Hello!

Thank you for the support for the last chapter, I'm glad you liked it! If you haven't seen the A/N for the last chapter, I've changed Lestrade's name. I couldn't stick to George. So now its back to Greg : )

Hope you like this chapter, it'll get more interesting as it goes on, don't worry. The actual event is going to be awkward. To sat the least.

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Enjoy!

Onwards...

Greg watched as the kettle boiled. Standing his kitchen with his shirt half done up, tie hanging around his neck, he just wished he could go back to bed. Mycroft had already left at about half past one that morning, mumbling something about 'idiotic bureaucrats' and he hadn't heard from him since. But that wasn't anything out of the ordinary. He was used to waking up on his own on Monday mornings.

Rubbing a hand down his stubble-free face, Lestrade poured out the water into his cup, watching as the tea swirled around inside it. Five days and then he had to endure the weekend from hell. Two whole days of meeting and greeting Members of Parliament, trying to remember to be polite whilst they put his taxes up and his wages down. Why didn't he just leave the phone alone? He had enough to deal with, what with four murder cases on the trot, Sherlock dashing around London like a hyperactive child and a never ending supply of paperwork, that he didn't need this added on too. It also meant he had to apply for time off work.

I was saving those days off for something special, he thought miserably as he spread jam on his toast.

He was just about to put the jar back in the fridge when he noticed a new note pinned to the front of the black appliance.

Greg, it read, After the unfortunate situation of yesterday morning, I feel it prudent to give you more information about the date for which you agreed for us. It will be a black-tie event at which the Prime Minister will be attending and you have agreed to the role of my PA. Anthea is not pleased; she was rather looking forward to this evening. I will therefore be home later on today to begin your training.

Yours always, Mycroft.

Greg almost choked on his tea, coughing violently. Training? What training did he need? He thought PA's just stood next to the VIP, taking down notes and dashing off to collect drinks. He thought he would just have to stand there, nodding, shaking hands. Apparently not.

Trying not to think about what the rest of the day might hold, Lestrade tied his tie and walked out of his flat, sighing.

-x-

'And you agreed to this?'

Lestrade sighed and sipped another mouthful of scalding hot coffee. 'I didn't really have a choice, Sally.'

Sally snorted, looking out the window at the dreary London skyline. They were at Scotland Yard and were waiting on toxicology reports for the latest murder. 'I didn't see you as the slave type, sir.'

'I'm not going to be his slave! His Personal Assistant, actually.'

'Slave.' Sally told him, ticking another box of her paperwork. 'How did it happen?'

'I answered his phone.' Lestrade sighed again. 'If I ever find myself thinking about doing that again I'm going to slap myself around the face.'

Greg had contacted Dimmock to take his cases this weekend, the younger Inspector quite happy to do so, as long as Sherlock stayed away. Lestrade hadn't argued, knowing it was futile; at least he wouldn't be his problem. So now he had this weekend off, he supposed he better start thinking about it. Members of Parliament? Did he mean Cabinet Members or low ranking ones? But, seeing as the Prime Minister being present...

'Sir?'

Lestrade looked up from the letter P on his report and smiled as a young constable led Mycroft into the room. He looked pointedly at Sally, who smiled through pursed lips.

'I'll be...'

Mycroft nodded politely to her as she passed, moving towards the desk and pressing a soft kiss to Lestrade's cheek.

'So?'

Lestrade looked up at him with a smile on his face, discarding his paperwork. 'So?'

'Have you thought anymore about this weekend?'

'I don't really have a choice, do I?'

'No...but you did answer the phone.'

'For my sins...' muttered Lestrade, picking at a piece of BlueTac stuck to his desk.

'Don't be liked that, Gregory. This weekend will be much more uplifting with you present.'

'Hmm...'

Mycroft sighed, picking at his umbrella. 'There are just a few things to discuss.'

'Like what?'

'Titles and such.'

Lestrade stared at him. 'Titles? Do you have a title like Lord Knight of the Realm, his Seconded Royal Highness Mycroft Holmes, or something?'

Mycroft blinked.

'No...' he said slowly.

'I was joking, My.' Greg told him, smiling fondly.

'Quite.' Mycroft pursed his lips. 'Just the small matter of you calling me 'Sir'' Mycroft internally blanched at this.

Lestrade eyed him. 'Sir?' I have to call you sir?'

'Yes...being my PA it would be unprofessional for you to call me anything else.'

'Right...' Lestrade scratched the back of his neck. 'Sir.'

'Not now!' barked Mycroft, eyes glinting. 'I do not wish for you to call me that, but you leave me with no choice.' It felt foreign, having that word come from Lestrade's mouth. It wasn't often he had felt a class divide between them and he certainly wasn't going to start finding differences now. It was different for Anthea because she got to go home every now and then; Lestrade lived with him. He hated having to be so professional at times, especially at a personal level.

'Okay, okay.' Greg held his hands up. 'Sir.'

Mycroft shot him a look but didn't respond. Lestrade laughed good naturedly and leaned back in his chair. 'What else?'

Mycroft hummed. 'You need to wear a tuxedo to the actual event; smart casual afterwards.' He told Greg.

Lestrade nodded. By smart causal he expected he'll be wearing another expensive suit he couldn't afford. 'Will there be lots of PA's there?'

'Yes. Though you'll be with me the whole time.' Mycroft answered truthfully. He needed a PA to field his calls, stopping his diary from becoming impossibly full, other certain individuals just used PA's to do all the work for them, from writing speeches to choosing their meals for them.

'Right...maybe we can all gang up and start a revolt against the toffs, eh?'

'Please don't' Mycroft told him, eying Lestrade suspiciously, not sure if his police officer was being serious or not.

'Well, you better treat me nicely then.' Lestrade winked.

'Of course...I wouldn't actually be speaking directly to you during the evening; you'll join me for dinner at a certain table, sit quietly and blend in.'

Lestrade scoffed. 'Where's the fun in that?'

'It's politics, Gregory; it's not supposed to be fun.'

'I can't even speak to the deputy oh whats-his-name?'

'Nicholas?'

Lestrade laughed despite himself. 'Whatever.'

'No...You're not to speak to anyone unless spoken to. Its general procedure.'

'There's a lot of red-tape to this.' Lestrade moaned, going back to his paperwork, ticking another box.

Mycroft sighed. 'I know.'

The government official leaned forwards, tilting Lestrade's head up for a gentle kiss. 'I will see you at home.'

Lestrade hummed in answer, smiling as Mycroft walked out, swing the door shut with the end of his umbrella.

Now it looked as if he would have to buy two new suits, he thought, wincing at the thought of the cost.

This weekend had better be a good one.

Will it? I don't think!

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