Lestrade would be angry that Mycroft had thought of it a long time ago, but what he didn't expect was that his dear Inspector who felt the extreme of justice would actually ...... Angry, you could tell from the tone that he had come to settle accounts with himself, and Lestrade had shared three time words, and the three words of now, immediately, and immediately to tell the truth really made him a little panicked, but of course only a little.

So Mycroft's brain began to run at high speed, and if he wanted to appease the Inspector's anger, except for a small but timely gift, it was to tell the whole thing.

Mycroft and Lestrade made an appointment with a place near Lestrade's house, a very ordinary little café, and Mycroft probably didn't have any good coffee. But that wasn't the most important thing, and now he sat in the little black car and hurried to their agreed place, and Mycroft calculated that he had fifteen minutes to prepare for his "execution", but he tilted his head to look at the little gift beside him.

Anthea did her best to scavenge all the little desserts in the club, the only thing she could do in the shortest amount of time, and to be honest, Mycroft really didn't give her too much time to do it, after Lestrade said three words of time.

The car, stopped.

Mycroft was even more nervous this time than he had been when his □□ had been aimed at his head, even more nervous than he had been when he had met the queen for the first time, he couldn't tell what it was like, but he was sure that it had something to do with the Inspector waiting in the small café. He loosened his tie, and Ancia tilted her head to look at his boss, who was so nervous that it was as if he was going to see his beloved young man like never before.

"Boss, I think Inspector Lestrade will understand."

Mycroft smirked, yes, that man was actually very good at deceiving and only needed a small lie, but he didn't want too many lies in his relationship with the detective, which was obviously not conducive to future development, after all, lies would be exposed one day.

Mycroft pushed open the car door, now holding his trademark little black umbrella in his right hand and a huge bag of desserts in his left hand. He took a deep breath and pushed the café away, and it only took a glance for him to see Lestrade, sitting in the corner with his chin in his hands and his head down, unable to see the expression on his face, and Mycroft walked towards him with graceful steps.

"Good afternoon, Greg."

Lestrade heard the voice and looked up at the visitor, "Good afternoon, Mr. Mycroph Holmes." ”

The most basic politeness was still known to be maintained, at least he grabbed Mycroft's collar and asked loudly before he came up, what was going on with those surveillance cameras was already considered to be giving him face. Mycroft sat down and waited for Lestrade to go wild, he had already thought of a myriad of ways to smooth his hair, but he wouldn't make any moves until he knew how Lestrade was going to begin.

The wrong way to detangle the hair will end up making things worse.

"So Mycroft, don't you have anything to say?"

Mycroft crossed his fingers on the table, well, Reistrade looked like he was waiting for him to come and confess, in line with his thirty expectations for this conversation, "I'm sorry, Greg. It was my mistake to install surveillance cameras in your home. ”

Lestrade spread his hands and said to McCroft.

"Maybe you won't believe my explanation, but I ask you to believe me, I'm just ...... There's really no way, my little brother Sherlock Holmes is a casual person, and I'm worried that one day he'll run away from my grasp forever, so I ...... I'm sorry. ”

Mycroft covered his eyes with one hand, his concern for Sherlock was not something that everyone could understand, he was really worried that Sherlock would disappear someday or die somewhere, when he didn't know, so he had to keep Sherlock firmly in his hands. Seriously, the most endearing thing in the Sherlock Holmes family is little Charlie, and if something happens to Sherlock, his parents can't accept it.

Lestrade seemed to understand what he meant, but as if he didn't understand, he took Mycroft's hand on the table, let out a long sigh and said, "But is this behavior really illegal?" Private law monitors other people's lives, even you can do it McCroft, especially since I have a bunch of children in my house. And you said trust me, believe me and believe that I can help Sherlock. ”

Mycroft felt the warmth of Reestrade, and the good-natured Reestrade forgave him, and planned No. 10.

He flipped his hand and took Lestrade's hand, "Greg, it's my mistake, and I believe in you, always." ”

This was like a love word, Lestrade immediately withdrew his hand, his face was slightly red, he stood up and didn't seem to know how to put it, but he still pretended to be stern and said, "I didn't forgive you!" Well, I've listened to your argument McCroft, so I'm going home. ”

McCroft looked at Reestrade with a helpless smile on his face, which seemed to be beyond his expectations, shouldn't the right course of action be for Reestrade to forgive him and then they have a friendly conversation to turn the page off?

It's just that this time should go with Lestrade, so Mycroft put the huge bag of dessert in Lestrade's hand, "I apologize for the gift, and once again I'm sorry for Grieg." ”

After thinking about it for a minute, Lestrade decided to accept the gift, who could refuse dessert.

Mycroft thought that he would at least give Lestrade a smile after accepting the gift, but he was wrong, Lestrade hooked his index finger at him with a bag in his hand, and Mycroft leaned over without the slightest suspicion, and then he saw a fist, and a sentence in his ear, "Forget what you said, don't step into other people's territory casually!" ”

By the time Mycroft came to his senses, Lestrade had already left the little café in stride.

Mycroft looked at Lestrade's back and covered his injured eyes and smiled, okay, this is also an exchange, but the use of fists is still one-sided, his dear Inspector Greg Lestrade once again does not play his cards according to common sense, and sure enough, Inspector is Inspector is always like that...... Larger than life.

When the pain passed, Mycroft pretended that nothing had happened, shaking his little black umbrella and slowly leaving, "Oh yes, if the Inspector wasn't so different, he wouldn't have adopted two little wizards." Mycroft stood still, silently read Lestrade's name, and smiled.

At the same time, Anthea was waiting at the door, and she looked at Mycroft, whose eyes were blue, "Boss, your eyes?" ”

"Shut up, Anthea."

Ancia shrugged, what if she shut up, what if she was busy looking for so many things before, to be able to see Mycroft Iceman Holmes being beaten up is worth it for the rest of her life!

For a week after the café incident, Lestrade had no contact with Mycroft at all, and even McCroft's initiative to meet was deliberately ignored by him. In Mycroft's view, this was a sign that Reestrade was still angry, and the man was still angry with him.

And during the period when Lestrade unilaterally did not contact him, if the only thing that could make McCroft happy was probably about Sherlock's detoxification, Sherlock's detoxification entered the later stages, and he did not do anything to resist during this period.

Hearing the news, Mycroft wondered if he should lament that his little brother had grown up?

Christmas is just around the corner, and Sherlock has a little rest, after all, everyone is going to have Christmas, isn't it?

Christmas is always a lively event, and before that, the Lestrade family was preparing for their own Christmas, and even Lestrade bought a huge Christmas tree to put at home, in his opinion, Christmas should have a Christmas atmosphere, especially when there are so many children in their family.

The school holidays have also begun, and a group of bear children on vacation have made Lestrade worried, especially since Sherlock has also suspended his drug rehab start.

Thankfully, however, he has not seen any signs of a struggle between the two sides, at least ...... There was no sign of fighting.

It's not that Lestrade boasts that the seven boys in their family can deal with a Sherlock Holmes quite easily, so what Lestrade has been worried about is that Sherlock will be beaten in the mouth one day.

Sherlock seems to be getting along with little Lestrade quite happily now, and the most favorite of the eight children is little Tony, and Lestrade has found that Tony's way of speaking has been moving closer to Sherlock lately, and to be honest, Sherlock is not a good learner, because Sherlock doesn't know how many people he has offended with this mouth over the years.

Now they're decorating the Christmas tree, and tomorrow it's Christmas Eve, and according to the tradition of the Lestrades, they'll be making a fuss for two whole days, Christmas Eve and Christmas.

Sherlock and Tony have modified all six cameras into small colorful lights that can be hung on the Christmas tree to play their role. Merlin and Loki are using their little talents to hang little stars on the tree, and the color that is being hung up now is green, the color that Loki likes. After the last "accidental" leak of their little talents, both Merlin and Loki no longer hide them, and they prefer to use their little talents to accomplish some things at home. As a guest at home, "Curious Baby" Sherlock also studied the three little wizards to his heart's content, and this magical and charming little talent seems to have nothing to do with blood and genes, but more like a ...... Coincidental.

"Green? And pink? ”

Sherlock frowned at the weirdly colored little stars, which he remembered when he bought them back, but now they had become such strange colors and were hung up.

"Raven loves pink."

Little Raven expressed her opinion in time, her favorite is pink, Sherlock can't criticize casually.

Sherlock raised his hand and surrendered, the last thing to provoke in this family was Raven, everyone's little princess, if he said to Raven that no matter whether it was Leestrade or Little Reistrid, it would be a nightmare.

"I don't have much hope for your aesthetics."

In this period of more than a month, Sherlock has been refreshed the most is his aesthetics, the completely hopeless aesthetics of the Lestrades!

Hearing Sherlock's complaint, Harry put the golden bell in his hand into his hand, "You like, golden." ”

"I don't ......"

Harry held out two fingers and shook them, "Sherlock, you can't hide it from Hannibal. ”

Sherlock looked indignant and carefully hung the golden bell on the tree, the smartest man in the family, Hannibal Lecter, a psychiatrist, and one of the few people he hated the most who could see through him!

"I don't like gold!"

Harold put down the computer in his hand, "Trust me, Sherlock, this is your fiftieth duplicity. ”

"Fifty? It seems to be a little less than the younger brother. Thor's words got Loki an elbow blow, he wasn't duplicitous.

Compared to the noise outside, it has become a pure land in the kitchen, Hannibal did not care about the louder and louder noise outside, he believed that Harry and Harold in Sherlock and his brothers would definitely not fight, he looked at the Christmas Eve food prepared by Lestrade, tilted his head and asked, "Greg, do we have guests tomorrow?" ”

"It's Dad." Lestrade pinched Hannibal's cheek and smiled as he picked at his cheek with his fingers, "Yes, guest." It's one of my ...... Friend. ”

Hannibal rubbed his cheeks and squinted his eyes, Greg was shy at the mention of this friend, he smelled shy from the inside out, although he didn't say whether this friend was "She" or "He", but Hannibal guessed that this mysterious friend was probably the mysterious Miss M.

After McCroft wrapped up his wrap-up session on December 23, he received a text message from Dear Greg, who hadn't reached out to him for a long time.

A text message is an invitation.

Mr. Mycroft Holmes, I cordially invite you to Christmas' Eve at the House of Lestrade. ――GL

After reading the text message, he showed a rare smile, and said to Ancia who was following him: "Push off tomorrow's and the day after tomorrow's dance, and prepare for ten ...... by the way." Not to a nine-point gift, a gift other than Greg. ”

The gift of the dearest Greg Lestrade is, of course, prepared by him himself.

Tomorrow, Christmas Eve.

I'm looking forward to it, dear Greg. ――M