[BBCSherlock-Xover] Circus Spy

Chapter 16 Extra Story Courteous-04

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"Where's the boss? A"

Ten minutes later, after finishing the work at hand, Lestrade picked up the phone and replied "I don't know. GL".

He actually wanted to yell, how could he know something that Anthea, who knew everything and penetrated every corner, didn't know.

And Anthea replied almost immediately, "It has been found." Lestrade did not miss the fact that Anthea, who was as accurate as a robot, forgot to sign.

But then another message came, "The boss is doing it wrong. A"

Lestrade has no time to worry about the meaning of Anthea's nonsensical text messages. He made a major discovery to Sherlock's old files. He is sorting out the materials and submitting an application for review to re-investigate the case. .

On the one hand, Lestrade wants to find out the case that has been pending for five years. On the other hand, he can see from the lines and Sherlock's obsession with the case that the case must be extremely dangerous. Locke missed the slightest bit.

Since the beginning of winter, Sherlock has been missing more and more, but fortunately, Lestrade has all the official information, so Sherlock will contact him every now and then, and he will know where Sherlock is.

The phone rang, and Lestrade glanced, it was Mycroft.

"Greg Lestrade," said Lestrade in an official tone.

Mycroft laughed lowly, and followed him, "Inspector, it's me."

"What's the matter?" Lestrade leaned back in the chair, soothing his back muscles that had been tense all day.

"The party next weekend."

"Oh, let me arrange the time." Lestrade looked at the calendar. The next week is Christmas. After the new building of the Circus was built, it was agreed to hold a party on the weekend of the week before Christmas every year. The first time Lestrade was present, and every time he was to follow, he would be invited.

"I see, you have time." Mycroft smiled compulsively.

"You can no longer use my password to log in to my system without authorization, do you understand!"

"of course."

Yes, of course Mycroft understood, and Lestrade rolled his eyes, but whether he followed through was another matter.

"However, I have to say that the password you changed No.20 five times is nothing new."

"Mr. Holmes, if there is nothing else, I have to work. I have no time, and I don't want to waste it thinking of some unique codes to satisfy your voyeuristic desire."

"Oh my God dear Greg, I'm really chilling when you say that. I just wanted to see if your report would help you in your future promotions, luckily I blocked your last stupid one just in time Report, that will affect..."

"Wait a minute, what are you talking about?" Lestrade hurriedly logged into his system, and found that the last report on the headless woman's body in the Thames River had been withdrawn by Mycroft, and now it was quietly lying in the draft box. "You, why the hell are you withdrawing my report?" Lestrade roared, scaring Sergeant Donovan to knock on the door and look in.Lestrade swung her back and warned Mycroft in a low voice: "May, please don't do this again, okay? I'm really going to be angry."

Mycroft was silent for a while, then said, "I have an impromptu meeting, so I'll hang up first."

Lestrade hung up the line, sighed, picked up the phone again, and sent Anthea, "It's really too much. GL"

But this time Anthea didn't reply.Lestrade surmised that she was in a conference with Mycroft.

"Come to Hope Road 9-11A. SH"

Just as Lestrade was about to resend his report, he received a text message from Sherlock. The two Holmes, one big and one small, really made him unbearable.Lestrade rubbed his eyes, and decided that since this was the case, the report should not be sent at all, so he turned off the computer and set off to hope that Lu would meet Sherlock.

**

Mycroft walked into the venue with Lestrade, and Eric, who was having a good conversation with Charles Xavier, paused the discussion and raised his glass to Lestrade, while Mycroft raised his hand On Lestrade's shoulder, Eric and Charles laughed.

As soon as the two of them reached the dining table, Anthea walked in with high heels and whispered something in Mycroft's ear. Lestrade couldn't hear clearly, but only vaguely heard the boss and the plan, and then Mycroft leaned over and kissed Lestrade on the cheek, and whispered, "I'll be back."

Seeing Mycroft leave, everyone swarmed up and looked closely at the beauty of Scotland Yard who could subdue their second-in-command in the Circus.

Eric and Charles, who saw everything in their eyes, came over and sent the gang of bastards away, helping Lestrade out of the siege.

"Inspector, I heard that you are expected to be promoted to superintendent next year? Congratulations." Charles narrowed his eyes with a gentle smile, and handed the wine glass to Lestrade.

"Call me Greg." Lestrade took it, greeting Charles.

"Cheers." Charles' cheeks were rosy, he took a sip, and stopped drinking.

"Are you okay?" Eric helped Charles, and Charles said something in a low voice, going to the bathroom, Eric wanted to accompany him, but he refused, "You can accompany Greg, it's not like I don't know him , be right back." Then he smiled apologetically at Lestrade.

Lestrade looked at Charles' back with a bit of worry, feeling that he was no different than when he saw him last year-this is not good news, because Charles had just climbed back from the death line when he first saw him last year, and he is still the same now. Pale and weak.

"Don't underestimate him, he can see your misfortune at a glance."

"Unfortunate?" Lestrade smiled contemptuously. "What's wrong with me?" Lestrade asked back.

"Oh, isn't it misfortune to be entangled by the Holmes family?"

"That's right." The two looked at each other and laughed.

The banquet was coming to an end, Mycroft and the boss did not show up for a long time, Lestrade, Eric and Charles sat in the corner whispering and talking nonsense after drinking.

"Why hasn't Mycroft come back?" Eric took out the cigarette case from Lestrade's pocket. He had finished smoking his own. Although the brand was different, the desire to have a cigarette after drunk was unstoppable, so Regardless, he lit it and put it in his mouth. "Well, it tastes good, what brand is it?"

"King Dunhill." Lestrade also answered in a daze.Charles smiled and did not stop the two from smoking indoors.

"I'm a little dizzy, I'm going out to get some air." Lestrade leaned on the wall and came to the balcony, just in time to see two pairs of wild mandarin ducks expressing their hearts here.

"I can't take it anymore. There are always so many people around you. I can't be jealous. Please, let me go."

Lestrade suddenly felt empathy for the stranger's words, and nodded in agreement, saying that he was right.

"What happened to you today?"

"I just want to live a good life with you, but you don't seem to care about me."

Lestrade felt that what the man said coincided with what he had been thinking recently, so he leaned against the wall to find a comfortable position and continued to eavesdrop.

"Don't overthink it."

"I'm not thinking about it!" The man suddenly grabbed the other man's hand, "Look, you carry it every day, and you always think about him, don't you!"

"Hehe, so that's what you care about." Another person broke free from that person's hand, took off the ring on the ring finger with the other hand, and threw it viciously from the balcony, landing in the East Lake of the Circus, but Not even a sound. "Are you relieved now?"

Lestrade was shivered by the cold wind, and suddenly half sober, he didn't continue to listen.

The moment he turned around, he saw Anthea was looking at him worriedly on the other side of the window, holding a mobile phone in his hand as if editing a text message.

Lestrade smiled at her and went back to Eric and Charles.

"I want to vomit." Charles lay half-lying on the sofa in a disfigured manner, pouting and playing tricks.

"Let's go, I'll take you home." Eric was still sober and pulled Charles up, and the two stumbled out. Charles' assistant Hanke opened the glass door for the two in time, otherwise the two would have bumped into each other. There was blood on the glass door.

Lestrade looked at the two idiots, clutching his stomach and laughing non-stop, not feeling that he was not on the sofa at this time, but sitting on the ground, "Hahaha two idiots." Lestrade The tears of laughter flowed out, and they kept cursing.

**

On the second day, Lestrade moved out of Holmes Manor. After staying in the hotel for two days, the Scotland Yard single dormitory he had applied for was finally vacated, and he moved in.

Sherlock, who hadn't shown up for half a month, finally "received" Lestrade on Montague Street. After only one look at him, Sherlock pointed out sharply: "Even if you two break up, you still have the obligation Give me the case."

"Yes, yes. My Master Holmes." After finishing speaking, Lestrade stood quietly beside Sherlock, waiting for him to finish reading the files that he secretly brought out and never borrowed.

"This murderer is very cunning. He imitated Jack the Ripper every step of the way. He even imitated the knife and cutting angle used to cut the skin of the dead. If it hadn't been 120 years, I would think it was done by one person. Seeing Sherlock put away the stack of documents, Lestrade interrupted.

"Is that your stupid idea, or the whole of Scotland Yard? Oh, I almost forgot that you are the smarter one in Scotland Yard, and you are still like this, tsk tsk..."

"Thank you so much for your compliment..." Having spent so many years with the two Holmes brothers, Lestrade could naturally hear that this was an awkward way of expressing appreciation from the younger one, and accepted it with a smile.

"You're looking for a six-foot-nine man with fair skin and red curly hair."

Lestrade smiled, drawing Sherlock's undisguised disgust.

"why are you laughing?"

"I'm sorry, I'm not questioning you, but, don't you think the person you describe is yourself?"

"You stupid..." Sherlock froze there before he finished speaking.

TBC