Deerstalkers, Fezzes and Bespoke Designs. Sherlock Doctor who skulduggery

The Plan of Action, as it were

Once at 221b, and after Valkyrie's fangirl outburst at meeting John, Sherlock gave the Case Brief.

"So basically you want us to help you two track down a dead psychopath's husband, who is also very experienced with a sniper, and blames you for Moriarty's death." Skulduggery said bluntly.

Sherlock looked at him with an expression on his face seen many a time by John.

"That's a perfectly accurate representation of all the facts, but i was hoping you would go a little deeper."

The Doctor sighed.

"Why are you all so violent?" He asked to no one in particular.

They stayed silent, but Skulduggery and Valkyrie shared a sad look.

The doctor looked at them.

"I met Kenspeckle." He started, before being quickly interrupted by a mysterious amount of water suddenly being dropped onto his head, also surprising Amy when she went to whack the back of his head.

"Don't you dare." Valkyrie snapped, with a surprising amount of venom in her voice.

Opening his mouth but then closing it when Skulduggery looked at him sharply, the Doctor could not help but wonder why the young detective was so sad.

Apparently oblivious to the awkward situation, Sherlock continued with his awful pep talk. 

"My brother has arranged various aircraft and cannon fodder to 'help' us."

"Who's your brother?" The Doctor inquired.

"Mycroft Holmes." John remarked from the kitchen.

Valkyrie spat out the water she was drinking, and only Skulduggery stopped everyone from being drenched in Edgley-spit.

"Shit." The Irish detectives cursed in synchronisation.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, seemingly understanding their worry.

"Sherlock..." John warned. The consulting detective was doing the 'we both know whats happening here' face, and and usually only he knew, but apparently, this time three of them knew.

"It seems that the sanctuary detectives have had an unlucky encounter with the Government." Sherlock explained.

At that moment, in the silence, the doorbell rang, followed by a small scrape.

"1 second ring means customer..." John began.

"But scrape means door knocker straightened..." Sherlock followed.

"Which means Mycroft." John ended.

With a sudden childish fear, Valkyrie dived under the table in the kitchen, and Skulduggery floated to the ceiling, and sat curled around the lampshade.

Mrs Hudson let the older Holmes in, and He didn't bother to say anything else but; "Skulduggery Pleasant, get down from ceiling."