Sorry about the short chapter guys! I'll try and update it tomorrow! :)


Mrs Hudson had covered the dining table with an array of delicious food; roast turkey, gravy, stuffing, mashed, baked and boiled potatoes, brussels sprouts, carrots, and of course, lots of wine. Mrs Hudson sat at the head of the table, with Lestrade at the other end. Sherlock sat beside Irene and opposite Molly, who was next to John.

As they sat down and prepared to eat, Irene whispered in Sherlock's ear, 'Let's have dinner.' Sherlock tried to ignore her, but had to move over a little when he felt Irene's hand on his thigh. Sherlock must have shown his shock on his face, because both John and Molly gave him a quizzical look.

'Shall we say a prayer then?' asked Mrs Hudson.

'What's the point? God doesn't exist,' said Sherlock, matter-of-factly.

Mrs Hudson blushed a little.

'Sherlock!' John half-shouted across the dinner table.

'Oh, he's alright,' said Mrs Hudson, not wanting a fuss to be made. 'Come on, let's eat.'

Everyone picked up their cutlery simultaneously and began eating.

'Oh, wow,' cried Lestrade, through a mouthful of stuffing. 'This is great!'

'You must give me the recipe for this stuffing, Mrs Hudson,' chimed Molly.

'Really, this is amazing!' said John.

Irene was cutting a piece of meat very slowly, constantly looking up at Sherlock, who tried to ignore her. Sherlock had hardly eaten anything, and was analysing his food.

'Come on, Sherlock. Eat up,' said Mrs Hudson, trying not to be offended by him inspecting her food. Sherlock picked up his knife and fork and ate only in tiny quantities.

'So, Greg,' began Mrs Hudson.

'Who's Greg? There's no Greg here,' said Sherlock, looking around.

'Actually, I'm Greg,' replied Lestrade.

'Really?' Sherlock turned to John. 'How come I never knew?'

'Because you never bothered to find out,' said Lestrade.

Sherlock tried not to look embarrassed by this, and was doing very well. This was easy, considering how little he cared about Lestrade.

'Anyway,' continued Mrs Hudson. 'How come you're not with your family? You're married, aren't you?'

'Wife kicked me out,' replied Lestrade, in monotone.

'Oh, no!' cried Mrs Hudson. There was a chorus of sympathetic noises from (almost) everyone.

'Has someone been a bad cop?' said Irene, flirtatiousness creeping into her voice.

'Oh, no, no, no,' said Lestrade. 'I've been working late a lot recently, and Sally has been calling me constantly. She's got the wrong end of the stick.

'Not sure about that,' said Sherlock, under his breath.

'Excuse me?' said Lestrade angrily.

'Oh, nothing,' replied Sherlock. 'I was just judging by the worsening state of Sally's knees and the mess of your hair that you've been "working late" very often recently.'

Lestrade stood up. 'If you say one more word, I swear I'll.'

'Boys, boys!' said Mrs Hudson, hands raised. 'Please, not now.'

Lestrade sat back down, the anger still evident in his face.


Soooo, Sherlock is uncomfortable with Irene beside him and Molly opposite him. Who do you want to kiss Sherlock under the mistletoe?

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