My son can't be this cute

Scotland Yard received the latest order to stop the investigation of this case. Even though they were only half a step away from the truth, the ruthless facts made Mr. Detective only clenched his fists. He glared at the man holding the black umbrella The man, while the latter seemed to be trying to reassure his brother, but obviously not very successfully, because Sherlock looked at his brother with a stubborn and mocking expression.

"Stop the investigation, Sherlock, I am not asking you in the name of my brother, but as a government official."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction, "Mycroft, you know I don't care about this kind of thing the least."

"You have to care, my dear Shire, just as you are my weakness, someone else is your weakness." Mycroft said the warm words in a cold tone, literally, without any falsehood , but made Sherlock feel furious.

"Damn you can't! Mycroft, I tell you, you can't do this!" Sherlock growled, his eyes almost burning with anger.

"You know I can, Sherlock," said Mycroft calmly, holding back all the fake smiles in a way that was chilling, and that's what a man of the British Empire should be.

Sherlock pursed his lips, and finally agreed, "I won't interfere."

"Very good." Mycroft said lightly, but his younger brother had already turned his head and left. The proud man sighed softly in his heart. He was willing to use the greatest rights to protect the child's happiness and rights. , but even the man who holds the highest power in the whole of England can't be like a god, and give the world to his younger brother to play in the palm of his hand without any resistance, although he is very interested in trying it.

"You can obviously choose a gentler method." Lestrade said helplessly. Although he is the only son, he was forced to have countless elder brother experiences under the stubbornness of his subordinates. You can't be tough when dealing with wayward children. , because that would only lead to a worse attitude.

Mycroft turned around and looked at the inspector in front of him, with gentle and helpless eyes, blue shadows in his eyes, and kind words, he slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and regained his arrogant appearance.

"Efficiency, I think this is what Scotland Yard lacks the most, and I pay more attention to the result than the process. Of course, efficiency is also my favorite."

"You're a bastard, you nasty guy." Lestrade stared at the other party, his blue eyes were full of anger, because he felt that his kindness was rejected, and the other party even sneered.

What he didn't know was that, not far away, he continued to lower his head to process information for his boss, but Anthea, who was too good at hearing, looked up at the two men in front of her, and finally complained in his heart. Mr. Inspector is definitely too gentle, hate?That's because he hadn't really seen what the word would look like on Mycroft Holmes.Shrugging her shoulders, the beautiful assistant continued to process the information with her head down, and then one ear received the information about her boss's private life, just in case, God knows when her devil boss will fall in love, and then come to ask her for help .As an all-round secretary, she has to immediately come up with at least three alternatives when her boss enters the estrus period, oh no, when there is such a need.

Mycroft put on the mask of a smirk again, but the little black umbrella he raised his toes slightly looked like a playboy who molested good women and men, except that he was a little old, with a small belly and a hairline. Located a little behind the average level of middle-aged men in the UK, Mycroft is still very attractive.

"I'm not going to dinner, Inspector Lestrade."

Lestrade couldn't help sneering: "That sounds like a date invitation."

Mycroft raised an eyebrow, "Why not, this is an invitation for a date."

Lestrade was a little embarrassed. He was just joking and then went home. He didn't expect the other party to really think this way. He scratched his cheek and didn't know what was wrong. The last meal had already caused some people to misunderstand their relationship. , and he didn't want to go any further.

Before Scottish Inspector could give any reason for his refusal, his lovely subordinate Anderson came over, opened his mouth and closed it when he saw the situation in front of him, then patted his Inspector on the shoulder, and winked. Blinking his big eyes, he said with an expression that I understand: "Inspector, I wanted to ask you to have dinner together, but since you have an appointment, we won't bother you. See you tomorrow." Run away, leaving Mr. Inspector stunned.

"Anderson, you are a guy who lowers the IQ of the entire London street!" The gentle detective couldn't help but roared, and the perpetrator had already winked at him from a distance, and said in a way that I am very witty So this month, remember to look at your detective with the expression of giving me a salary increase.

I'm going to detain almost everything from him!The Scottish inspector groaned in his heart, it was the first time that he agreed with Sherlock's words so much, Anderson is a guy who has done more than failed, he is a goldfish!

"He is indeed a goldfish, but he is still a little more interesting than a goldfish." Mycroft said lazily, which startled the inspector. Being able to read other people's minds, isn't the thought that I just wanted to find an excuse to shirk being laughed at in my heart like watching a play?

Mycroft didn't speak any more, but his eyes clearly showed that I really knew what you were thinking just now, you tried to refuse my invitation with lies, and unfortunately, your dear The men betrayed you.

Scratching his hair in frustration, Lestrade put his hands in his pockets and looked up at the other party, "Where to eat?" After a pause, he continued, his brows furrowed, "Pick a place where you can eat, don't bother It’s sweets, it’s not good to eat too much of that stuff.”

He didn't realize that he was still entangled with Mr. Inspector, who was a mother-in-law of a man who made a living. He rolled his eyes and could already imagine what bloody remarks would come out of the police station the next day.For so many years, because of his good looks, Mr. Detective has never had an affair with him. Of course, this is not the first time that he has been rumored with the same sex. There are even people in the police station who have raped him and Anderson. God, use your knees It is impossible to think about it.

Lestrade, who has walked so calmly for so many decades, has finally become a strong Scottish inspector. He used his fist to make those gossipers shut their mouths, but at this moment, he is really like a brat Just as helpless, as painful as being pressed against the wall by the beautiful women's volleyball captain and kissed by the beautiful women's volleyball captain when he was 15 years old, and it hurts even more. He hates scandals, rumors, and Mycroft Holmes who will lead them to appear.

"I promise you will like it." Mycroft curled his lips, this time he was sincere, without any falsehood, he was in his thirties, no one would care about him except his dear mommy, those It's really comfortable to be said in such a sincere tone about the bad little habit that can't be quit. No wonder his younger brother cares so much about his military doctor.

"Okay then." Muttering, Mr. Inspector habitually beckoned the people behind to follow up, and after walking a few steps, he realized who had the most official position here, and he turned around in embarrassment, and that one looked mighty The man just shrugged.

"I'm off work, and you're off work too. If you don't mind, let's go together?"

"……All right."

It was a bit awkward, walking side by side with a colleague other than himself, who had no close relationship with him, not a wife, not even a friend of any importance, Lestrade realized for the first time that they had eaten together like this Two men who have one meal and are ready for a second don't even have a clear definition of relationship.He hesitated for a moment, and finally scratched his cheek and turned his head to look at the man and said, "Mycroft, are we friends?"

The man paused for a moment, he was a little taller than Lestrade, but not too much difference, so he was still at eye level. Lestrade could clearly see the long eyelids and slender eyelashes of the other man by following the light of the street lamp , Compared with the worrying hairline, it is as beautiful as the wings of a butterfly, not to mention that this pampered man still has fair and tender skin.

"If you think so." The man took a deep look at him, and then dropped such a thought-provoking sentence.

Lestrade felt that his face must be a little red, he swallowed and said dryly: "What do I think, give me a precise sentence, Mycroft, I don't like your twists and turns .”

The man lowered his eyes and almost bit his lips. Although just thinking about the scene afterwards would make the skin of the fearless Scottish policeman go numb, under the circumstances at that time, he just nodded honestly.

"Yes."

Nervous, anxious, fearful or something mixed together, Lestrade stared into the blue eyes of the other party, and the man spoke after a while, "I thought we were very good friends, not so much."

It's like halfway through bungee jumping, only to suddenly realize that the fucking world is running backwards in time, and return to the stage with a nervous heart. The original courage disappeared without a trace, and the only thing left is anger.

"Let's go, Greg." Mycroft looked at the man whose cheeks were flushed with anger, rolled his eyes and said with a smile.

This sentence made Lestrade a little surprised. This seemed to be the first time Mycroft called him by his Christian name. His voice was more elegant than ordinary people, and he spoke very slowly. Every word seemed to be on the tip of his tongue. I just spit it out, I have to say that the men in the Holmes family all have good voices, if the meaning brought by their language itself is ignored.

The Demon King enjoys the feeling of looking down on all beings, but occasionally a little blue-eyed dragonfly rests on his shoulder, telling himself in that caring and serious tone, similar to words like don’t catch a cold when it’s going to rain, even though he has the most false Smiles and the cruelest methods can only be smiled, hoping that the little blue-eyed dragonfly will stay a little longer, because the devil is about to start preparing plans-to trap Scottish police detective Greg Lestrade.

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening when Sherlock came back. Watson vaguely heard the door opening. While eating dinner, the consulting detective still replied a text message, saying that he would be back later. Thinking about it myself, it can be seen that the detective seems to be in a bad mood.

Rubbing his eyes and yawning, Watson put on a nightgown and went down. According to what he knew about Sherlock, he rushed in without excitement within a minute and dragged himself out of the warm bed because something was not going well. Of course, Watson will never believe that this failure is because Sherlock was unable to solve the case, and maybe he was forced to be unable to continue to intervene, and the only reason for all this is that the one who clearly holds the power but innocently tells others that he is just a The little official's man was gone.

Watson has always had a good impression of Mycroft, except that he always met him in various unimaginable ways, looked at him with that annoying eyes that seemed to know everything, and occasionally said a few words of sarcasm. I had a really good impression of that man.

Going down the narrow stairs, Watson pondered in his mind how he should play the role of the psychiatrist. The fact is that, as his cohabitants say, John Watson is indeed omnipotent, except that he has no relevant Professional license.To heal a grumpy cat, well, it came from another cat. Watson felt that he needed to prepare some hot milk and black tea for himself, because the doctor was also very helpful in the process of comforting him. He may be irritated by a crazy cat, but black tea can calm his nerves.

There was no one on the couch, and the door of the bedroom was not closed. You can imagine how its owner rushed into the room, um, and then went to the bathroom while stripping the clothes. Look at those high-end clothes, and the mobile phone, Watson sighed He tidied up everything and threw it into the laundry basket, glanced at the phone, frowned, but still put it on Sherlock's bed.At this moment, he needs to make a cup of black tea and hot milk, which his cohabitants always need.

Just as he was closing the door, Sherlock's voice came from the bathroom. Along with the sound of water, the man's voice could tell that he was in a bad mood. It can be seen that he had suffered a lot of grievances there, and it seemed that he hadn't been in London yet. Vent cleanly on the street, because the wronged cat is more inclined to lick its wounds in the place he thinks is the safest, and the most important thing is that there is Sherlock's exclusive military doctor at home.

"John, get me my pajamas!" With willful words, the always inconsiderate detective cat yelled while taking a bath, and the emotional catharsis began.

Watson paused when he closed the door, and he yelled into the bathroom, "You won't take it in when you take a shower!"

No one answered, Watson muttered as he walked towards Sherlock's wardrobe. The light blue silk pajamas were exquisite both in terms of feel and tailoring, and it was no surprise that everything was prepared by Mycroft, although On the surface, Sherlock hates everything about his brother and always rejects the other's good intentions, but it is undeniable that the man has the best eyesight in the world. Even Sherlock can't refuse this comfortable touch, just like a child who gets A velvet blanket, on the surface said disgusting words, but if you really say it, I won't give it to you, they will definitely cry.

After picking up the silk pajamas, Watson's hand paused at the place where the underwear was placed. Although they were both men, it was too private, and just as the military doctor was hesitating, Detective Neville was impatient. shouted again.

"John!"

"Come on, you bastard!" Watson angrily took one at random. The perverted Sherlock Holmes man's underwear is also made of silk. Although the kind military doctor took it casually, the color is still the same as the pajamas. , the result of some kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

He knocked on the door and handed the things to the other party. The response from inside made Watson almost vomit blood.

"Put it on the bed."

"God, why the fuck do you want me to help you!"

Once again there was no response, Watson threw the things in his hand on the bed and turned away, he decided not to add sugar to Sherlock's milk!Absolutely not!

When Sherlock came out of the bedroom, Watson had just warmed up the milk and handed it to him. After taking a sip, the detective who consulted frowned.

"John, you forgot to put two candies for me."

"I haven't forgotten."

Sherlock lowered his head and took another sip, repeating earnestly with his damp curly hair on his head, "John, you didn't put sugar for me, maybe there is something wrong with your little head."

Watson: "..."

"John, give me two candies." Sherlock moved the milk glass in his hand a little closer to Watson, and his lips were tightly pressed. At this moment, the detective has completely degenerated to the age of 12, stubbornly following Huason. The doctor asked for those two candies.

"Okay, you win." Watson said weakly, took out the sugar bowl from behind, and dropped two candies.

The flames in the fireplace were beeping and beeping. In winter, the lovely fireplace made them all feel warm, and Mr. Skull on it was always watching the detective and his medic comfortably.

Watson turned Mr. Skull's face in a direction that would have screamed in protest had it been alive.Although Watson does not ignore the people and everything around him like Sherlock, he is not an emotional person. He will be a little reserved in front of strangers, and he will speak with his back straight in order to make himself look better, but All this is unnecessary in the apartment, he only needs to present the most relaxed and natural state to the other party, and this defenseless appearance makes the military doctor feel a little shy.

Sherlock was nestled on the sofa like a big cat, without socks. Watson endured it. He took a sip from his teacup and asked, "Tell me, Sherlock."

"He won't let me interfere any more." Sherlock said sullenly, rolling the Union Jack pillow twice.

"He's doing it for your own good. You can't find out all the cases in the world." Even a soldier, with loyalty in Watson's blood, understands that there is no fairness in this world. The higher-ups told you not to intervene, there is no other way but to let go. Even a willful Sherlock who has been lawless under the protection of Mycroft cannot avoid this forced setback.

Sherlock snorted softly, and rarely refuted, but his spine still showed a stubborn posture after sleeping. Understanding and understanding are two different things, and Sherlock refused to accept his brother's kindness, and the beloved and willful detective still hated him Brother, he gave up because the fat man was too careful.

Watson put down the teacup. In winter, the heat of black tea always goes away too fast. His thick eyelashes blinked, and the stubborn back remained motionless. The helpless military doctor licked his lips and spoke again, with a hint of shyness, But absolutely sincere.

"I like to investigate cases with you and walk through the streets of London together. Even though I really hate you for catching me in those dark alleys in the middle of the night, I can't deny that I love them, Sherlock , you are a genius, great, wonderful, so don't take this case as the end of our game, it's nothing, don't be so angry." The military doctor's praise was earnest and sincere, and was rarely received by anyone other than his family. Such a compliment was beyond what Sherlock could bear, and his unhappy face softened, even warmed.

The military doctor I met in the laboratory had a pair of beautiful eyes, thick and long eyelashes and dark blue pupils, and he also had a sincere, kind and tolerant heart. Sherlock Holmes never praised others, but he was in his heart Sincere thanks to his military doctor.

Mrs. Holmes told Sherlock since she was a child that no one in this world will be nice to others for no reason, and there is no obligation and responsibility to bear the feelings of others, and these feelings and behaviors beyond human common sense are all for one reason , and that reason once made the two brothers scoff.

The back on the sofa moved, and Sherlock turned his face towards Watson. His curly black hair became more black and shiny in the firelight, his eyes were clear, and there was always a sarcastic smile on his lips. For a moment they looked like ordinary people, with a touch of tenderness and gratitude.

"Thank you, John."

His sincere thanks made Watson stunned on the spot. In his perception, a creature like Sherlock Holmes is always willful, arrogant and mean, and a particular creature like Sherlock Holmes is why John Watson They will not thank you for turning the fun into fun, at least they will never be so sincere.When Watson wanted to look at the other person's expression again, Sherlock had already turned around and started playing with his BlackBerry phone. It seemed that the look just now was just an illusion of the military doctor, but Watson blinked and couldn't help laughing out loud coming.

"Sherlock, your phone is out of battery, I just forgot to remind you."

The back seemed to stiffen for a moment, the phone was silently put back into his pocket, and the detective's unique voice sounded muffled.

"I'm going to bed, John."

Watson endured the smile, got up and put the cups in the kitchen to wash. When he came out, there was no one in the living room. The bedroom door was closed firmly. He shook his head. Dr. Watson smiled contentedly. I went upstairs to sleep.

The author has something to say: two pairs start to progress together O(∩_∩)O