Mycroft smiles as he checks his pocket watch, his umbrella hanging over his arm. Greg was late, he was always late but Mycroft actually found that quite endearing about the Detective Inspector. Smiling as Greg finally came into view, his greying hair a mess from the wind.

Greg smiled brightly, his cheeks and nose red from the cold, tucked up in his stripy scarf and preposterous woolly hat that sat on the back of his head. Mycroft felt his cheeks warm a little bit at the sight of Greg, biting the inside of his lip as he was kissed gently on the cheek.

"Ready?" Greg asked, sliding his gloves off and pulling his hat from his head, rubbing his hands together to get them warm as they stepped into the cinema.

Mycroft paid, this had been his idea after all. He had a horrible idea that he would regret buying Greg a bag of popcorn when the film was on. Greg was all smiles and he had a hint of a schoolboys smile on his face. Why shouldn't there be? He was off to see Bond of course.

They took their seats in the middle of the cinema, Greg almost bouncing by this point. The usual mocking of the 'Coming Soon' trailers wasn't over soon enough for Greg who made a soft squealing noise as the theme started up.

Mycroft sighed and relaxed into his seat, frowning a little bit as the film progressed. He shifted in his seat, frowning in annoyance at the screen.

"That is not the correct procedure…" he muttered in a rather overly loud voice.

That got a glare from Greg, looking at him as if he'd just dropped out of a tree. Mycroft rolled his eyes and sighed in annoyance at the terrible misrepresentation of MI5.

Greg was just about ready to tell Mycroft to shut up when a hand slipped in his and squeezed a little bit, his head resting on his shoulder. Smiling, Greg turned to Mycroft and met his eyes. Mycroft smiled back and they gently kissed.