The Bounties on His Head (JohnLock AU)

The Bounty Hunter

A/N Hey My Lovelies!!!! Here is the first chapter for you!!! Hope you like it!!! Enjoy<3

"I just don't understand why you need to bring in a Bounty Hunter to find my brother." Mycroft groused, ignoring the DI's frustrated glare. "It's not like he's-"

"Do not even try to convince me that he's not a danger Mycroft. He's wanted for murder." Mycroft rolled his eyes and tugged at the sleeves of his suit. "I know you want to protect him Myc, but you can't stop this one."

"My little brother is innocent of those charges-"

"I was there Mycroft! I watched him shoot that man!"

"He had a good reason!"

"I know you want to think that, but he didn't." Lestrade leaned across his desk, the frustration in his eyes fading to reveal pain and regret. "I don't want this either. Sherlock's a good kid, but he killed someone and I can't overlook that." Mycroft sighed and nodded, rubbing his hands over his face.

As much as he didn't want to believe that Sherlock would just kill someone without reason, he had to admit that it didn't look good for his younger brother. Sherlock was known around the yard as a freak, the young man that would rather play with dead things than talk to people.

The boy was not violent though, which is why Mycroft was refusing to believe that he was responsible for a cold-blooded murder.

A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts and he adjusted his suit once more as Lestrade called for the person to enter.

The man that entered was not what Mycroft had been expecting.

Standing at about five foot six feet tall, he was dressed casually in well-fitting jeans and a t-shirt, covered by a black leather jacket.

Clearly ex-military, he carried himself with a confidence that far out-weighed his short stature. His eyes scanned the room quickly, displaying a symptom of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

"Detective Inspector Lestrade?" The man asked, focusing on Lestrade. There was a tense sort of suspicion in his voice, and Mycroft found himself instantly irritated.

"That's me. You must be Mr. Watson." Mycroft noticed the man bristle slightly at the name. Abused by his father then.

"Call me John, please." John shook Lestrade's hand and turned to face Mycroft, the suspicion in his eyes growing as he ran his eyes over Mycroft's body. "And you are?"

"An interested party." Mycroft cut off Lestrade's response, gauging John's reaction. He could see the man's jaw tense and his fingers twitch. He gave a short nod and turned back to Lestrade, though Mycroft had no issue reading the tension in his shoulders.

"So, what the Hell does New Scotland Yard need me for?" Lestrade signaled for everyone to sit and pulled out a file labeled 'Sherlock Holmes.' It took everything in his power for Mycroft not to comment on how easily NSY reduced his brother to a simple folder. Lestrade handed the folder to John, who took it and leaned back in his chair, scanning the information he was presented.

"Your target is Sherlock Holmes. Twenty-three, considered armed and dangerous-"

"He is not dangerous." Mycroft couldn't help himself from cutting in, ignoring Lestrade's frustrated glare, choosing instead to focus on John's reaction.

He did not expect amusement from the Bounty Hunter.

"So, you're the brother I'm guessing?" Mycroft blinked in shock at John's deduction.

"This is Mycroft Holmes. Sherlock's older brother, and official pain in my arse." Lestrade snapped, sending Mycroft a serious glare. "Myc, if you can't behave then you're going to have to leave." Mycroft sighed and leaned back in his chair, fighting back a wince as he realized how much like Sherlock he must look. John huffed a laugh and went back to reading his file.

"He's trained in martial arts?" John asked, directing his question to Lestrade, not Mycroft. So, the dislike is mutual then.

"Not really trained, more like he knows the technicalities behind some martial arts." Mycroft corrected, rolling his eyes at the glare he received from Lestrade. "My brother likes to embellish facts."

"Doesn't everyone?" John quipped, winking at Mycroft and smirking, sending irritation lancing through his body. "Does NSY need him unharmed?"

"We just need him brought in alive. Unharmed would be best, if only to keep this one off my ass." Lestrade nodded at Mycroft, making him blush slightly. "But I've worked with Sherlock before, so if you have to use a bit of force to get him in, I'll look the other way." Mycroft saw the tension in John's shoulders increase.

"He's a cop?" John asked, sounding like he was about to hand the file back and walk away from the collar. "I don't collar cops."

"No. He's a Private Detective, consults with The Yard on occasion." Lestrade replied, clearly sensing the tension as well. "Believe me, Sherlock Holmes is no one's friend here."

"Fair enough." John stood, tossing the file back on the desk. "Payment?" Lestrade reached into the desk drawer and pulled out a thick envelope, handing it to John.

"Half now, half when Sherlock Holmes is in custody."

"Perfect. Deadline?"

"Three weeks."

"That's tight."

"I've been informed that you work better under pressure." John smirked and nodded, pocketing the money and shaking Lestrade's hand before turning back to Mycroft.

"Anything I should know about your brother that wasn't in the file?" Mycroft stood as well, shaking his head and staring John down.

The shorter man didn't flinch or back down.

"Tell me, John Watson, why would New Scotland Yard trust a former soldier with anger issues to find my little brother?" He watched as John's body tensed and his jaw started working.

Suddenly, John smirked and stepped closer, the strength and certainty pouring off his smaller frame nearly bringing Mycroft to his knees.

"Because I'm the only one that would bring him in alive." With that, the other man left, leaving Mycroft feeling slightly dizzy and overwhelmed.

John Watson could either save his brother, or wind up hurting him instead, and Mycroft found himself praying for the former.