AN: Hey guys so here's the second chapter of this fic. I hope you like it. Thanks to everyone who reviewed/favourited/alerted/read the first chapter.
This ones a bit longer, let me know what you think!
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All previous conversations between the two men had involved Sherlock as the main topic so now Greg was worried about what they were going to talk about.
"How's work?", Mycroft asked, once they had ordered there food.
"We've got another serial killer, killed three people so far. Sally made me take a break, gave me the night off, which is why I'm here now. How about you? What exactly do you do anyway?", Greg replied, looking curiously at the tall man. He had known Sherlock and Mycroft for a while now but still hadn't figured out what Mycroft did for a living.
"I occupy a minor position in the British Government", replied Mycroft, his normal response to any question involving his work.
"Is Sherlock behaving?", continued Mycroft, trying the steer the conversation away from his job.
"No more than usual, but he is better with John there", answered Greg. It was true, Sherlock almost never behaved himself but John had a tiny bit of control over him which certainly helped on cases like this.
Their food arrived and they ate in silence for a while, just enjoying each other's company.
"How come you're on a blind date?", inquired Mycroft suddenly, glancing at Greg who was now looking nervously down at his plate. Mycroft hadn't thought that the DI would have any trouble getting dates if he'd wanted too.
Greg looked up, catching Mycroft's eye and relaxed a little, he felt he could trust the man sitting opposite him.
So Greg told him about how he and his wife had split the previous year but how his divorce had only been finalized just recently. He talked about how Sergeant Donovan and some others from work had noticed his bad mood which had prompted her to set him up on a blind date with one of her high school friends.
He finished his little speech, blushing slightly after realizing how much he had revealed to this man who he hardly knew.
Greg thought he saw Mycroft's hand twitch, like he was about to reach forward and grab Greg's hand that was resting on the table, but he dismissed this as he deemed the thought impossible.
Mycroft was hoping that Greg hadn't seen his hand twitch, he had been about to move forward to grab Greg's hand, to comfort him, but had decided against it. Greg probably would've reacted badly, shoving Mycroft away and storming out of the restaurant. Although that was the worst case scenario, he didn't want to do anything to risk their new friendship, Mycroft was liking the DI more and more as the conversation progressed.
"What about you?", asked Greg, trying to change the subject, "You say John and Sherlock set you up on a date?", Greg still couldn't believe that John and Sherlock would do something like that.
"It was the only way I could get them to help on a case for me", replied Mycroft, "Although I haven't figured out exactly why they wanted me to go on a date although I suspect it's probably one of Sherlock's experiments, but that still doesn't explain why John's involved", Mycroft mused.
"Anyway", he said, coming back to reality, "I was meant to be meeting one of John's friends from med school but he never showed".
He, thought Greg, and for some reason that sent chills down his spine, he hadn't known Mycroft was gay, but he liked the thought. Greg wasn't gay himself but during high school he had toyed with the notion that he may have been, he had fancied one of the guys on his sports team, but then he had met his now ex-wife and although occasionally he may find a guy attractive, he hadn't thought much about it. Looking at the man sitting opposite him now, he couldn't deny that he was good looking.
He quickly shook those thoughts from his mind, afraid that Mycroft may be able to figure out what he was thinking, he was like Sherlock that way.
The night continued like this, small talk between the two men. When it was time for dessert, Mycroft ordered some too even though he as currently dieting.
After nearly two hours of talking and eating they found themselves outside the restaurant in the cold autumn air.
"Would you like a ride home?", asked Mycroft, aware that it was pretty chilly outside and otherwise Greg would have to take a cab, as a black car pulled up alongside them. Greg just nodded and smiled.
"After you", he said, opening the door and gesturing for Greg to enter.
They sat in a comfortable silence on the way to Greg's flat, each one content to just sit there enjoying the others presence.
The car pulled up outside Greg's flat where both Greg and Mycroft got out.
"I had a lovely evening tonight Gregory", Mycroft said politely, not noticing the affect that the way he said Gregory was affecting Greg. That was the first time Mycroft had said his name that night and although he usually preferred to be called Greg, he didn't seem to mind the elder Holmes calling him Gregory. It sent the same chills down his spine as earlier and he definitely liked, and could get used to, that feeling.
"Yeah…ah…me too", replied Greg, stumbling over his words.
"Goodnight, and good luck with my brother and your serial killer case", said Mycroft, "and don't forget to give yourself another break sometime, you work too hard".
Mycroft was hardly one to lecture anyone about working too hard but he could see himself taking more breaks if it was for the man that currently stood in front of him.
"Of course, goodnight Mycroft", replied Greg, both men now smiling at one another.
Mycroft then climbed back into his car and drove off leaving Greg to stare after him until the car had turned the corner.
A strange thought occurred to Greg as he was fumbling around in his pocket for his keys. Had that been a date? He was only just realizing this now, it had felt like a date, but it couldn't have been, could it? The idea that Greg may have just been on a date with a man that Sherlock described as "The British Government" both scared and excited Greg. Long ago he had dismissed the idea that he was gay but was he now reconsidering it for this man? He stopped his thoughts there and chuckled to himself. What was he even thinking? Why would Mycroft be even remotely interested in him in that way? Greg laughed again at the absurdness of where his mind had taken him. Tonight had just been a meal between two friends decided Greg, nothing more. In the back of his mind though, and he may have not even been aware that he felt this way yet, but he couldn't help but think maybe he didn't want it to have been a meal between two people who were just friends, maybe he wanted more.
AN: Next chapter should be up soon, refer to last four words of fic if you want to know what the next chapter is about. Let me know what you thought and if there's anything you'd like to see in future chapters. Thanks for reading and reviews are much appreciated.
