Sherlock stormed in Greg’s office in the morning
“Greg… My name is Greg… I know you know it is so use it. And I don’t have a case for you. I have two going to court next week and a few smaller cases where we're waiting for forensics but nothing would interest you, sorry.”
“I can see it. Did you buy a star for us?”
“You know a tree top. You broke our star tree top last year Sherlock.” Greg looked up from the paperwork to see Sherlock blinking rapidly at him “you deleted it, didn’t you?”
“Sit down, I’ll tell you. You and John came over for Christmas dinner…”
Everyone gathered in Mycroft and Greg’s house for Christmas dinner; Mr. and Mrs. Holmes, John and Sherlock, Mrs Hudson, Anthea and Molly. The kids were having a tea party with Mrs. Hudson, Molly and Anthea while the others sat around them chatting.
“Mrs. H, Papa got a bottle of gold flakes and it’s wonderful. The gold bits just swim in the bottle like tiny little goldfishes.”
“Really? It must be lovely, dear.” Nobody noticed Sherlock slip away.
“It is. It’s really sparkly.”
“Really Mycroft I thought you have some level of sophistication when it comes to champagne.”
“It was a gift form a forensic dignitary, otherwise I wouldn’t have it.”
“So, you don’t mind if I open it?”
“I’ll bring the glasses.” Said Greg as he headed to the dining room. Sherlock unwrapped the paper and began to ease the cork out of the bottle. “Try not to hit anything Sherlock, will you?”
“I can open a bottle of champagne Gordon, don’t worry.” The exact moment he said that the cork flew out of the bottle and hit the star at the top of the tree and went through it, leaving a hole in a beautiful cream coloured ornament.
“Yeah I can see that Sherlock.” Answered Mycroft sarcastically.
The champagne spilled to the carpet before Greg had a chance to grab it from Sherlock.
“Thank you Sherlock I’ll handle it from now, sit down.”
“Your parents told you to buy us a new star for this year. But I see you deleted it.”
“Nope, buy your own Christian nonsense tree thing.”
“I didn't really expect it anyways… I’ll buy one don’t worry. Now go and ask Molly if she has a body you can experiment on.”
Mycroft worked in his office when his phone rang, he answered it without looking up from his paperwork.
“Hello Gregory dear. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Do you remember what happened to the star tree top last year?”
“Yes. Sherlock happened to it.”
“Yes, well he deleted it. I asked him if he bought a new one for us and he just blinked at me. So, I told him the story and he said to buy our own Christian nonsense tree thing.”
“Yes, I think he deleted a little too much about Christmas, after John told him he will be in Scotland this year.”
“I see. I’ll talk with John tomorrow.”