Author's note: Hello, I've been typing away on this Psych/Sherlock fanfic. Sorry if the chapters are a bit short. Reviews make my world go round so keep em' coming. Lots of love!

Oh, and I don't own Psych or Sherlock. Although I imagine if I did psych and several other shows would be mingling with Sherlock and driving him nuts.

Enjoy!

John had been woken up by a lot of strange things in 221B Baker Street, the sound of explosions from experiments gone wrong, the wail of sirens as Lestrade pulled up in a police car with a case, or a particularly memorable moment when he had been woken up by Sherlock shouting at his skull. But never in a million years did John expect to be woken up by a painful prod to the ribs from… was that an umbrella?

John sat straight up in bed and stared at the looming figure of Mycroft standing next to his bed. All John could see was Mycroft's silhouette outlined by the light streaming in from the door. The effect was very unsettling, Mycroft wasn't a frightening person as John had indicated at their first meeting, but having him standing by John's bed was severely creepy and John was prepared to shout 'rape!' at any moment. Mycroft leant forward slightly and said

"Morning John, glad to see you're awake." John sat up and looked at the clock next to his bed. It read 5:36 AM. John gave Mycroft his best 'why the heck are you in my bedroom at 5 in the morning?' look. Mycroft just smiled at him with that fake smile he probably wore for signing peace treaties. John was just about to ask what he wanted when Sherlock came storming into the room.

"Mycroft! I already explained to you that I will not take the case and trying to appeal to me through my flat mate will not change that."

"On the contrary, I think John could easily change your mind if given the right incentive." Mycroft said still smiling.

"Mycroft I am not going to America for some boring government case no matter who asks me to do so." John rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and sat watching as Mycroft went back and forth in full sibling rivalry mode. Sherlock explained he was too busy (which was a complete lie) and Mycroft countered by explaining to Sherlock several times just how important the case was.

"What do you think John?" Mycroft asked turning away from Sherlock to address him. Sherlock's gave John an intense look letting John know if he said the wrong thing, Mrs. Hudson would find his head in the refrigerator.

"Uh, I'm going to stay out of this one if that's alright." John said, doing his best to hold a neutral expression, although he was on Sherlock's side, he would always be on Sherlock's side.

"Nonsense John. As you have no doubt heard, this is a matter of national security. Surely a man such as yourself wouldn't stoop so low as to put your country into danger?" Mycroft said.

Bull's-eye, the patriotic soldier within John came forth to protest

"Now hang on just a minute-"

"Good, there is a flight for you to Los Angeles tomorrow morning. Don't be late." And with that Mycroft swept out of John's room and down to the black car waiting for him on the street. John sat there for a moment, stunned. His eyes finally wandered over to meet Sherlock's, and if looks could kill, John was pretty sure he would be chopped up into little tiny pieces and distributed through the alleyways of London.