[Autor's Notes] Sorry that this took so long to update. Won't give any excuses. It might be a bit before I update this fic for a bit. I'm going to try and focus on my Labyrinth fanfiction and get that done. After that, I'll either move on to this fic or my Grimm one and get that done and on down the line.****

Both Lestrade and John looked at Mary in confusion. That was a rather normal sight for both of them. Between the Holmes brothers and the fact that Mary had been an assassin, they both had accepted that they were rarely going to figure out something with this group. Still, this was a shocker for them.

John cleared his throat before asking, "Could you run that by us again?"

Mary rolled her eyes before saying, "It's a good plan. Molly and Anthea spend a mini holiday in Scotland with Mrs. Holmes. If anything could get those boys to get their acts together, it will be this."

Lestrade asked quietly, "And how do we make sure that those two don't kill us when they find out who put this all together? We all know that they are going to figure this one out."

Mary waved a hand while speaking, "That's the beauty of it. They might think her ordinary, but she knows her boys better than anyone. Of course, she would ask why they are acting so oddly. I'm not going to lie to her. Not my fault that they didn't think that she would notice."

John asked, "And she just happened to call you now?"

Mary shrugged. "I'm sure they will be too busy panicking over what the girls are saying to their mum to even wonder about the exact details. If it does come up, I'll think of something. I always do."

The two men looked at each other frowning. They still weren't sure about this but they knew better than to argue. The best possible outcome they could see with this situation was everything going back to normal. It was never going to happen. They weren't delusional. At most, they could hope that the Holmes brothers would go back to tolerating the women. Maybe. Even that seemed to be a pipe dream at the moment.

Lestrade asked, "And who is going to tell them that their mum is on a mini holiday with the PA and the pathologist? Just letting you know, I choose life. Not my division."

John just gave him an annoyed look. There really weren't any words to express how he felt and he was trying to not hit people as much. Getting a better hold on his anger. The way things were going, he felt he would be a shoo-in for sainthood.

Mary chimed in, "We won't tell them until they ask. They've made it clear that they don't want to talk about them. We're just respecting their wishes."

John asked, "Then how will they even find out? We need them to know for this to work."

Mary gave a catlike grin and said, "Mummy."

The men looked at each other again in shock before Lestrade said, "That's bloody cold. I like it."

John grinned. "That's bloody brilliant. We don't have to do anything. Just sit back and watch the whole thing."

Mary stuck her foot out while saying, "And rub my feet."

John gave her a confused look while she gave him a cutesy smile. Lestrade just backed away slowly. This was certainly not his division.

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Both Anthea and Molly were unsure about the situation they found themselves in. They had known the Holmes brothers for years but never had the pleasure of meeting their parents. Especially Mummy. The sweet woman was not what they pictured. Maybe someone more in line with an operative for MI6, instead of someone that was best friends with Mrs. Hudson.

"I can't believe those two. I love them, but they can be so brattish. Their father and I raised them to be better than this. I have a mind to turn both of them over my knee and correct their thinking the old fashion way."

The woman glanced at each other and then silently sipped their tea. In Mrs. Holmes's ordinariness, she became rather terrifying. They both felt that even Moriarty would have quickly noped out of this situation. They almost pitied the boys. Almost. Mary had been right. Things needed to be handled and Mummy was the perfect person for the job.

The older woman nodded once and then said, "Right. You two leave it to me. Now! Would you like more tea?"

Molly and Anthea looked at each other again and then both silently offered their cups to the now cheerful woman. It seems that they had just found out where the Holmes brothers have inherited their temperament.