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fellows for the sake of his safety. It was that that man had never taken
advantage of his own power to interfere Greg's career, because Mycroft
understood how proud Greg was to be a real Scotland Yarder and to serve the
people and the society. Mycroft never turned his dreams and glories into shames.
'I shan't have said that...' whispered Greg. He would say sorry if Mycroft were in front of him at this moment, but he wasn't. Yet Greg was still feeling guilty for his faithful members, who should never be betrayed or doubted. Too many thoughts made Greg confused and he wondered what to say or do when next time he met Mycroft.
Finally Greg told himself that he would definitely right the wrong when tomorrow came. "Mycroft was all for me," Greg thought. "I won’t let him down."
Then tomorrow came.
The criminal classes in London were as bad as the rest in the world. They shattered peaceful lives for the major and ruined all happiness in the community. Another serious crime was reported to the Yard, D.I. Lestrade in charge of that. In order to catch the evil as soon as possible, Greg went to Sherlock but came across the brother unexpectedly.
Greg longed to talk with Mycroft but he knew it was not the right time. He introduced the case and clues they'd got by far briefly to Sherlock and made an appointment with him to meet at the Yard. Mycroft however didn't look at Greg all along until he left, and Mycroft took a glance at the door while Sherlock was looking at his brother in a disapproving manner.
'Remember last time in the Palace, what did you say about John and me?'
'I beg your pardon?'
'"Just once, can you two behave like grown-ups?" Was it? Well judging by the case now dear brother, it was a bit rich coming from you, wasn't it?'
'I didn't know you two were close.'
'What a shame! I thought you two were closer.'
Mycroft left the 221B after meeting John at the gate. He had a seat in the car, thinking. 'Have I done it wrong?' said Mycroft.
Anthea, sitting next to him, was not sure if it was a question to be answered. She was even less sure whether it was proper to let her leader know that she'd actually got the case, more or less. After a long while of silence, she decided to speak. 'I'm not supposed to make judgment on your moves, sir. But I have to say, Inspector Lestrade has somewhat got the point.'
* * * *
Generally, Greg was all clear to Mycroft since he had nothing to fear or hide, except for only one fact. He had never and would never tell Mycroft that on the next morning of their thirteenth anniversary, he nearly came to tears when Mycroft said 'Good morning'. Wasn't it all happy to meet the one you loved in every morning? Greg would like to treasure that particular moment secretly for his entire life.
'I shan't have said that...' whispered Greg. He would say sorry if Mycroft were in front of him at this moment, but he wasn't. Yet Greg was still feeling guilty for his faithful members, who should never be betrayed or doubted. Too many thoughts made Greg confused and he wondered what to say or do when next time he met Mycroft.
Finally Greg told himself that he would definitely right the wrong when tomorrow came. "Mycroft was all for me," Greg thought. "I won’t let him down."
Then tomorrow came.
The criminal classes in London were as bad as the rest in the world. They shattered peaceful lives for the major and ruined all happiness in the community. Another serious crime was reported to the Yard, D.I. Lestrade in charge of that. In order to catch the evil as soon as possible, Greg went to Sherlock but came across the brother unexpectedly.
Greg longed to talk with Mycroft but he knew it was not the right time. He introduced the case and clues they'd got by far briefly to Sherlock and made an appointment with him to meet at the Yard. Mycroft however didn't look at Greg all along until he left, and Mycroft took a glance at the door while Sherlock was looking at his brother in a disapproving manner.
'Remember last time in the Palace, what did you say about John and me?'
'I beg your pardon?'
'"Just once, can you two behave like grown-ups?" Was it? Well judging by the case now dear brother, it was a bit rich coming from you, wasn't it?'
'I didn't know you two were close.'
'What a shame! I thought you two were closer.'
Mycroft left the 221B after meeting John at the gate. He had a seat in the car, thinking. 'Have I done it wrong?' said Mycroft.
Anthea, sitting next to him, was not sure if it was a question to be answered. She was even less sure whether it was proper to let her leader know that she'd actually got the case, more or less. After a long while of silence, she decided to speak. 'I'm not supposed to make judgment on your moves, sir. But I have to say, Inspector Lestrade has somewhat got the point.'
* * * *
Generally, Greg was all clear to Mycroft since he had nothing to fear or hide, except for only one fact. He had never and would never tell Mycroft that on the next morning of their thirteenth anniversary, he nearly came to tears when Mycroft said 'Good morning'. Wasn't it all happy to meet the one you loved in every morning? Greg would like to treasure that particular moment secretly for his entire life.
第十四章 两颗纠结的心
没人知道那天是如何收场的，除了他们俩。不是什么好结果。一方拒绝向另一方妥协，坚持自己这么做或者不这么做是有理由的。反之亦然。
麦克劳夫特坐在书桌前，手里拿着酒。他也不爱喝酒，除非某些场合必须喝酒。而此时他需要酒精来麻醉自己，为了缓解他的难受。怎么会变得这么糟呢？麦克劳夫特问自己，却找不到答案。格雷格的那封信摆在面前。每句措辞都很尖锐，非常不像格雷格的风格。
“我知道你不欠我的，而且你有摧毁我的能力。我请你不要这样。”盯着最后一段，麦克劳夫特想起来愤怒中的格雷格。
“你怎么还敢调查格雷格森探长！他是我的前辈！”格雷格大喊，眼里闪着愤怒。麦克劳夫特知道在这样的情况下，他再说什么都不会有用。
“格雷格…”麦克劳夫特喃喃自语，又倒了一杯酒，脆弱极了。他的眼睛漫无目的地扫过房间，这个他们曾经共度愉快时光的地方。现在一个在这里，一个在小别墅。
他看到了音响和影碟。格雷格爱唱歌，有把好嗓子。有时候他也会撺掇麦克劳夫特唱，但是麦克劳夫特从来不唱。“我唱歌就好像一大袋子土豆从山上滚下来。”他这么说。格雷格超级爱看电影，但也会跟着麦克劳夫特一起欣赏舞台剧和音乐会。
他看到了墙上的大镜子。格雷格跳舞也就凑合，但他非常享受。“坐着不动要人命。”他总这么说，而且要求麦克劳夫特也站起来跟着一起动动。
麦克劳夫特站起来，打开了音响。跟着旋律，他在地板上慢慢地跳着，一个人。
“他已经离开了啊，那唯一能让我哭泣的人…”这是格雷格最喜欢的曲子，虽然他不懂葡萄牙语。麦克劳夫特仔细地听着歌词。那封信，那段谈话，还有那个悲伤而愤怒的格雷格。麦克劳夫特身体的每一寸都在难过。他知道为什么那封信有几处从一开始就有些模糊了，因为他现在的眼泪，让它们更加模糊。
格雷格拿着另一瓶酒，非常非常悲伤。他现在更不爱喝酒了，因为它对自己的痛苦根本不起作用。每句话、每个表情，都在脑海里清晰地回放，让他觉得糟糕透了。我怎么就能对他说那么可怕的话？格雷格懊悔地想。
如他所言，格雷格根本就不在意麦克劳夫特派的人。事实上，有他们在旁边，他觉得挺安心还有点儿小甜蜜，因为他能感受到麦克劳夫特的关心。更重要的是，这些人的存在给予他更多的胆量去追缉罪犯或处理紧急事务，因为格雷格知道他不可能陷入真正的危险当中。人们说他是苏格兰场最勇敢的人，就和当年格雷格森探长一样。格雷格很自豪也很确定，因为有所保证，所以无所畏惧。
格雷格双手捂住脸，觉得脸湿湿的。他非常了解麦克劳夫特，麦克劳夫特也非常了解他。麦克劳夫特做过的最感人的事，并不是派人手来保护他的安全。而是这个人从来没用利用自己职务的权利，来干涉格雷格的事业。因为麦克劳夫特知道，格雷格是多么自豪可以成为一个真正的警员、服务人民与社会，麦克劳夫特从来没把他的梦想和荣耀变成耻辱。
“我不该那么说的…”格雷格小声说。他一定会道歉的，如果麦克劳夫特此时在他眼前的话；只是他不在。但是格雷格还是对他那些忠诚的同伴很内疚，他们不该被背叛或者被怀疑。太多的想法让格雷格一时想不明白，他不知道下次见到麦克劳夫特，他该说什么做什么。
终于，格雷格告诉自己，明天，他一定要把这事儿正过来。“麦克劳夫特都是为了我，”格雷格想，“我不会让他失望。”
然后明天到来了。
伦敦的犯罪阶层和世界其他地方的一样恶劣。他们打碎大众平静的生活，毁掉世间所有的美好。又一起恶性案件被报到苏格兰场，由雷斯垂德探长负责。为了尽快抓住凶犯，格雷格去找了夏洛克，却意外的碰到了他哥哥。
格雷格非常想和麦克劳夫特谈谈，但他知道现在不是时候。他简单地跟夏洛克介绍了下案子和现在收集到的线索，和他约定了时间在警局见。可麦克劳夫特从始至终都没有看格雷格一眼；直到他离开了，麦克劳夫特才向门口的方向看了看。而夏洛克正一脸不赞同地看着他哥哥。
“还记得上次在白金汉宫，你是怎么说我和约翰的来着？”
“你说什么？”
“‘仅此一次，你们俩能不能表现得像个大人？’是这话吧？从现在的情况来看我亲爱的大哥，你是不是挺没立场说这话的？”
“我真不知道你俩这么要好。”
“真遗憾！我真以为你俩更加要好。”
麦克劳夫特在221B的门口碰见了约翰，然后他离开了。坐在车里，他在思考。“我是不是做错了？”麦克劳夫特说。
坐在旁边的安西娅，不确定这是不是个需要回答的问题。甚至更不确定，让她的上司知道其实她已经大概了解了整件事，是否妥当。长长的一段寂静之后，她决定说话。“我是不应该对您的行动做评价的，先生。但是我得说，雷斯垂德探长差不多抓住了重点。”
* * * *
基本上格雷格对麦克劳夫特是完全透明的，因为他没啥好担心好隐瞒的，只除了一件事。他从没有而且以后也不会告诉麦克劳夫特，在十三周年的第二天早晨麦克劳夫特说“早上好”的时候，他几乎要流泪了。可以每天早上看见自己深爱的那个人，难道不是很幸福么？格雷格想把那一瞬间悄悄地珍藏一辈子。
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这几章有点儿长啊 都自动分两部分发了
没人知道那天是如何收场的，除了他们俩。不是什么好结果。一方拒绝向另一方妥协，坚持自己这么做或者不这么做是有理由的。反之亦然。
麦克劳夫特坐在书桌前，手里拿着酒。他也不爱喝酒，除非某些场合必须喝酒。而此时他需要酒精来麻醉自己，为了缓解他的难受。怎么会变得这么糟呢？麦克劳夫特问自己，却找不到答案。格雷格的那封信摆在面前。每句措辞都很尖锐，非常不像格雷格的风格。
“我知道你不欠我的，而且你有摧毁我的能力。我请你不要这样。”盯着最后一段，麦克劳夫特想起来愤怒中的格雷格。
“你怎么还敢调查格雷格森探长！他是我的前辈！”格雷格大喊，眼里闪着愤怒。麦克劳夫特知道在这样的情况下，他再说什么都不会有用。
“格雷格…”麦克劳夫特喃喃自语，又倒了一杯酒，脆弱极了。他的眼睛漫无目的地扫过房间，这个他们曾经共度愉快时光的地方。现在一个在这里，一个在小别墅。
他看到了音响和影碟。格雷格爱唱歌，有把好嗓子。有时候他也会撺掇麦克劳夫特唱，但是麦克劳夫特从来不唱。“我唱歌就好像一大袋子土豆从山上滚下来。”他这么说。格雷格超级爱看电影，但也会跟着麦克劳夫特一起欣赏舞台剧和音乐会。
他看到了墙上的大镜子。格雷格跳舞也就凑合，但他非常享受。“坐着不动要人命。”他总这么说，而且要求麦克劳夫特也站起来跟着一起动动。
麦克劳夫特站起来，打开了音响。跟着旋律，他在地板上慢慢地跳着，一个人。
“他已经离开了啊，那唯一能让我哭泣的人…”这是格雷格最喜欢的曲子，虽然他不懂葡萄牙语。麦克劳夫特仔细地听着歌词。那封信，那段谈话，还有那个悲伤而愤怒的格雷格。麦克劳夫特身体的每一寸都在难过。他知道为什么那封信有几处从一开始就有些模糊了，因为他现在的眼泪，让它们更加模糊。
格雷格拿着另一瓶酒，非常非常悲伤。他现在更不爱喝酒了，因为它对自己的痛苦根本不起作用。每句话、每个表情，都在脑海里清晰地回放，让他觉得糟糕透了。我怎么就能对他说那么可怕的话？格雷格懊悔地想。
如他所言，格雷格根本就不在意麦克劳夫特派的人。事实上，有他们在旁边，他觉得挺安心还有点儿小甜蜜，因为他能感受到麦克劳夫特的关心。更重要的是，这些人的存在给予他更多的胆量去追缉罪犯或处理紧急事务，因为格雷格知道他不可能陷入真正的危险当中。人们说他是苏格兰场最勇敢的人，就和当年格雷格森探长一样。格雷格很自豪也很确定，因为有所保证，所以无所畏惧。
格雷格双手捂住脸，觉得脸湿湿的。他非常了解麦克劳夫特，麦克劳夫特也非常了解他。麦克劳夫特做过的最感人的事，并不是派人手来保护他的安全。而是这个人从来没用利用自己职务的权利，来干涉格雷格的事业。因为麦克劳夫特知道，格雷格是多么自豪可以成为一个真正的警员、服务人民与社会，麦克劳夫特从来没把他的梦想和荣耀变成耻辱。
“我不该那么说的…”格雷格小声说。他一定会道歉的，如果麦克劳夫特此时在他眼前的话；只是他不在。但是格雷格还是对他那些忠诚的同伴很内疚，他们不该被背叛或者被怀疑。太多的想法让格雷格一时想不明白，他不知道下次见到麦克劳夫特，他该说什么做什么。
终于，格雷格告诉自己，明天，他一定要把这事儿正过来。“麦克劳夫特都是为了我，”格雷格想，“我不会让他失望。”
然后明天到来了。
伦敦的犯罪阶层和世界其他地方的一样恶劣。他们打碎大众平静的生活，毁掉世间所有的美好。又一起恶性案件被报到苏格兰场，由雷斯垂德探长负责。为了尽快抓住凶犯，格雷格去找了夏洛克，却意外的碰到了他哥哥。
格雷格非常想和麦克劳夫特谈谈，但他知道现在不是时候。他简单地跟夏洛克介绍了下案子和现在收集到的线索，和他约定了时间在警局见。可麦克劳夫特从始至终都没有看格雷格一眼；直到他离开了，麦克劳夫特才向门口的方向看了看。而夏洛克正一脸不赞同地看着他哥哥。
“还记得上次在白金汉宫，你是怎么说我和约翰的来着？”
“你说什么？”
“‘仅此一次，你们俩能不能表现得像个大人？’是这话吧？从现在的情况来看我亲爱的大哥，你是不是挺没立场说这话的？”
“我真不知道你俩这么要好。”
“真遗憾！我真以为你俩更加要好。”
麦克劳夫特在221B的门口碰见了约翰，然后他离开了。坐在车里，他在思考。“我是不是做错了？”麦克劳夫特说。
坐在旁边的安西娅，不确定这是不是个需要回答的问题。甚至更不确定，让她的上司知道其实她已经大概了解了整件事，是否妥当。长长的一段寂静之后，她决定说话。“我是不应该对您的行动做评价的，先生。但是我得说，雷斯垂德探长差不多抓住了重点。”
* * * *
基本上格雷格对麦克劳夫特是完全透明的，因为他没啥好担心好隐瞒的，只除了一件事。他从没有而且以后也不会告诉麦克劳夫特，在十三周年的第二天早晨麦克劳夫特说“早上好”的时候，他几乎要流泪了。可以每天早上看见自己深爱的那个人，难道不是很幸福么？格雷格想把那一瞬间悄悄地珍藏一辈子。
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN
LA CENE
Sometimes things might go ugly. The cold air between Mycroft and Greg had lasted for days, and people very close to them could sense the tense. It was more like a struggle for the two than a war. Both of them had responsibilities and were doing critical jobs. They would like to find a proper time to have a decent talk whereas the reality didn't permit. Mycroft went traveling again while Greg was tied by the unsolved case.
One more day. Greg made a cross on the calendar which had already had several crosses. Nearly a week, no talks, messages or meetings. Even in their busiest years there was no such situation. Greg pacified himself by excuses, such as that Mycroft was too busy to be distracted, or that there might be no signal for his mobile during traveling. He suddenly recalled that Anthea didn’t travel with Mycroft this time. Was it proper to call her instead? The hell the man's pride or whatever! A man knew what the key was!
He did and got an answer that Mycroft was coming back this afternoon.
Mycroft was taking a rare break after a long and exhausting trip. Food on the plane never tasted good, no matter how fancy the flight was. He missed the home-made dishes done by Greg. 'Home...' muttered Mycroft but he was cut off by a sudden phone ring. It was from the person he just thought about.
'Hi?' said Greg uncertainly.
'Oh, dear Lord, we're not having phone calls, are we?' asked Mycroft, trying to be calm.
'I, err, I just wanna see if you want to have dinner some time.' Greg was still unsure.
Mycroft didn't say yes or no for a while. Then he replied, 'OK.'
The dinner was at the same place for their anniversaries. The waiters there were familiar with these two gentlemen, and one led the way to their usual table, with a candle and a vase. The ornaments were supposed to be romantic but not quite fitting today's situation. They got seated and made orders. A long period of silence until the appetizer was served.
'How was the trip? I bet you should have Anthea with you, or you were taking too much,' Greg began.
'The trip was fine and I could go without her sometimes,' Mycroft said and filled the glasses with wine. 'Your case done? I read some on the paper.'
'Right, all done, thanks to Sherlock, you know. He's done a good one this time. Saved a lot of time. And money.'
'Good to know that.'
The silence came back. Then the main courses came. They ate quietly. Millions of words set their teeth on edge but neither knew how to begin.
Greg wanted to tell Mycroft that Sherlock made a bigger contribution this time than ever. He knew why Sherlock had joined the case and done so much. This little brother was listening to Mycroft's request to assist the Yard. Greg wanted to tell Mycroft that the fellows were still protecting him and he did feel happy and relieved about that. Greg wanted to tell Mycroft that he missed him so much.
Mycroft was slicing the steak. He used to like this course since he was not allowed to eat red meat, except for important days such as their anniversary. Now he
Sometimes things might go ugly. The cold air between Mycroft and Greg had lasted for days, and people very close to them could sense the tense. It was more like a struggle for the two than a war. Both of them had responsibilities and were doing critical jobs. They would like to find a proper time to have a decent talk whereas the reality didn't permit. Mycroft went traveling again while Greg was tied by the unsolved case.
One more day. Greg made a cross on the calendar which had already had several crosses. Nearly a week, no talks, messages or meetings. Even in their busiest years there was no such situation. Greg pacified himself by excuses, such as that Mycroft was too busy to be distracted, or that there might be no signal for his mobile during traveling. He suddenly recalled that Anthea didn’t travel with Mycroft this time. Was it proper to call her instead? The hell the man's pride or whatever! A man knew what the key was!
He did and got an answer that Mycroft was coming back this afternoon.
Mycroft was taking a rare break after a long and exhausting trip. Food on the plane never tasted good, no matter how fancy the flight was. He missed the home-made dishes done by Greg. 'Home...' muttered Mycroft but he was cut off by a sudden phone ring. It was from the person he just thought about.
'Hi?' said Greg uncertainly.
'Oh, dear Lord, we're not having phone calls, are we?' asked Mycroft, trying to be calm.
'I, err, I just wanna see if you want to have dinner some time.' Greg was still unsure.
Mycroft didn't say yes or no for a while. Then he replied, 'OK.'
The dinner was at the same place for their anniversaries. The waiters there were familiar with these two gentlemen, and one led the way to their usual table, with a candle and a vase. The ornaments were supposed to be romantic but not quite fitting today's situation. They got seated and made orders. A long period of silence until the appetizer was served.
'How was the trip? I bet you should have Anthea with you, or you were taking too much,' Greg began.
'The trip was fine and I could go without her sometimes,' Mycroft said and filled the glasses with wine. 'Your case done? I read some on the paper.'
'Right, all done, thanks to Sherlock, you know. He's done a good one this time. Saved a lot of time. And money.'
'Good to know that.'
The silence came back. Then the main courses came. They ate quietly. Millions of words set their teeth on edge but neither knew how to begin.
Greg wanted to tell Mycroft that Sherlock made a bigger contribution this time than ever. He knew why Sherlock had joined the case and done so much. This little brother was listening to Mycroft's request to assist the Yard. Greg wanted to tell Mycroft that the fellows were still protecting him and he did feel happy and relieved about that. Greg wanted to tell Mycroft that he missed him so much.
Mycroft was slicing the steak. He used to like this course since he was not allowed to eat red meat, except for important days such as their anniversary. Now he
enjoyed nothing. Mycroft wanted Greg to come back. During the days when Greg
was in the cottage, Mycroft felt the home empty. Surely he had a full house of
pages and maids, but no single person would take over his overcoat after work
and say, 'You look tired. You should rest.' John said that Greg didn't want
Mycroft to live in the cottage with him at that time, because Greg reckoned the
home was safer for the more important one. Mycroft understood Greg's concerns
but home was no longer a home without him, merely a cold house.
Most of the dinner was quiet. Sometimes they talked, yet in a very polite manner. Too polite to be Mycroft and Greg. Then the desserts. Then they finishedl.
Didn't work. Mycroft sighed. Greg gave him a kind drive home after the meal and they had a courtesy talk at the gate, saying good night, and then Greg left. Leaning against the door, Mycroft barely wanted to move himself, eyes closed. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
"Can it be?" Mycroft was hoping high and he answered the door. It was!
'OK, I cannot take it any more,' said Greg, entering the lobby on himself, and looked at Mycroft into his eyes. 'Let's get down to business! I'm sorry I wasn't all open or honest to you. But hey, to be fair, I was also blinded by you! Let's call it even, shall we?'
Mycroft's eyebrows rose high for one second and then he had got that sad look back. 'I don't feel good about what I've done, neither. But you didn't trust me and it hurt me. You even sent me that letter.'
'Oh my, the letter. How did I... I'm sorry Mycroft, seriously. I shan't have done that, very awful. I...err,' Greg was trying to express himself in a proper way. 'We get married! If it is what it takes to prove you that I love you, we get married!'
'OK!' Mycroft answered too fast for Greg to realize what the answer actually was. After a couple of seconds, Greg followed the meaning of it and saw a giant smile on Mycroft's face.
'Oh, gosh...no wonder I've always been the one to compromise. You knew it was to happen, again! I hate your brain. Seriously how many scenes you've pictured?' said Greg helplessly, throwing himself into the couch in the living room when Mycroft put their shoes into the cabinet, beaming.
'Well according to my knowledge, this is a major one, very critical!' Mycroft couldn't help smiling, which turned out to be a wild laugh. Feeling the happiness, Greg laughed too. Who was going to care about who said sorry first at this cheerful moment?
'OK, stop laughing, I'm dying!' said Greg, massaging the belly. 'So, the same scene?'
'I have to say that I didn't see you pop the question in my plan.'
'So?'
'I'll make it right by asking it again.' said Mycroft, on his knee. 'Greg Lestrade, would you marry me?'
'Yes, Mycroft Holmes. I'm so honored.'
Most of the dinner was quiet. Sometimes they talked, yet in a very polite manner. Too polite to be Mycroft and Greg. Then the desserts. Then they finishedl.
Didn't work. Mycroft sighed. Greg gave him a kind drive home after the meal and they had a courtesy talk at the gate, saying good night, and then Greg left. Leaning against the door, Mycroft barely wanted to move himself, eyes closed. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
"Can it be?" Mycroft was hoping high and he answered the door. It was!
'OK, I cannot take it any more,' said Greg, entering the lobby on himself, and looked at Mycroft into his eyes. 'Let's get down to business! I'm sorry I wasn't all open or honest to you. But hey, to be fair, I was also blinded by you! Let's call it even, shall we?'
Mycroft's eyebrows rose high for one second and then he had got that sad look back. 'I don't feel good about what I've done, neither. But you didn't trust me and it hurt me. You even sent me that letter.'
'Oh my, the letter. How did I... I'm sorry Mycroft, seriously. I shan't have done that, very awful. I...err,' Greg was trying to express himself in a proper way. 'We get married! If it is what it takes to prove you that I love you, we get married!'
'OK!' Mycroft answered too fast for Greg to realize what the answer actually was. After a couple of seconds, Greg followed the meaning of it and saw a giant smile on Mycroft's face.
'Oh, gosh...no wonder I've always been the one to compromise. You knew it was to happen, again! I hate your brain. Seriously how many scenes you've pictured?' said Greg helplessly, throwing himself into the couch in the living room when Mycroft put their shoes into the cabinet, beaming.
'Well according to my knowledge, this is a major one, very critical!' Mycroft couldn't help smiling, which turned out to be a wild laugh. Feeling the happiness, Greg laughed too. Who was going to care about who said sorry first at this cheerful moment?
'OK, stop laughing, I'm dying!' said Greg, massaging the belly. 'So, the same scene?'
'I have to say that I didn't see you pop the question in my plan.'
'So?'
'I'll make it right by asking it again.' said Mycroft, on his knee. 'Greg Lestrade, would you marry me?'
'Yes, Mycroft Holmes. I'm so honored.'
第十六章 明天
“我们结婚了。”麦克劳夫特要出书房的时候，心中再次默念这句话。那些承载着他所有欢乐与忧伤的日记本，整齐地排列在书架第二层上。那不需要是对每一天每件事的详细记录，只要麦克劳夫特可以回想起就好。比如说今天的这句。
那是一场婚礼。理论上说，这婚礼不算特别“婚礼”。没有华丽的聚餐或招待，没有牧师或神父带领宣誓，也没有众多带着礼物和祝福的客人。只有很亲近的并且非常关心他们的几个人。
麦克劳夫特和格雷格不想要一个华丽的仪式或者通知很多人。虽然不是因为法律或者其他什么原因，他们还是乐于保持低调。麦克劳夫特身份重要，格雷格也算公众人物。就连夏洛克也不想变成头版头条。所以他们想让仪式朴素而甜蜜。
哈德森太太为食物和现场布置出了大力。全能助理安西娅主动来帮助房东太太。就连多诺万警员和安德森法医也出席了，虽然他们震撼到不行。“我不想对我忠实的伙伴们隐瞒我的生活，你们值得信任。”格雷格邀请他们的时候，很诚恳地这么说。他俩一脸威胁地冲着麦克劳夫特，好像在说“骗他伤他你试试！”。麦克劳夫特欣然承受。
天气无比完美。献花、气球、巧克力、酒、音乐，还有食物。麦克劳夫特和格雷格交换了誓词和戒指，四周众人为他俩快乐地鼓掌与欢呼。“我们是不是得宣布他俩结成夫夫？”约翰悄悄的问夏洛克，夏洛克大笑一声。大家跳着舞。大家唱着歌。每个人都在享受着这个小而温馨的聚会，并献上对新婚二人的最美好的祝福。
“新婚啊。”麦克劳夫特轻声说着，他喜欢这个词。作为新婚小两口，可以理直气壮地做各种傻事，不是么？麦克劳夫特关上了书房的门，轻快地向卧室走去。今晚是新婚之夜，也是他们的二十七周年纪念日。他们是朋友，他们是家人，他们是天生一对。
他们是麦克劳夫特·福尔摩斯和格雷格·雷斯垂德。
* * * *
婚姻不是做出一个决定，而是信守一份承诺。
朋友相伴到最后，家人相守到永远。
当明天来临的时候，麦克劳夫特和格雷格相伴到永远。
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我爱他们。——小穆 2012.9.6
“我们结婚了。”麦克劳夫特要出书房的时候，心中再次默念这句话。那些承载着他所有欢乐与忧伤的日记本，整齐地排列在书架第二层上。那不需要是对每一天每件事的详细记录，只要麦克劳夫特可以回想起就好。比如说今天的这句。
那是一场婚礼。理论上说，这婚礼不算特别“婚礼”。没有华丽的聚餐或招待，没有牧师或神父带领宣誓，也没有众多带着礼物和祝福的客人。只有很亲近的并且非常关心他们的几个人。
麦克劳夫特和格雷格不想要一个华丽的仪式或者通知很多人。虽然不是因为法律或者其他什么原因，他们还是乐于保持低调。麦克劳夫特身份重要，格雷格也算公众人物。就连夏洛克也不想变成头版头条。所以他们想让仪式朴素而甜蜜。
哈德森太太为食物和现场布置出了大力。全能助理安西娅主动来帮助房东太太。就连多诺万警员和安德森法医也出席了，虽然他们震撼到不行。“我不想对我忠实的伙伴们隐瞒我的生活，你们值得信任。”格雷格邀请他们的时候，很诚恳地这么说。他俩一脸威胁地冲着麦克劳夫特，好像在说“骗他伤他你试试！”。麦克劳夫特欣然承受。
天气无比完美。献花、气球、巧克力、酒、音乐，还有食物。麦克劳夫特和格雷格交换了誓词和戒指，四周众人为他俩快乐地鼓掌与欢呼。“我们是不是得宣布他俩结成夫夫？”约翰悄悄的问夏洛克，夏洛克大笑一声。大家跳着舞。大家唱着歌。每个人都在享受着这个小而温馨的聚会，并献上对新婚二人的最美好的祝福。
“新婚啊。”麦克劳夫特轻声说着，他喜欢这个词。作为新婚小两口，可以理直气壮地做各种傻事，不是么？麦克劳夫特关上了书房的门，轻快地向卧室走去。今晚是新婚之夜，也是他们的二十七周年纪念日。他们是朋友，他们是家人，他们是天生一对。
他们是麦克劳夫特·福尔摩斯和格雷格·雷斯垂德。
* * * *
婚姻不是做出一个决定，而是信守一份承诺。
朋友相伴到最后，家人相守到永远。
当明天来临的时候，麦克劳夫特和格雷格相伴到永远。
--------------完---------------------------
我爱他们。——小穆 2012.9.6
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