Mr. Inspector

When he returned to his apartment this evening, Lestrade found that someone was already waiting at the door, smiling as if predicting that he would come back at this time.

At this moment, Mycroft was wearing a navy blue scarf, which should be the same style as his younger brother... Except for the only measure of warmth, he was not afraid of the cold and insisted on wearing a cold suit—I don’t know Whether it is work needs or special preferences, he seems to have no other clothes all year round.

He stood still and watched Mr. Inspector come from the stairs, raised his eyebrows and said, "I have a proposal, of course you don't have to accept it."

"Tell me." The inspector replied as he opened the door of the apartment.

"How about giving me a key to your apartment too? It will be more convenient in the future."

"...What?" The inspector turned his head to look at him in disbelief when he heard the words, suspecting that he had heard it wrong.

"Nothing." Mycroft shrugged and followed him into the apartment.

……

Mycroft is obviously more familiar with the layout of the apartment here than Lestrade, for example, he knows exactly where the sugar cubes used to make coffee are—

"Second level on the first shelf to the left of the kitchen cabinet."

"...Thank you for telling me."

Lestrade didn't really want to ask him how he knew, and if he wanted to ask, the result would be very disturbing.

"You're welcome." Mycroft skillfully walked over and turned on the heater in the apartment, then took off his coat and hung it on the hook on the wall, sighing, "This winter doesn't seem to be as cold as previous years."

He sat down on a corner of the sofa in the living room, and leaned on the sofa in a relaxed manner.

Lestrade came out of the kitchen, holding freshly made coffee... It may be said that Mycroft's teeth are not good, but this did not prevent him from choosing a full five from the sugar cubes he found. The block is added to the coffee cup that is handed to the other party.

After taking a sip of the coffee, McCoff praised: "This sweetness is just right."

"……nice! You love it."

Lestrade sat on the sofa opposite him while holding his own cup, stretching his limbs.Comfortable breaks are especially valuable now after a long day at Scotland Yard.

...Of course ignoring the words of the person in front of him, he will be more relaxed.

This was the second time the two sat together and chatted calmly after they met. Compared with the embarrassment and discomfort of the first time, this time was obviously much better.

After all, they have been friends for many years, and it only takes a while to figure out the other party's current temper, and they don't have too many scruples when speaking.

If you want to seriously trace the beginning of the two people's relationship, you have to go back to the high school days, when Mycroft and Lestrade were classmates in the same class.Just like each of us will meet one or two learning gods in our lives, at that time, Mycroft was such a god-level existence, so good that his IQ could be capped, enough to kill every teacher and classmate who knew him.

At that time, Lestrade's mentality was—this classmate is too unfriendly!

Of course, the popularity of British teenagers in school has not been positively correlated with their IQ. On the contrary, the higher the IQ, the easier it is to be excluded and isolated. Teachers don't like little kids who point out their mistakes from time to time.

——Comparing your heart to your heart, no one is willing to accept a theory that you don't seem to understand like an idiot when you are in your 20s.

Although McCoff was able to crush everything at the IQ level at that time, he was helpless in other aspects.So there are often three or five unfriendly classmates hugging and booing around him-"Hey, McCoff, can you use mathematical methods to calculate whether you will be beaten in tomorrow's football game?" or "I heard that Holmes' confession to Jessica was rejected hahahaha..."

Jessica was recognized as the beauty of the school at that time, and of course the God of Learning, Mycroft, had no interest in her.But for these boring remarks, he still couldn't help but move his hands while he was still in adolescence.

When a group of people were wrestling with each other red-faced, Lestrade happened to pass by and joined the battle without even thinking about it.He has always had a sense of justice, which is why he later became a policeman.

On that day, people from both sides inevitably failed the lottery, and were punished by the school - this is undoubtedly a disaster for Lestrade, he is obviously just seeing injustice...

Mycroft, who was hung up, came out of the teacher's office. He reached out and patted Lestrade on the shoulder, expressing his appreciation for his rare quality, and then asked—"What's your name?"

——God of Xue, have you made a mistake?

Lestrade suddenly became unhappy, and then replied in a muffled voice: "Greg Lestrade, besides, you don't need to tell me your name, I know... because you are sitting in front of me."

McCoff felt embarrassed, at least the classmate didn't remember his name, he felt a little sorry for him.

"Forget it!" Lestrade felt a lot better seeing him like this, so he waved his hand cheerfully, indicating that he didn't care, "If you need help in the future, just come to me!"

——He never expected what kind of entanglement this unintentional move would bring to him in the future... This is a later story.

Anyway, after that incident, the relationship between the two has improved a lot, and they gradually developed into real family members, and they have maintained close contact after they graduated from college.

The relationship between the two is as follows -

Lestrade obeyed everything Mycroft said, just like the most loyal subordinate, and would not question any of his decisions.And McCoff also trusted him completely and did not make any concealment.

So far, the relationship between the two has not exceeded the rules.It cannot be said that there is no sign of love between them other than friendship, but they were suppressed in time, or ignored directly.

Mycroft was the one who took the initiative to suppress his desires. He often had the urge to kiss Lestrade, but he tried hard to restrain it... He thought it was because he was too tired from work recently.Working in the British government, he had to be careful with every step he took, which consumed his energy all the time.He could no longer lose a faithful companion to his own impulsiveness...

The two of them never took that step until Lestrade went to Mycroft's house on an occasion, and happened to meet Sherlock who came back from school.

Young Sherlock was the same as he was as an adult - observant and willing to reveal any interesting discoveries, without bothering to worry about the occasion.

So Sherlock straight boy Holmes reported his findings directly, "Hey, Mycroft, he seems to like you."

Lestrade, who had just walked in for a while, was stunned—what are you talking about?

After being surprised for a short while, Mycroft wanted to change the subject. He knew that Sherlock could not be questioned at this time.

"Well, did I hear wrong..." Lestrade wanted to confirm again.

Sherlock, who was still in middle school, took a serious look at him, and told him clearly again, "Youwanna have sex with him." There was also a little show off in his tone.

Lestrade, who heard it clearly this time, gave him a punch without thinking, and then hurriedly slammed the door and left.

Mycroft raised his forehead.

Sherlock rubbed his face.

The mood of the two brothers is a little delicate.

……

Then, Lestrade slept with Mycroft that night in a daze.

— Cough, this is the official end of the memories.

Time passed quickly, and Mr. Inspector looked at the window from time to time. At this time, the sky in London was completely dark, and the person opposite seemed to have no plans to leave.

He had to remind him aloud - "I have to work tomorrow..."

"Oh, that's right." Mycroft reacted and got up from the sofa, "I think it's time for me to say goodbye."

Mr. Inspector breathed a sigh of relief, "Your umbrella is at the door, don't forget to take it with you when you leave."

Walking to the door, Mycroft suddenly stopped, "I really don't think about it—"

The detective's indifferent expression gave him the answer.

"That's fine..." He raised his little black umbrella, "SEEU." Then he gave a big smile.