December 14: "Lestrade receives a Christmas card and eats his words." (from Emma Lynch)
A/N: Sequel to my December 10 story (the one where Lestrade mails Holmes a deerstalker cap as a joke Christmas gift).
Lestrade's POV.
I was seated at my desk, my head in my hands. It had been a very long day, and I could not seem to rid myself of the persistent throbbing pain in my right temple.
The blasted Anderson family poisoning case was driving me up the walls. Nothing added up, or even made sense! As soon as I thought I had a few leads to follow, they would slip away. It was maddening!
I knew what I needed to do, but that did not mean I was eager to do it. I stared down at the message scrawled in the Christmas card on my desk.
Dear Inspector Lestrade,
I see from the papers that you are in rather a tough spot with that Anderson case. I would be quite willing to help you, but only if you agree to never make a reference to that atrocious hat ever again. In fact, I would be much obliged if you forgot it ever existed.
A very merry Christmas to you.
Signed,
Sherlock Holmes.