phone beeped. Within two minutes Sherlock was bounding down the stairs calling to John to hurry. He appeared to have forgotten what he was wearing but John didn't really mind. It was about time Sherlock got humiliated by himself without John being there in the middle with him.

"So where are we heading then?" John asked curiously when they were in the cab.

"Break in to the Houses of Parliament…What could be interesting John?" Said Sherlock full of that manic glee which came out when something awful had happened.

Ten minutes later the two men were walking into Parliament. Several heads turned when they saw Sherlock's interesting choice of outfit.

"Well, Lestrade what have we got? Or are you going to leave it to me as usual?"

Just at that moment Mycroft strode through the large double doors with a very rarely seen smile on his face.

"Ah, Lestrade the little matter has been cleared up know…it would appear that it was a false alarm. Apologies dear brother I know how bored you have been…your outfit simply confirms my suspicions over the disappearing suit of armour from The Diogenes." It was at this precise moment that Sherlock seemed to remember what he was wearing. A look of surprise crossed his face which changed very quickly into a look of realisation. John didn't understand but Mycroft was pulling out a small book from his jacket pocket.

"Lestrade will you do the honours please" Mycroft stated more than asked. Lestrade pulled out handcuffs and then looked at Sherlock.

"Emm…Donovan could you escort him to the car these aren't going to fit over that suit and I really don't want to miss him being humiliated by every possible by-stander." Lestrade joked knowing that Sherlock would eventually forgive him for his part in his brother's revenge plot. John was still slightly confused. It was clear Sherlock had broken some law or other but John wasn't sure what one.

His question was answered when Mycroft handed him the book he had taken from his pocket. Written on the page was a list of laws relating to Parliament. Rule number four was highlighted for his benefit. It stated:

It is illegal to enter the Houses of Parliament in a suit of armour.

At this point John found himself in fits of laughter as he followed Lestrade out of Parliament. He was going to ask how Mycroft knew that Sherlock would go without changing but then again it was a Holmes brother he was dealing with. John didn't post bail for Sherlock immediately as he was having too much fun. He knew that he would pay for it later but still it was funny. He walked up to Mycroft and shook his hand,

"Well played Mycroft…well played", he said still giggling slightly from the angry faces Sherlock was making in the police car.