Stupid Law 11-Sherlock's Revenge
A/N: Another instalment and this time Sherlock is really frustrated with his brother. Two weeks stuck indoors because of the curfew situation. Revenge is the only option and it had to be good! Enjoy
Sherlock was leaning over the 17th experiment he had created to stave off the boredom which was becoming more than a nuisance since his dear brother decided to place him under a curfew. For two weeks, now, he had been planning the revenge to top all revenge. There was only one problem and that was John.
He never left Sherlock alone long enough to complete his plans and, therefore, he had been forced to wait for his opportunity. It was the middle of the afternoon and he vaguely heard John talking to him.
"Ah Sherlock I'm off out…will probably be a while so don't hound Mrs Hudson for help you know she's not our housekeeper." Sherlock zoned back in to the living room of 221B. He gave a grunt of acknowledgement so as not to arouse any suspicion. He heard John speak to Mrs Hudson briefly before the front door closed. Within minutes he had his phone in his hand and was texting the necessary people. This one was big and he was completely sure that Mycroft would revoke his curfew when he was implicated in a possible act of treason. Not a good look for a British representative.
John returned back to the flat just before six o clock. He looked exhausted and was breathing heavily. He had clearly been running but the huge grin on his face suggested that it hadn't been from danger of any kind.
"What has you in such a good mood then John? And also out of breath?" Sherlock asked genuinely interested in his flatmate's behaviour. His question, however, was answered by a text from Lestrade. It was a video file with a caption underneath. The caption read:
Courtesy of Doctor John Watson.
Sherlock glanced at John who just shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't know what was going on. Together they played the file and within two minutes Sherlock had collapsed on the sofa in fits of laughter. John had taken his own revenge on Mycroft and the looked that graced his brother's face at the end of the video would keep him happy for quite a long time.
"That…John Watson…a bed….how…never mind…this is fantastic! Sherlock managed after a few minutes. John was equally pleased and was still grinning when the footsteps of Mycroft Holmes graced the stairs to their flat an hour later. It was time for Sherlock to have a little more fun with his brother. Twice in one day would be something of a triumph.
"Well dear brother it would seem that your dear friend and blogger has inconvenienced me slightly today. It was a well-planned prank but I assure you it is nothing I can't handle" Sherlock just burst again and John soon followed. When he regained his composure Sherlock sent a text. Exactly one minute later Mycroft received a text.
"Well brother it appears that I am needed at the airport so I will take my leave but be warned retaliation will happen and that is a guarantee." With that the elder Holmes vacated the flat at which point Sherlock pulled John to the window.
"Mycroft at the airport this should be interesting!" Sherlock said and it didn't take long for John to catch on.
"What have you done Sherlock?" he smiled knowing that Mycroft might have escaped lightly from him but Sherlock would not let him away with it easy.
"Well let's just say that the text he received told him that there was a top secret parcel for him at Heathrow and that he needed to pick it up immediately" John could see where this was going. He had read that it was an act of terrorism to pick up abandoned baggage in his research for the bed prank. Sherlock had really done it this time.
"He is going to murder you when he gets locked up for the second time today you know" John was trying to keep a straight face but it was proving incredibly difficult; especially as Sherlock replied
"Murder, John? Not Mycroft? In that case I leave you all my possessions. Take special care of...my…emm…my…skull!" for about the fourth time since John returned Sherlock was incapable of speech because of laughter. The boys of Baker St. were really having fun now!
Mycroft reached the terminal and followed the instructions he had received. He had been told to pick up a package near gate 18 that was of vital importance to the crown. Had Mycroft thought about it he would have surely realised that he should have received a call from his superiors not a text. Mycroft, however, was not thinking. His duty for Queen and country overrode his thinking process, plus he had no reason to suspect a second attack in the same day.
As he reached the spot he saw the briefcase. At the same time Sherlock's faithful security guard began walking towards the briefcase.
"Excuse me Sir but you're going to have to come with me," he stated simply and placed some handcuffs on a slightly confused Mycroft Holmes.
"What is going on here? I was sent by the British Government to collect this case" Mycroft protested as they walked to the holding room.
"Yeah mate I've heard that one before. You are being held in relation to a charge of terrorism. That briefcase has been abandoned for two hours. Surely if you are with the British Government you will realise that the act of pick up abandoned baggage is an act of terrorism." The security guard maintained a calm demeanour as Mycroft exploded.
"Oh my dear brother put you up to this I see. Well he is going to pay dearly for this! he roared.
"I don't think that it will, somehow" said a familiar voice at the door "not if I publish this article in the morning edition. I can see the headlines now 'Holmes in terrorism plot, turns on his country'. Time to let Sherlock out to play again Mycroft or I will get very upset and you won't like me when I'm upset. With this the man turned and left Mycroft with plenty to think about until his lawyer showed up.
A/N: Well it would appear that the plot thickens. I apologise but it needed to be written. Leave me a review and tell me whether you loved it or hated it. I hope you are looking forward to my next chapter now!