[BBCSherlock-Xover] Circus Spy

Chapter 20 Extra Courteous-08

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The biggest beneficiary of this incident seems to be Greg Lestrade, who was a blessing in disguise.

The appearance of Mycroft saved Lestrade, who was dazed by Donovan's screams.Donovan wisely left the ward and helped close the door.

Lestrade looked out the window, deliberately not looking at Mycroft, who hadn't been there since he woke up.

"G." Mycroft was exhausted, and even his clothes hadn't been changed three days ago.Initiating a change requires only one order, while the aftermath and cleanup are labor-intensive.

Lestrade still did not look at him until Mycroft took his hand.

Mycroft's hand was thick and warm, carefully holding Lestrade's injured one, and gently kissing it on his lips.Then Lestrade felt a chill on his ring finger, and subconsciously looked, there was a ring there.

"You found it?" Lestrade looked up at Mycroft in surprise.

Mycroft tidied up the somewhat long bangs that Lestrade hadn't cut for a long time. Of course, Lestrade didn't miss that there was a ring of the same style on Mycroft's ring finger.

"Of course." Mycroft was good at finding clues, and besides, this ring was never really discarded by Lestrade.

Lestrade, who had been disillusioned, turned his head and looked out of the window, but Mycroft turned his face away.

Lestrade didn't give in at first, even though Mycroft's chin was tightly held, his eyes still didn't look at him, but Mycroft has always been very patient, just watching quietly like that, not speaking but Nor let go.

Lestrade still compromised, looked at Mycroft, but hesitated a little, "In the future," Lestrade didn't want to give in, but he was unwilling, opened his mouth but retracted, Mycroft decided Watching him, waiting for him to speak. "...Could you stop looking for those little lovers?" In the end, Lestrade almost pleaded, and it wasn't that he didn't care, nor could he let it go. "I'm doing it for your own good. Look how dangerous this time is. He's going to succeed in blaming you."

Mycroft still looked at Lestrade steadfastly, Lestrade saw that he didn't respond, his heart was like a cold wind blowing, and he said all the words in his heart as if resigned to his fate, "I'm going crazy, Every time you find one, I want to kill one. When I killed those two red-haired killers, all I could think about was you. I wish I could tear them into pieces with you. This is too much a test of my personality and policing Yes, I..."

Before he finished speaking, Mycroft suddenly grabbed him into his arms and hugged him tightly, "Mike?"

All along, Lestrade's attitude made Mycroft think that he didn't care, didn't care.He even suspected that Lestrade had been by his side not out of affection but habit, the more this happened, the farther and farther the two who were at opposite ends would get further and further apart.

Mycroft mistakenly wanted to stimulate Lestrade with those little lovers, hoping that he would show some "still caring", but Lestrade deliberately pretended "not caring" to condone what Mycroft did Because of this, the two of them have not spoken clearly until today, and they have both delayed for too many years.

Mycroft laughed at himself for not knowing Lestrade as well as his stupid brother, but tears were streaming down his face.Seeing him crying and laughing, Lestrade was caught off guard, and didn't know whether to pat him to comfort him, or give him a piece of paper first.In the end, Lestrade just quietly put his arms around Mycroft, and stayed quietly in his arms.

**

Scotland Yard's new chief has a kind face and black hair streaked with silver.He looks good when he smiles, and he's scary when he's serious.There were always two framed pictures on his desk, and no one knew that one was a picture of his brother standing in front of a tall pine tree, and the other was a picture of the chief with someone on his private yacht in the Caribbean Group photo, smile brighter than the sun.

The Circus has survived the transformation, and the boss, with the help of four capable lieutenants, continues to enjoy rare peace in the center of the storm.

Someone is sitting behind a large desk staring at a surveillance screen. On the screen, a man in a trench coat comes out of an apartment on Montague Street, reaching out to hail a taxi; on the other screen, Scotland Yard is buried in official documents The director glanced at the photos on the table during the occasional break, and smiled warmly.

Mycroft picked up the phone to text his suddenly busy partner, but put it down, shifting all his control from overwhelming the new agent to endlessly spying on his partner. It is better not to let the director know about this matter, he can imagine how Lestrade will be furious and revenge when he finds out, although sometimes his revenge is unexpectedly interesting, but Mycroft knows that he will never be able to Saying "no" to the director, if he asked to withdraw all surveillance plans, he would undoubtedly agree, but he never wanted to experience the feeling of being at a loss for knowing nothing about the director's safety again.He pressed the pager on the table, "Anthea, go and help me make an appointment with a wrist rehabilitator, and confirm whether the subcutaneous positioning chip is ready."

The Sherlock Holmes estate finally welcomed all three of its owners back in the spring, and Jeremy was delighted to have Lestrade back.Although the two brothers of the Holmes family are still at war, everyone in the know knows that the younger brother has agreed to enter the Circus with his brother, and the two brothers still took a group photo in front of the Whitehall, leaving behind two equally tall and tall. A figure and two similar profiles.

The elder of the Holmes family was in a good mood today, and told everyone that he would cook for himself. Sherlock looked at Mycroft incredulously like staring at a monster, and Lestrade just smiled and helped Mycroft. Foot pulled on his apron, then turned to chat with Anthea.

"Detective, oh no, Chief, if one day the boss falls, can I be your secretary?" Anthea held the phone and looked at Lestrade half-jokingly.

"Of course, that's my honor, beautiful Miss A." Lestrade's smile was warm and gentle. Seeing Anthea jump around, he hurriedly found an excuse to run out to take a deep breath, and sighed that it was no wonder her family seemed to be strong. The boss will pay for it for a lifetime.

"It's surprising that he looks like this?" Lestrade sat next to Sherlock.

"Thinking about it, it's not impossible." After all, Mycroft was an agent, and it was logical that he would cook a la carte to avoid starving to death during a solo mission.

"And after he treated you like that, it really surprised me that you came back here." Sherlock would never understand feelings.

"I said, we didn't break up, I just moved out, this is still my home, why don't I come back."

"So what if one day he proposes to break up?"

"As you said, I can't listen to your brother, can I?" Lestrade blinked slyly.Sherlock suddenly figured out that he still had time to obey Mycroft, but Lestrade had been leading Mycroft all the time. If you can't beat the seemingly benign and harmless chief, you will lose for the rest of your life.

"G. Where's the salt?" Mycroft poked his head out, and Lestrade patted Sherlock on the shoulder, got up and walked into the kitchen.

"What is this?" Mycroft rarely raised his voice.

"Hey, take it easy, it's just a coin."

"I told you to put it away, so you put it in the salt shaker?"

"Yeah, it's the safest place. And it reminds me of it every moment."

"You wouldn't want to say that the salt we eat every day has bacteria on it."

"Yes, this is the only way to ensure that our relationship lasts forever."

"But it's dirty." Mycroft took out the coin with Lestrade's side face engraved on it, and threw the pot of salt into the trash can, which drew Lestrade's protest.

"Where did you hide my massage (what) stick?" Lestrade snatched the coin from Mycroft's hand, rubbed it carefully, and put it in his wallet.

"Throw it away as well."

"Hey, you can't do this, it's mine."

"Your has been here all along." Mycroft suddenly pulled Lestrade over, pressing his lower body against Lestrade.As if it wasn't enough, Mycroft still held on to Lestrade's hand and reached under him, but Lestrade punched it open.

"Stinking rogue."

Sherlock rolled his eyes, these two idiots.

In love, no one is right or wrong, and whoever loses wins. Anthea typed text messages quickly on the balcony, Jeremy was cleaning the car in the garden, and the cook picked up Lestrade's new dachshund, and took it with him. Looking at it and laughing at the couple who were quarreling over a pot of salt, Sherlock picked up the file book that Mycroft had handed him in the study.

The following winter, Charles Xavier, who had an unforgettable smile at a Christmas party, was attacked and killed while on a field mission.

This kicked off a treacherous round-field spy war.

FIN.