[Comprehensive British and American] The bear child of the detective's family

As a guest, Mycroft was quite self-aware. After washing his hands, he took the initiative to go to the kitchen to help Lestrade bring out the dinner. At this moment, Hannibal dragged Loki aside. What was said, in short, Sherlock saw Loki showing the little devil's smile, and he followed Loki's eyes...

Loki's eyes were on his brother, Mycroft Holmes.

Sherlock rubbed his chin. He wondered what Mycroft did to make the little devil of the Lestrade family, Rocky Odinson, remember him, this little guy with little talent.

But... Sherlock grinned, so he wouldn't remind Mycroft that being able to see that fat man deflated would be his best Christmas present, bar none!

What makes Sherlock feel sorry is that Loki will not be a large-scale prank, because they all know that Lestrade attaches great importance to Christmas Eve, and no one wants to spoil his good mood.

"It's really cheap and fat."

Sherlock sat in his seat, he was waiting for the big show to start, he wanted to see how Mycroft would deal with Loki's little prank, especially this prank would be done quietly, he used a kind of Looking at Mycroft with strange eyes, Mycroft, who was helping, was taken aback by Sherlock's eyes. He didn't know what happened, but if it can attract Sherlock's attention, it must not be a good thing Yes, it seems to be related to myself.

"Sherlock, don't you want to help?" Mycroft was probing.

"I'm giving you another chance to show off, my dear brother."

Harry and the others have been paying attention to Mycroft's movements, and Harry showed a surprised expression when he heard Sherlock's words. In fact, do you know that Mycroft is pursuing Lestrade?

So he always knew.

Harry bit his lip and walked to sit next to Sherlock, then accidentally stepped on Sherlock's foot, exhausting all his strength.

Harry winked at Sherlock and said with a smile, "Sorry, Sherlock."

The injured Sherlock had no idea what was wrong with him, why Harry Potter, the eldest son of the Lestrade family, stepped on him on purpose.

Holmes' Christmas Eve nightmare is not over yet. Although the little Lestrades will not make any large-scale pranks, small pranks are okay.For example, Mycroft's steak smelled very delicious, but when it was eaten into his mouth, it was like sand, without the taste of meat at all. He looked at the little Lestrades and smiled and swallowed what was in his mouth.

He seems to have pissed off the "little angels" somewhere, turning steaks into sand, something only magic can do.

He gracefully cut the second steak, and glanced between Loki and Merlin. It only took one glance to be sure that this little innocuous prank was done by Loki, and Merlin was still there. While cutting the veal steak with his own small knife and fork, he has no energy to play mischief.Instead it was Loki... He was laughing, looking at Mycroft with a small smug smile.

Mycroft sent the steak into his mouth. He knew what Loki wanted to see, but McCoff was not going to follow his idea, so he heard him say to Lestrade: "Very delicious steak, Greg."

Loki's smile instantly froze on his face, none of the expressions he was expecting from Mycroft appeared, why could he still eat it and praise Lestra's craftsmanship by the way, Loki's flat mouth said This man must be pretending, he couldn't believe that his magic didn't work.

So when Loki changed all of Mycroft's food to the same taste, he could still eat the food on his plate gracefully.

It’s just that only McCoff knows the pain. The red wine in the glass is as sour as lemon, the steak looks like sand, the fruit salad tastes cooked, and the dessert after the meal. The biscuits made by Lestrade himself turned out to be...bitter!It was a nightmare for a sweet tooth, but even so Mycroft kept smiling and chatting with Lestrade.

Loki was unhappy, and neither was Sherlock.

Loki was because his prank didn't work at all, and Sherlock was unhappy that he didn't see McCoff's stupid look, so the two of them bit the biscuit very hard, wishing to bite it like McCoff.

Mycroft picked up the teacup and took a sip of the only normal black tea. I'm sorry to disappoint Loki and Sherlock. His little Xiali actually wanted to watch a play. He really underestimated his ability.

Hannibal, the only one who knew the cause and effect, raised a corner of his mouth. He was sure that the food that Mycroft ate was not of normal taste. From the details, it could be seen that McCoff habitually frowned or Twisted his nose, which showed that the food he ate was not as delicious as he said.Hannibal wiped Xiao Ruiwen's hands with a handkerchief, and said to himself that he was really a difficult opponent, calm and calm, and failed this time.

When Lestrade invited Mycroft, he intentionally asked him to stay overnight. The gift that McCoff brought has been placed under the Christmas tree, and the children can open the gift when they wake up tomorrow morning. For tomorrow morning The pomp, the first sleepover at a friend's house in years, showed curiosity.

But now the problem came, if Mycroft stayed overnight at Lestrade's house, there were only two options, one was to live with Sherlock, and when they heard the answer, the two brothers said "No" at the same time!They don't share beds with each other, so it's the second type, one of them sleeps on the sofa.

The sofa in Lestrade's house is still far enough to lie down alone, at least anyone can sleep for a night.

Neither Mycroft nor Sherlock would give up the right to choose the bedroom, so they decided to conduct a competition in their old way, and the winner had the right to choose.

Now Mycroft, who is wearing a white shirt and a vest, is sitting on the sofa, while Sherlock is sitting on the carpet playing with Tony's modified new gadgets, Lestrade sitting next to McCoff said doubtfully: "You Said you want to play chess?"

"Yes."

Although they usually prefer to play simpler hands-on brain games, chess is actually the first game of brain confrontation when the two were young. It was seen that Mycroft put his hands in front of his stomach, and Sherlock also put down the things in his hands. , because a fat man is not someone who can be dealt with with one mind and two minds.Lestrade looked at the two brothers Wangtian who were fully prepared to use their brains. Sure enough, Holmes could not understand it within the scope of normal people.

Mycroft is in his own thinking palace. On the first floor, he sits on the sofa in the office and faces a burning fireplace. On the table next to him is a glass of red wine and a chessboard. position.

And Sherlock was also sitting by the dilapidated bed, he stretched out his hand and slowly pushed his pawn.

The game officially begins.

Hannibal looked at the conversation between the two people, and he completely shaped the game in his brain. According to the current form, it seems that McCoff has a high chance of winning.

If there isn't any then it counts.

At this moment, Ruiwen immediately hugged Mycroft's leg. She stretched out both arms to hug him, and even entangled with McCoff, no matter how much Lestrade wanted to put their family together. The little sapphire princess who is here is hugged, but she is not willing.

Because of Raven's interruption, Mycroft was a little distracted and finally lost to Sherlock by one step, so Sherlock jumped up happily. It was the first time he had won this kind of game Kaufu is very worthy of celebration, and Sherlock even hugged Ruiwen and kissed him heavily. If Ruiwen hadn't suddenly clinged to Mykoff, he would have lost this match.

Lestrade and Mycroft looked at each other and laughed.

Mycroft didn't care at all about where he lived. He had lived in dilapidated places back then, and the reason why he competed fairly with Sherlock was just to make time less boring.

In the middle of the night, Mycroft changed into Lestrade's pajamas. He sat in front of the sofa and looked at the scenery outside the window. It was strange to stay in someone else's house for the first time. It seemed that everything was in front of his eyes. .One of the four rooms in this apartment is his little brother Sherlock Holmes, and two or three are the hosts who invited him - the Lestrades.

It was almost midnight, and he heard footsteps behind him. When he looked back, he saw Lestrade walking slowly and then sat next to him. The man held two glasses of red wine in his hands. He handed one of the cups to Mycroft and then shook the other cup gently in his hand, and heard McCoff said without warning: "Dear Greg, thank you for your invitation."

"There's nothing to be thankful for in such a thing, Mycroft."

"Thanks for everything about Sherlock."

Although McCoff thinks that he has stood at the top of the food chain, there are still many things that he cannot control, such as his little brother Sherlock Holmes.Without the existence of Lestrade, he would not be able to sit with Sherlock to celebrate Christmas together today, nor would he play childhood games with him, knowing how rebellious Sherlock is.

"Believe me, Sherlock loves you, but your expressions are all wrong."

After Lestrade's observation, Sherlock Holmes is an awkward existence, unable to directly express his feelings, like, anger, concern, etc. They all care about each other in a way similar to children, so Now there are so many contradictions.It was as if Mycroft obviously cared about Sherlock very much, but in front of Sherlock, he had to pretend to be a bastard who was superior to his brother, and it was because of this that Sherlock was even more alienated from him.

"Greg is the expression of Sherlock Holmes, as much as I love him."

This instinct of awkwardness has penetrated deep into Holmes' blood and blood, and it cannot be easily eliminated, just like the parents of the Holmes family rarely care about the two brothers in normal times.

The clock struck midnight, and Mycroft raised his glass of wine and looked at Lestrade, "Merry Christmas, dear Greg."

boom--

The two cups made a crisp sound of colliding.

"Merry Christmas, Mycroft."

They drank the wine in their glasses and exchanged the gifts they carefully prepared for each other in advance.

Lestrade stared at the watch lying in the box and widened his eyes, "How do you know I'm missing a watch."

"Just like you know I like buttons, coincidence or sympathy, Greg, you can choose your own."

Just like what Sherlock said, as long as it is a gift from Lestrade, Mycroft will like it, no matter it is sincere or false.

It seemed that Lestrade fell in love with this gift. He opened his arms and hugged Mycroft. The two men in pajamas embraced under the moonlight. Mycroft could even feel the heat on Lestrade's body. The temperature, his dear Inspector, is always as warm as a flame, which made him not want to let go of this embrace for a while.

"Joyeux Nolet bonneannée, moncherinspecteur. [Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, my dear Inspector.]"

Mycroft planted a courteous kiss lightly on Lestrade's face, but went beyond the friendliness.

The two looked at each other and smiled without noticing the pair of probing eyes. Hannibal stood at the door of his room and looked at the two who were exchanging gifts and hugging, until McCoff's ambiguous kiss made him unconsciously clenched Hands, if he had any doubts before, it seems that this man is really thinking about Lestrade again, and he can smell the sweet smell even from a long distance.

Hannibal sighed when he saw Lestrade's bright smile. No matter how they proceed with the next step of expulsion of "married man" Mycroft Holmes, at least it should not be selected as tomorrow, because in McCaw While his husband exudes sweetness, so does his dear Dad with a little shy sweetness.

"Mycroft Holmes." Hannibal licked his lips and read the man's name. If he dared to make Lestrade sad, Hannibal promised that he would be placed on the table as a delicacy and become his subordinate. first victim.

However, the reality is not what Hannibal and the others imagined.

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