[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

Mycroft took off his right hand glove, held a cigarette between his index and middle fingers, and stood smoking under the eaves of the cafe next to 221B.

The night was very cold. For Irene Adler, today must be a sleepless night.

Isabella walked down the stairs from 221B. She didn't stop until she was next to McCoff, frowning at the cigarette with fireflies in his hand.

"Caffeine, alcohol...and now it's nicotine," she said slightly dissatisfied, "Do you need me to help you make an appointment for tomorrow's medical examination?"

"Low-tar, the only one," Mycroft said.

"Is it for refreshment?" Isabella asked suspiciously, "Are you going to continue to deal with Irene Adler's cell phone? It's already two o'clock in the morning, and you haven't closed your eyes for more than 36 hours. .”

"I know," Mycroft helplessly snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand, leaned close to her hair and kissed her temples lightly, "Anthea will take you home in a while, and I'll go back to rest after finishing the matter. "

"...Have you had dinner yet?" Isabella suddenly remembered this matter, and she had a vague feeling that McCoff probably consumed coffee to ensure his energy supply all day today, "Don't tell me that nothing but coffee丨Because you didn’t eat anything except alcohol and nicotine.”

"..." Mycroft pursed his lips and remained silent.

"Have you not eaten all day?" Isabella said in surprise, "...If you go on like this, your weight loss plan will be successful in less than a month."

"That's really a good word from you." Mycroft said with a smirk.

"Uh, this," Isabella dug into her pocket, took out two Christmas chocolate balls from her pocket, and handed them to him, "the staff in Trafalgar Square gave out free chocolates, maybe you can start Pad it?"

McCoff took two chocolate balls, with a spray-painted version of Santa Claus painted on the gold-red background, smiling at him innocently.

The solemn and even abstinent three-piece black suit was too dramatic compared to the overly happy ball in his hand. Mycroft slightly bent his lips.

In the distance, the little black car had already parked silently by the side of the road. Mycroft lowered his head calmly and said, "Anthea is here, go back first and rest early."

"You too," Isabella stood on tiptoe and touched his lips softly, "I hope this matter can be resolved as soon as possible."

Mycroft was still standing under the eaves, looking at the taillights of the car that disappeared in the dark night and thinking about his own affairs. The Christmas ball that Isabella stuffed into his hand was just the right size, and it was just right for his big, knuckle-knuckle hand. Fully grasp.

The promise of love, the pain of loss, the joy of redemption...

What he calmly analyzed to Sherlock on the plane back then was not a warning to himself.

He never wanted to experience anything like the London Underground bombing.

……

Isabella returned to Pall Mall anyway.

It was nearly three o'clock in the morning when she finished washing and lying on the bed, but as before, the other side of the bed was always empty.

She thought about it and left a bedside lamp for Mycroft.

The comfortable and soft mattress allowed Isabella to unload the fatigue of the whole day in an instant, and she fell into a sweet dream with almost no effort.

When dawn was about to break, the bedroom was dimly lit, as if it was covered with a layer of plastic film to make it look unreal.

In a trance, Isabella felt a burst of damp cold air coming from the left side, she flinched instinctively, and soon, a pair of powerful arms wrapped around her, and the familiar scent of light shower gel scrambled into it. her nose.

She raised her eyelids in confusion, and what she could see was a large naked chest. Realizing that the person in her arms was awakened by her actions, Mycroft paused slightly with his hands around her back, and he stroked Isabella's back-beard fell a feather-light goodnight kiss on her forehead.

Isabella, who was in a drowsy sleep, subconsciously searched for the heat source closest to her. She buried her head in the other's chest and embraced each other to sleep.

The temperature dropped sharply in London's winter morning, and Isabella even forgot to light the fireplace in her bedroom because she fell asleep in a hurry last night.This also caused her bare arms outside the warm quilt to be as cold as if she had just been taken out of the refrigerator.

She withdrew her arms, and the cold gradually woke her up.

Close at hand is Mycroft's sleeping face.

Isabella woke up earlier than him for the first time, so she thought it was amused to stare at him non-stop.

The cold and sharp gray-blue eyes were gently closed, and now he lacked a lot of the daunting air-conditioning in ordinary times, unlike the high and inaccessible British government, at this moment Mycroft is closer to the "Mrs. Holmes family" The clever and obedient eldest son" is such a strange setting.

Isabella was amused by the thought in her mind, perhaps due to the fact that Mycroft slept soundly after a tired day, her eyes wandered unscrupulously on his fine eyelashes, high nose bridge and even in the Dream also frowned slightly.

"The height of the sun tells me...it's not even eight o'clock in the morning," Isabella was startled by what he said suddenly, the man didn't even open his eyelids, it was obvious that he had just woken up , with a hoarse and lazy voice, "I think we can sleep a little longer."

"...Did I wake you up?" Is this the necessary professionalism for a secret agent leader?Even though the other party has been promoted from that position for a long time and no longer needs to go on those dangerous field missions, these vigilant behaviors seem to have penetrated into his bone marrow and become his instinct.

"No." He tightened his arms around her waist.

Well, Isabella, who couldn't move at all, simply closed her eyes. Since even the busy British government chose to stay in bed, why did she, a college student on vacation who had no urgent business to do, bother to get up early.

On the other hand, Mycroft, who seldom enjoys a beautiful morning that is completely his own-even the British government, which is considered exhaustive, cannot predict what a lady in love will choose to do in the early morning, let alone That person is still his girlfriend.

So Mycroft opened his eyes before being awakened by the house's automatic triggering smoke alarm, and he caught a not-so-pleasant smell of burning rubber from electrical circuits.

He looked at the empty side of the bed and thought about the current time, so he easily deduced the result—it must be Her Royal Highness who "goed out in person" and did something irreparable to his kitchen.

Mycroft remembered the glaring "zero" in the culinary information in the investigative file on Isabella, and suddenly felt his head hurting again. He quickened his pace, hoping to rush in before Anthea led the agents Saved his devastated kitchen before.

"...Uh, Myc, you came just in time," Isabella stood by the stove in a hurry, and stuffed the blackened cooking pot into his hand, "throw it into the trash can, I don't want to See it again! It can catch fire by itself!"

"..."

Mycroft held the poor cooking pot in one hand, and quickly turned down the switch with the other hand. He said helplessly, "Maybe you should know that it won't catch fire by itself. You should What is adjusted is the flame size of the stove.”

"...The Wikipedia I read says that a big fire needs to be fired." Isabella said guiltily.

"Yes, dear, but you have to admit that sometimes I am more accurate than Wikipedia." Saying that, Mycroft smirked.

"Uh, well, I just want to have breakfast..." She paused strangely, thinking of the current time, she changed her words, "Lunch."

"You can tell Anthea."

"Anyway, she has been busy with you for several days...should I give her a vacation?" Isabella had an expression of "Look, you are just squeezing the labor force of the employees", she curled her lips and put the sticky stuff in the pot. The gooey liquid poured into the bowl.

"...Her vacation has been used up in March this year, in order to attend her cousin's wedding in Hawaii," Mycroft's eyes touched the bowl of strangely colored liquid, and he choked for a while, as if it took him a long time Time to adjust the sentence and restart the brain, so that what he said next is not so unacceptable, "...What is this colloid that seems to have Tyndall effect? ​​Do you want to stick something?"

"..." Isabella shook her hand holding the bowl of "colloid", and she replied blankly, "It's boiled soup."

"..."

An indescribable expression appeared on Mycroft's face, but of course it was fleeting. Soon, his sensitive "radar" told himself that it was best to avoid this topic.

"Umm...you can tell Princess Matilda that she is safe now." McCoff picked a topic and said.

"Is it so fast? Have you already decoded Irene Adler's phone?"

"Yes, although they are not very talented in guessing passwords, they are still useful in other ways," Mycroft smiled, "Goldfish should also have their value, otherwise MI6 wouldn't raise them for nothing. What an idler."

"A few months?" Isabella asked suspiciously, "I mean Irene...how many months can she live without that mobile phone? As Sherlock said, would you be so kind to help her?" ?”

"Obviously not." Mycroft raised his eyebrows.

"Tsk, it really is a very ICEMAN statement." Isabella complained.

"I guess she probably won't stay in the UK for too long, at least it will be difficult for her to get through Moriarty." McCoff pulled out a chair and sat opposite her. Close one eye, close one eye, that's all I can do for her."

Isabella sighed endlessly, "That's the sadistic queen, she has fallen to this point, after all, she is too greedy."

"In the final analysis - she chose the wrong opponent." Mycroft raised his chin arrogantly.

"OK, OK," Isabella agreed, "but there's Moriarty behind her."

"He can't wait for me to follow him... The London Underground, the taxi driver, the serial bombings, and Thewoman, he has a lot of underlings in his criminal empire, who should appear next?"

"...Maybe it's him?" Isabella said tentatively.

Mycroft didn't speak, as if lost in deep thought.

Isabella looked at the bowl of "colloid", and she lost her appetite when McCoff said that, but this was her first cooking work, and she was a bit reluctant to pour it directly into the sewer like this.She hesitated, should she dig a little with a small spoon and try it?

"My suggestion is not to challenge the limits of the human stomach." Mycroft's voice came slowly.

"..."

"If you're hungry, I can cook." He said as he got up and rolled up his sleeves, and skillfully took out some ingredients from the refrigerator.

"You know how to cook?" Isabella asked in surprise.

"Know a thing or two."

"Uh, but in my imagination," Isabella looked at the man who was relaxing at home in front of her, and felt a strong sense of disobedience, "I never thought you would do this."

"Mommy taught us a lot...although most of the time it's stored in the deepest part of my brain with a mess of useless knowledge."

"No way... at least not from Sherlock."

"He deleted it as trash when he cleaned up his brain space on a regular basis." Mycroft was not surprised.

"You're right," Isabella blinked, "do you have a day off today?"

"No, there's a meeting tonight," he said. "After Thewoman's business is over, some things should be put on the agenda."

"what's up?"

Mycroft only raised the corners of his lips slightly, and was not in a hurry to answer.

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