[Comprehensive Anglo-American] A genius report on love

chapter47

New York City Hospital Senior Ward.

When Mia woke up, she was already on the hospital bed.

Of course she was not in a coma, but after seeing the support team open the blocked sewer and successfully rescue them, Mia almost collapsed and fell asleep on the ambulance.

It was already the afternoon of the second day when I woke up again.

Sitting by the hospital bed turned out to be the long-lost Mr. Mycroft, the British Government, and Sherlock Holmes.

It was a little unexpected that the brother of the British government would personally travel across the ocean to come to the United States, but after thinking about it, after all, his only brother is currently injured and hospitalized, so even if he came to take care of him, it would be fine to see that he is a friend who is still a little friendly unreasonable.

Mycroft's cell phone flashed for a moment as if there was a text message. He just glanced at it casually and put the cell phone back in his pocket. This also noticed the fact that Mia had woken up.

"Are you awake? Are you okay? Need me to call you a doctor?"

Mia just woke up and was still a little dazed, and her throat was still smoking after two days of tossing without drinking water.

"Ahem..." She coughed a few times and waved her hand at McCoff, "I'm fine."

This gentlemanly manner, Mycroft was more considerate than Sherlock. He turned around and poured a glass of water for Mia. The water was moderately hot and not scalding, "Drink some water first."

"Thank you."

After drinking water, Mia finally recovered a lot, "Brother Mycroft came here specially to care about his injury? How is Sherlock? Still resting?"

"About this..." Mycroft's expression faltered, as if there was something unspeakable, "Mia, I'm here waiting for you to wake up just to tell you—"

Mia had never seen such a troubled expression on the ten-thousand-year old fox, and Mia also had some ominous premonition in her heart, "What happened?"

"Sherlock..." Mycroft pursed his lips, "The rescuers came a bit late, and his injuries are a bit serious, so—"

"Get to the point!" Mia jumped off the bed right now, impatiently interrupting Mycroft's intermittent narration, "What happened to Sherlock?"

"Unfortunately..." Mycroft closed his eyes and shook his head helplessly.

"Are you serious?" Mia couldn't accept such a message at all for a moment, as if she was still in a dream, but her body was already in constant motion, and her legs softened and fell back to the hospital bed behind her "I...I don't believe it, Sherlock...where is he? Let me go and see him!"

Her hands gripped Mycroft's shoulders, every finger trembling.

"It's too late, sorry."

Then there was a long silence.

Even the flowing air seemed to condense.

Mia was sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes were facing out of the window, it was close to evening, and the orange sunset seemed to have a sense of sadness.

She emptied all her thoughts and didn't dare to think about anything, she was afraid that any memory about that man would completely overwhelm herself.

She actually missed the last moment with him, she actually...

It finally killed him.

She spent ten years with guilt for that strange but dedicated little policeman, and perhaps she will spend the rest of her life with nostalgia for Sherlock.

"Mia." I don't know how long it took, Mycroft's voice rang in my ears again, "I know you are very sad, but there are still some things about Sherlock, I think I should tell you."

"What... what?" Mia finally recovered, and looked at Mycroft quietly.

"Sherlock very much hopes that you will give up the FBI job. Even if it is not for him, he just hopes that you will not be put in danger again, because he can no longer protect you. I know, although these words may not be said now It's meaningless, it's just adding to your sadness, but... this is his last wish after all."

"I...understand, thank you, Mycroft."

Mycroft's words were sincere and painful, and Mia was willing to believe that this was indeed Sherlock's true wish.

only……

Mia, who recovered from the initial sadness and shock, gradually began to discover doubts.

When did Brother Mycroft come to New York?

Was it when he learned that Sherlock was also involved in the front-line investigation, or when he heard that Sherlock was unfortunately injured?

No matter how powerful the British government is, or how efficient it is.

From London to New York, it took less than a day from the time Sherlock was discovered by the rescue team to the present, on a nearly ten-hour plane.

Even if Mycroft is a calm and restrained person, even if he waited here for his brother's last wish, just to say those words himself, he shouldn't be in this state now, he obviously has more Trouble has to be dealt with, whether it's Sherlock's aftermath or the diplomatic issues between the two countries.

Even if there were layers of guards from the FBI in this hospital, it would not be so peaceful and peaceful. She looked out of the window just now, and even the reporters were just wandering around the hospital entrance in twos and threes.

The bombing has been closely watched by the media from the very beginning. No matter how much the government tried to cover up the news, the two bombings, the evacuation of the population at the six bombing sites, the robbery of the prison van, and the last time Ilya died The collapsed sewer can never be easily covered up.

Not to mention the death of a world-renowned consulting detective today.

Besides, from the time when Sherlock insisted on participating in the investigation of this case, the entire FBI, whether it is her current high-IQ crime team or the BAU partners who came from Quantico, everyone has seen that in Sherlock's eyes. Straightforward passion.

If it was really an accident for him, then at this time, there should be far more than McCoff alone in front of his hospital bed. Although Mia would not be narcissistic and think that people all over the world would turn to her, but this A little friendship, there is always something.

All the details are wrong.

Was Mycroft lying on purpose, or was Sherlock involved?

What does he want to do, to see if he is sad, or...

Mia thought about how to prove her suspicions, especially at this moment of endless sadness.

If you ask directly, you will appear too ruthless and too inappropriate.

Or sneak out of the ward and find someone to find out which ward Sherlock is in?

According to the normal procedure, unless he has not passed the critical period and is under guardianship in the ICU, he should not be too far away from him.

Mia was in a dilemma sitting on the hospital bed, but at this moment the door of the ward was suddenly opened.

A bald head with a little less hair poked in.

"Moz, I see you, come in."

Moz's ridiculously cute behavior always makes Mia laugh anytime.

Moz entered the ward with a large bouquet of flowers and some cookies, and he took a look at McCoff, "Did I interrupt your conversation?"

"No, it's okay." Mia watched Moz put the flowers into the vase, and seemed to remember that someone who was supposed to show up didn't come together, "Why are you the only one here?"

"Neil has a temporary job." Moz paused, then added, "Pete is back."

"What?" She was just injured while performing a mission. Could it be that she was transferred or lost her job?Shouldn't you communicate with yourself first on such a big matter?

"I heard that some difficult case suddenly happened, and you happened to be in the hospital. Pete volunteered to come back to help." Moz specially added an accent to the word "active".

"That's right." Mia nodded knowingly, and found her mobile phone from the personal belongings on the bedside table.

Plug in, turn on...

There was indeed a call from the FBI, and an announcement that Pete Bork had temporarily taken over the new case.

Although this matter is reasonable in terms of emotion and reason, it also smells abnormal everywhere, especially Moz's deliberately emphasized tone.

Pete's new job in Washington should already be on track, and if there were no compelling circumstances, there would be no reason for him to leave his job there and come here.

What's more, I was only slightly injured this time, so it didn't affect her mobility, and she didn't need a long vacation to adjust her emotions.

Pete is a good man, he is just and kind, and he is very persistent in what he insists on.

This is fully reflected in the incident where it took him years to finally catch Neil Caffrey.

There must be some special purpose for his sudden appearance now.

Mycroft watched as Mia's attention was completely attracted by the news brought by the little man named Moz. He probably also understood that his lies to Sherlock had already been seen through by this smart woman.It doesn't make any sense for him to stay here now.

He didn't intend to stimulate Mia, or to test the depth of her love with Sherlock.He was just trying his best to match this pair of lovers.

After all, the FBI living in New York and an internationally renowned art thief, such a dual identity, for Mia, will sooner or later cause troubles in her life.

She always had to choose to give up one of them. Of course, for McCoff, he hoped that Mia would give up her identity as the FBI, at least she wouldn't have to live in two places with Sherlock.

After McCoff left the ward, Moz, who had been taciturn, came up again.

"Neil told me to tell you, be careful."

"Be careful?"

"He said that although Pete was transferred to Washington, he has been investigating the relationship between you and Neil in private. This time he came back suddenly, I am afraid that he has some evidence."

Mia couldn't help frowning when she heard the words, "What does Pete want to do?"

According to Pete's personality, if he has evidence in his hands that proves that he is the international art thief, he should apply for arrest without hesitation.

But he returned to New York under the pretense of taking on a new case temporarily.

In fact, Mia is still a little confident about her other identity. Even if Pete can really investigate the relationship between her and Neil's lovers so many years ago, she may not be able to find evidence of her own crime. After all, she really started to embark on this road. Lu is two or three years after parting with Neil.

So what was Pete up to?

The author has something to say: I wanted to write the ending at once, it seems a bit long~~

By the way, I want to write a story about the heroine and Neil~~ If you want to see anything else, you can name it