AN: Time to prepare for the fake date... what could possibly go wrong?

Sorry for taking so long to update but last week was band camp and I was too tired to do anything once I got home

Also you might notice that I changed the chapter titles, they are now lyrics from the song 'Crazy Little Thing Called Love'

Friday Afternoon

'Christ I feel like a teenage girl going on her first date.' Greg thought snidely. 'I've been on dates before I should know what to wear. But it's Mycroft fucking Holmes and some colleague of his so this must be something fancy. So a suit. I don't have a suit I'm a police officer, a day that I manage to shower is a good day.

Greg groaned, he just had to face it he had one hour to get ready before Mycroft shows up and nothing appropriate to wear. He's been looking through his closet for almost an hour and it's time to face it, he's gained weight since the last time he wore a suit. He was doomed to look like an idiot in front of Mycroft and this Vanessa woman.

He's just about to scream in frustration when the doorbell rings.

'Oh god, that better not be Myc. Calm down you still have almost an hour until he gets here.'

He opened the door to reveal Mycroft's assistant, Anthea. She was texting with one hand the other hand was holding a box. She looked up to smile at him, when it registers what he was wearing she smirked and handed him the box.

"Mycroft said you might need this." She told him.

"Uh, thanks." He mutters to her retreating back.

Taking the box he closed the door and went back to the bedroom. Inside the box was a grey suit perfectly tailored to fit the DI.

'That's so Mycroft.' He chuckled and proceeded to get dressed.

The next time the doorbell it was Mycroft, look as suave as ever. He gave Greg the once-over before smiling.

"Gregory, you look lovely this evening." 'And that suit works for you in all the right ways.'

Greg smiled and decided to make the best of this 'after all this will be our first and most likely last date. Even if it is fake.' "Well thank you love, so do you. Thanks for the suit by the way." He said, enjoying the way Mycroft blushed at the endearment.

Mycroft cleared his throat and grabbed Greg's hand, dragging him toward the car. "We don't want to be late now do we?"

Greg smirked.

The car ride passed in a somewhat awkward silence. About halfway through Mycroft cleared his throat.

"I believe we should talk about what we're about to do."

"What do you mean?" asked Greg, looking over at Mycroft.

"I mean, if you're ok with it… I mean… would you mind…" 'Come on Mycroft just spit it out!' "Wouldyoumindnottalkingaboutyourdivorce?" He said in a rush.

Greg stared back at him in confusion. "Could you repeat that, slower?"

"It's just that, I told Vanessa a very long time ago that I had a boyfriend and I would very much appreciate if you would…" He seemed to have trouble with that last part.

"You don't want me to mention Sherry." Greg finished. "It's fine Myc, I get it. In her mind if I was ever married it was years ago."

"I-I know it's not fair of me to ask you all this-" 'Oh god this is a mistake.'

"It's fine Myc, I don't mind, really." Greg squeezed his hand reassuringly.

The rest of the ride was spent in a much more comfortable silence.

AN: this is pretty much a transitional chapter but I thought it was cute :3