Prompt for it: BondLock in the shifterverse From: Sxcsox666

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This takes place after Sherlock returns though when exactly I could not say.

Originally I was going to wait till Christmas to post this, however my cat Sota posted it on AO3 when I was trying to save it as a draft, so I have decided to post it here as well. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: if it looks familiar it probably belongs to someone else, like the creators of the Bond series or any of the people involved in making Sherlock.

John's POV
Sighing, he grabs his phone and checks the message again.

-Weirdo requesting assistance-JB

Damn it, that was supposed to end when he left special ops. Oh well, it cannot be helped.

-What do you need?- JW

-My genius is missing, can I borrow yours?-JB

-Which one?- JW

-You have more than one?- JB

-Eric and Sherlock-JW

-Which is better at solving mysteries?-JB

-Both are-JW

-Well then can I borrow both?- JB

-See you at MI6-JW

"Sherlock come on, we got a case," he calls to his bondmate as he stands and puts his tea cup away.

His bondmate comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his hip, hair still going everywhere as he stares at him. "What case?"

-Tech report to MI6 with your ID- JW

-Sir-Tech

"A friend of mine from my military days has asked to borrow you and Eric to find his missing genius." He replies as he heads into their room to change into clothes other than his lounging clothes.

His bondmate follows him, dropping the towel in the basket by the door before heading to the closet to pick out a suit. While he is doing so his dark-haired human queries, "Did he say how he vanished?"

He shakes his head, "Nope, I have a feeling that he wasn't even supposed to ask me," he answers as he finishes putting his shoes on.

"That's even more reason to do it," his bondmate states as he finishes dressing, "Ready John?"

He smiles, stopping next to his mate in order to kiss him before answering, "Always."

The dark-haired human smirks at him with a scent of pleasure. After that the two of them heading out of the flat and to the street below where his bonded flags a cab nearly instantly. A moment later the two of them are on the way to MI6. When they pull up to the outskirts of where the government security is, he has the driver stop and the two of them get out.

"You never mentioned that you know people in MI6." His bonded murmurs as they walk up to the door.

"Stop," the security guard orders, "You are not authorized to be here, turn around and leave."

He feels more than scents or hears as the cobra approaches from behind him.

Both of the ex-special ops shifters pull out their IDs and use the scanner by the door, when the light flashes green for them the guard steps aside though he seems completely surprised and all three pass by without a word.

They are barely in the door when he hears, "Leave it to you to bother the guards," come from down the entry hall.

"Leave it to you to lose the person you're not supposed to," he retorts with a smirk, "So why are we here James?"

"You're not even going to let me flirt a little?" the slightly older man pouts, "Well that's not fair. What if I needed a good flirt?"

"Go find someone who isn't bonded then, 'cause I am off the market, now shall we take this somewhere more private before my in-law wants to know why we are here?" he snarks at the stocky blonde.

Grinning, the stocky man motions towards a door, "Through here," and they walk through, following him.

The entire time his bondmate is looking at him speculatively.

When they get into an office that overlooks what appears to be the technical offices of MI6 he shakes his head, querying, "Where is the bloke who is supposed to be in this office?"

"Missing, which is why I asked for help. None of those idiots can get on his computer, and I remembered that you have scaly here who excelled at computers," the stocky man responds before asking, "So who is this?"

"Sherlock Holmes, meet James Bond, better known as 007 in MI6 or Troublemaker among the non-human community." He introduces his bondmate to the stocky man with a smile. "Don't bother flirting either James, he's mine and I have a bit of a territorial issue."

Without a word Eric slides into the spot behind the desk and sets to work typing on the computer situated there.

"Holmes? Holmes…." The agent mutters to himself, "Are you related to that one who walks around with an umbrella and the PA from hell?"

Slightly startled his dark-haired human narrows his eyes at him, before answering, "Younger brother."

I'm in, this boy is smart, nearly as smart as me, give me a moment to track what he was up to, and we are about to have company, Tech remarks as he continues to type away on the computer.

"I'm sorry, he's a bit of an ass, but he's human, so," the agent turns towards him, "You have a human mate? I thought you liked yours a bit more not?"

"Bondmate James, we had this discussion once where I explained about bondmates. You remember it?" he replies irately.

Trying for a charming grin the agent responds, "Well, yes, but you always like skirts, so I am just a bit surprised that you would choose a bloke."

"James here is a the son of an immortal, though he himself is not an immortal, actually he only inherited one of the immortal gifts, things that ought to kill him doesn't." he explains to his bondmate, "I meet him during one of those missions our team is not allowed to talk about, actually I was the one who first explained to him why he kept surviving things that should have killed him."

"Who the hell are you? Get away from that computer!" a solid posh voice snaps as a thin-haired human enters the room. "Shut him down." He orders the humans in the bullpen, the nearest of which turns to do so immediately.

Trying for polite he steps over to the taller man, "Hello, James called us in since we have history, I'm Captain John Watson, this is Captain Eric Jefferson, and Sherlock Holmes," he offers his hand politely but doubts the other man will accept it.

"You could be the bloody king of France I wouldn't care, get away from the computer." The human snaps as he looks between them.

Got the information we need, apparently the human called Q was kidnapped while working with Aragorn and a group of four other top human techs. Currently Aragorn's immortal is looking for them, but finding people is not his gift. We can leave now. The cobra tells him as he stands.

How long you think it will take to fetch them? He asks, ignoring the huffy human for a few minutes.

Four, maybe five hours, they have been taken to Cardiff, along with computer techs from Germany, France, and several other countries. Someone is collecting geniuses. The cobra replies as he steps around the tall human,I am heading home, as this is a human matter my involvement is done.

"Where do you think you are going?" the human snaps at the tall cobra, grabbing for his arm and missing.

His friend barely glances as him as he continues moving, he knows that the taller shifter will vanish from sight before anyone can catch him.

"Well James, crabby says that they are in Cardiff, are you joining us in fetching them or staying here?" He queries still ignoring the human.

"Come on John, before my brother shows up," his bondmate snaps as he turns to leave as well, only he does not get far because standing just on the other side of the balding human is Mycroft. "Brother mine, move, we have somewhere we need to be."

"I was most surprised when Anthea told me that someone had scanned your ID at MI6, I did not realize you have ties to it John," the politician remarks, "Hello Mallory, have you met my brother Sherlock Holmes, and his partner Doctor John Watson?"

"Hello Mycroft, so you know these two?" the balding human questions him, "There was a third one here, tall bloke with something on his fingers and neck but he just left."

"Ah, yes, Eric, better known as Tech. I would try to convince him to work for us if I thought that he would. Sadly, the only person he seems to work for is Doctor Watson here." The politician remarks, "It's nearly tea time, shall we have a cup while they do whatever it is they are here to do? I can guarantee that they are not a security risk."

Thank you Mycroft, we are going to fetch some missing hackers, including your younger brother, he tells the politician with a mental smile.

Since the older human had joined the pack, the two of them had found themselves becoming friends, and while they would never be particularly good friends, it was still a lot easier of a relationship than the one that the two of them had started off with. Then when the relationship between the politician and the packs only detective inspector had turned from friendship to something more, the two of them had found another thing in common. Of course, the politician had taken to the customs surrounding the shifter world with ease. Actually, he seemed to appreciate all of the traditions though he had been shocked at the religious ones.

Find him please, preferably unharmed, Anthea alerted me on my way over that he was missing, I was actually going to ask Sherlock to find him but you are already dealing with it. The human responds as he leads the balding one to a different part of the building.

He nods and motions to the door.

"Interfering Mycroft," his bondmate grumbles, though his tone is a lot politer than it once would have been. His time away had changed him, he seemed to appreciate family a lot more now, even his older brother who he thought of as a pest. "Let's go John," he starts walking away.

With a smile to the stocky agent, he quickly moves to follow his mate and finds that the agent follows him.

"So where is he?" James inquires once they are outside and heading towards the road, "And why are we going this way instead of towards the garage?"

"I don't have a car any more, and he likes cabs, as for where, Cardiff. Sherlock do you want to see where they were taken from or have a different plan for fetching them?" he answers the agent while inquiring of his fast moving bondmate.

"Go to the crime scene of course, need more data, Tech already told me where it is," his mate answers distractedly as he flags a cab down.

Shaking his head, the three of them climb into the cab and his bondmate tells the driver where to go. A moment later the three of them are on their way.