HI, it's me. I got semi-bored and if you haven't read the reviews on the original 'First Impressions' I got new reviews on how I could improve it. Which I welcomed and as a result.. I am re-writing it with help from a new friend. Teithril (Who did write a few parts)

So, in a way I have another co-writer besides winterimperfect who is also my beta. So, I have two beta's. (Both equally good)

I have changed the name of it but it is a re-write.

Please do review, I would like to know what others think. Suggestions are also welcome as they always have been. If you read the first one and thought it could use something more, let me know so I can put it in this version.

It had been a long and hard day at work for DI Lestrade. Having to deal with both Anderson and Sherlock trading insults during the investigation of a crime scene was enough to bring a lesser man to their breaking point. The only relief from the constant bickering was the long, silent cab ride to one of his favourite pubs, the Grand Union Brixton. The thought of a pint before going home was the sole thought on his mind as he sat at the bar.

"What can I get you, Inspector? Is it a beer, scotch, or whiskey night?" The barman asked.

"Let's start with the beer, please." Lestrade replied, chuckling.

He was handed his beer and, as he started to sip at it, he heard someone on the phone over the people the corner who were being quite boisterous. Greg's attention, however, was focused on the person on the phone. He looked over and his eyes fell on the young blond male. He was trying to get a word into his phone conversation, but kept stopping mid-sentence as if he was being repeatedly interrupted. He was clearly frustrated as he was rubbing his temple, groaning.

When the male that captured Greg's attention hung up from his failed phone conversation, he scrubbed his face with his hands while taking a deep breath, as if to release the tension from his shoulders. He raised his hand to the barkeep and ordered a beer. Greg looked the man over while sipping his beer. He was young, about twenty or twenty-two, while seeming to be a few inches shorter than his own 5'11". His blond hair was cut short in a style reminiscent of the British Armed Forces.

"Want some company?" Lestrade asked, holding his breath.

The blond looked up and his blue eyes met with Lestrade's dark brown eyes. "Sure. I'm John," he said, smiling and holding out his hand.

"Greg," he replied while taking John's hand into his. It was a nice, firm handshake and he noticed John's eyes light up when he sat down next to him. "So…what brings you here?"

"Ah. Avoidance of my family," John said while holding up his cell phone, "You?"

"Just relaxing after work."

A light chuckle slipped past John's lips, "You work this late at night? It's almost eleven."

He nodded, "I'm a detective, I can work even into the morning."

The barman put John's drink in front of him and he thanked him. John then focused his attention back on Greg, "That has to be a rough job. I'm only medical student."

"Oh, what year you on?"

"Year five." John replied, playing with a ring on his right hand. "I am studying to be a doctor."

The two continued to chat for a good part of an hour, mostly about school and work, with a few jokes thrown in along with a couple stories. The detective couldn't help but laugh even if some of the jokes were cheesy. Most of his were probably as well, but John didn't seem to mind a bit. Though he could tell that John was flirting with him, not excessively, but still noticeably. Greg found himself liking it, which was strange since he was straight. By John's flirtations he assumed that John was bi-sexual. The more they talked the more he found himself not wanting to go home. He kept causally checking the time, but ignored it.

Greg smiled, rubbing his neck, "If you don't mind, can I ask why you are avoiding your family?"

"You can ask but.. it's not a good subject." John told him.

"I got that from the very loud call." Greg remarked, "Besides I have probably seen worse on the job."

John shrugged, "Somehow I doubt that but...I was on the phone with my mum. She's once again trying to set me up on a date."

"Mother's should never set their kids up on a date."

John laughed, "No kidding. My mum's choice are all wrong for me and yet she can't accept that." John explained, "And I can never get a word in edgewise to explain it."

"She hasn't gotten it right once?" John shook his head, "Who she picking?"

"Women." He replied simply, sipping at his drink. Greg cocked a brow. John chuckled and added, "I'm not attracted to women."

Greg nodded, "Oh. That makes since now. I assumed you bi." He commented.

"Everyone does or think that I'm straight. Her denial makes her the worst mother ever. My sister is an alcoholic because of my parents. Both don't like the fact that I want to be with a bloke."

"Tell them to bugger off. It isn't their life! At least my mother is supportive...even after my poor choices in..." Greg hesitated, "Whom I date."

John smirked, "Divorced recently, huh?" Greg nodded, "Who would want to divorce an attractive man like you? You're not some loser trying to get laid like someone else that tried hitting on me."

Greg's cheeks flushed and he cleared his throat, "Well, I was taught to be a gentleman...though it didn't help my marriage."

The attraction between the two seem to be mutual based on the fact that Greg cheeks were nearly bright red. John had a weakness for older men after all the blokes he had dated over the years. Plus Greg had one other thing he found appealing - maturity. The fact that he was detective helped the cause too.

"Work?" John questioned and the silver-haired man nodded. "That will do it."

"Well, that's what I get for becoming a detective."

John was different from most the people he met at the bar. His personality was addictive and could make you feel better no matter what mood you were in. John wasn't even letting the argument he had on the phone earlier get him down. Greg had forgotten about his trouble at work and he couldn't help but smile while with John. In fact, he hadn't stopped smiling since he started chatting him up.

Greg looked at his watch again and let out a dissatisfied groan. It was getting late and he need to get home as he had to be up by five a.m. for work. John smiled, "Gotta go?"

Greg nodded, running his hand through his hair. "Unfortunately. I almost don't want to go home."

John grabbed a napkin and asked to borrow a pen from the barman. He wrote down his number and held it in front of Greg. "Call me if you want to meet up again or if you want to talk. I will be here all week before I head back to Uni."

Greg pocketed the napkin with a small smile, "I will. I don't know when, but I will. Work can be very unpredictable."

"Well, lucky for you, I have nothing to do all week. I need to get home and get some sleep. I have to fend my mum off in a few hours."

"Good luck with that."

After exiting the building John stood outside the pub as Greg hailed a cab. With his hands in his trouser pockets, he smiled to himself. All he hoped for was a few hours away from his meddling family. Instead he found himself spending the evening with a man that was not only interesting in both his job and conversation, but was bloody gorgeous as well. Seemed like his break wasn't to be the dull affair he came to believe it would end up being. He had to suppress a groan of desire as he watched Greg climb into a cab. His first look at Greg's arse was not a disappointment as it was firm and round.

"Damn," John whispered to himself.

As Greg settled himself into the cab, he looked out the window to wave goodbye to the man he just met but seemed to have an inexplicable connection with already. The way John's face lit up when he told him Anderson's attempt to win a battle of wits against Sherlock. John seemed to find Sherlock highly amusing once Greg explained that he helped them out with cases and his penchant for insulting the entire Forensic Team at every given chance. His laugh was contagious and Greg found himself unable to remember when he smiled or laughed more before this evening.

But mostly Greg found himself thinking back to the gentle touches of John's hand on his hand when he wanted to get his attention, his arm during their conversations, and his thigh when he was bent over with laughter. Remembering John's touch brought back goosebumps along his arm and an increase in his heart rate. A warmth spread in his chest as the cab pulled away and he watched the young blond turn to head home. He had never been attracted to a man before, but he couldn't explain these feelings otherwise. The thought of seeing John again made the warmth spread throughout his chest.

He peered out the back window to see John glance over his shoulder. Both smiled and waved one last time before John turned and continued on his way, hips swaying ever so seductively. At least in Greg's mind they were as he took the opportunity to enjoy the view.

"Damn," Greg whispered as he realized the warmth in his chest was starting to move lower. He would make a point to call John up tomorrow for a repeat of this evening.