Ok, so this is a late chapter... that I have no idea how to write.

Ugh.

I'll try my best! I just hope I don't fail. If you've read my story 'You Always Brighten My Day' which was a date story, you probably know that I can write date chapters, I'm just not very good at them. And at the time it was written, I was used to writing with Robin and Starfire.

Lockwood and Lucy?

That's another story.

Well, enough of my rambling. Let's begin.

Disclaimer: I do not own Lockwood & Co.!

The next morning, I was heading downstairs after waking up when I remembered I had a date. With Lockwood. At noon.

I scrambled into the kitchen, and checked the clock.

10:22

Oh no.

I ran back upstairs, and got in the shower. As soon as I got out, I blow dried and combed my hair, then searched my jewelry box (which has quite a limited selection), and chose a pair of diamond studs, the diamond necklace Lockwood had given me, and a silver barrette.

To me, makeup is a waste of time, so I skipped it. Clothing was my priority now. After digging through my closet for a good ten minutes, I surfaced with a blue pleated skirt, a pair of black flats, white tights, and a cream colored v-neck jumper. It wasn't much, but it would do.

I pulled the ensemble on, and added the hair clip. I looked presentable.

I strung the necklace around my neck; fixed the earrings to my ears.

I trotted downstairs, walking into the kitchen. George was at the sink, scrubbing a plate. He glanced over his shoulder.

"Going somewhere?" He asked.

I nodded, focusing on fiddling with the hem of my skirt.

George turned back to the pile of dishes in the sink.

"Where?"

I dropped the hem of my skirt, settling for my necklace. "A date."

George whirled around, glasses gleaming. "With?"

"None of your business." I snapped.

"Oh, no. Lucy, tell me now."

I sighed, and shook my head. "No."

"Yes."

My face flushed lightly.

"No."

"Yes."

"NO!"

"But you must."

"I said no!"

"I'm saying yes."

"Okay fine!" I cried, defeated.

In an almost inaudible voice, I muttered; "It's Lockwood."

"Sorry?" George said, a grin spreading on his face.

"It's Lockwood."

George slammed his palms together, the grin widening. "I knew it would happen! I was starting to think you two would stay clueless forever."

I looked down at my feet, my face turning scarlet. "He..."

"He what?"

"He kissed me."

George let out a whoop, and clapped me on the back. I cocked an eyebrow at him as he went back to doing the dishes. I found myself wondering if someone had spiked his doughnuts.

Around 11:50, Lockwood came downstairs. He looked dashing as always, with his megawatt grin. He was clad in a maroon jumper with a dress shirt underneath, and a pair of dark dress pants with dress shoes. I was surprised, as the only time I'd seen him dress casually was the time we had to go undercover. And he wore bermuda shorts. Flowery bermuda shorts.

He looked nice. Handsome.

"You look great, Luce." Lockwood said, taking my hand. He smiled when he saw the necklace. "I see you still wear that."

"Why wouldn't I?" I said, grinning quizzically.

Lockwood shrugged; squeezed my hand. "Shall we?"

"We shall."

Lockwood and I pulled on our coats, him in his signature long coat, me in my peacoat. It was briskly chilly as usual, and wearing flats and tights was proving not to be such a good idea. Lockwood and my hands were still joined, fingers interlocked.

"So... why... did you ask me to come out with you?" I asked.

Lockwood smiled. "I thought I made that clear."

A smile grazed my lips. "Yeah. I guess you did."

Lockwood squeezed my hand. "Luce, I-"

"Oh! Hello, there Tony!"

Lockwood stopped in his tracks, grip on my hand tightening.

"Hello, Quill."

The Fittes agent gave us a cocky grin. His hair was red as always, and he was wearing a dark blue scarf and earmuffs with his slate grey coat; bedazzled rapier at his side.

"Ah! And Julie!" Kipps said, turning his grin to me.

"It's Lucy." I said sharply.

"Yes, yes. Whatever." Kipps stepped forward, eyes flicking to our joined hands. "Well, well! What's this?"

I sneered at him. "It is none of yo-"

Lockwood cut me off. "We happen to be heading out. This is relevant to you why?"

Kipps stiffened. "No reason."

Lockwood's grin was wolfish. "Where's Godwin?"

Kipps frowned, looking at Lockwood steadily. "Why would she be here?"

"Ah. Because you two seemed to be doing something last time we saw each other."

Kipp's face turned flaming red, and he turned away. "Well, nice seeing you, Tony. Julie."

He stalked away.

I growled. "I will never get used to him calling me Julie."

"And I hate being called Tony." Lockwood snarled.

We began to walk again.

"So," I began, "where are we going?"

Lockwood smiled softly. "A tea shop."

I smiled back. "That sounds nice."

The tea shop was a small, squat building, with lace curtains, and colorful floral wallpaper. The furniture was dark wood, floor tiled.

Lockwood sat us down at a table with a white lace table cloth, a small vase of pink roses siting atop it. It was quite cozy.

A girl with curly blonde hair, dressed in a pink blouse and white skirt, topped with a white apron and flats walked over briskly.

"Hello," she chirped, eyeing Lockwood for a second, "May I take your order?"

Lockwood gave her a megawatt smile. "Pitkins breakfast, if you have it, with cream and sugar for her, just sugar for me. Oh, yes, and some strawberry cake. Two slices."

The waitress grinned back at him, but did not move.

Oh no.

"You're really cute." She said, twirling a blonde ringlet around one finger.

Lockwood smiled, a little more strained than before. "Thank you."

He turned back to me. "So, Lucy, are you liking it here?"

I nodded, "Oh yes. It's lovely."

The waitress's brow wrinkled; I assumed she wasn't used to being ignored.

"Will you take me out sometime?" The waitress asked sweetly. Lockwood's smile twitched as he turned to her.

"Miss, I'm on a date as it is. I have someone. So no. I will not take you out."

The waitress rolled her eyes, and stalked off.

"Does that happen often?" I asked, absently fiddling with the pendant of my necklace.

Lockwood nodded. "Oh, yes. Yes, it does. It's quite irritating. There was one time when this one girl just wouldn't leave me alone. I eventually-"

"Lockwood." I said firmly, "You've told me this story."

Lockwood laughed. "I suppose I have."

The streets were bustling with men and women, adorned by sprigs of lavender and various silver trinkets. The soft lavender hues of Tendy's mixed with the dark maroons of Rotwell and the somber grays of Fittes. A jolly faced man with a bushy mustache sat at the street corner; he was selling hot chocolate.

Lockwood noticed. "Do you want some cocoa? I can go get some."

I was quite cold. I nodded, squeezing his hand. He gave me smile, and with a few quick strides, was over at the stand. I shivered slightly, shoving my already gloved hands into my coat pockets. My breath plumed out in front of my face in a hazy fog.

"Hello, there." I turned, looking up. A boy stood there. He had very blonde hair, thin faced with grey eyes, and slightly shorter than Lockwood. He was wearing a Rotwell uniform, maroon coat and dark slacks pressed and spotless. An ornate Italian rapier rested at his hip.

I nodded in his direction. "Can I help you?"

The boy stepped closer, and I stepped back. "You're cute." He remarked. "What's a little doe like you doing out here?"

"I'm an Agent." I said flatly, patting my rapier hilt. "I assure you, I'm no doe."

"Oh, so you're more of a panther. Sleek and beautiful, but quite deadly."

"Uh, sure." I said, flatter than before. I turned to leave, but the boy grabbed my wrist. I wrenched it away, turned on my heel.

"What is your problem?" I asked him sharply.

"Wound you fancy a date?" He asked. He smiled then, but his smile was nothing compared to Lockwood's.

"I'm on one, thank you." I snapped. He raised his thin eyebrows.

"Well, can I at least learn your name?"

"No," I said, "no you can't."

But he continued anyway. "Well, I'm William. William Johnson."

"Cool." I said, "I don't care."

"You should." He remarked smugly, "You said you're an agent, so what company do you work for? Fittes? I've never seen you at Rotwell's. Perhaps Tendy's or Grimble? You're not wearing a uniform."

"That's because I work for Lockwood & Co." I said slowly, "Combe Carey Hall? Mrs. Barret's tomb? The Edmund Bickerstaff incident? That was us."

Johnson regarded me more closely. "Then you're... Carlyle? Lucy Carlyle?"

I was slightly surprised that he knew my name, but not surprised that he knew our company, as we had made the Times many times before. The reason I was surprised he knew my name is because it's usually misspelled, or I'm not mentioned at all, and George is another story. Lockwood is usually the one who gets that sort of attention. I glanced over my shoulder at the cocoa stand, only to see Lockwood chatting animatedly with the man behind the counter. I sighed inwardly.

"Yes," I said, "That would be me."

"Ah, nice to meet you Ms. Carlyle. Now that that knowledge has been obtained, it only makes me want a date more."

"I am afraid you're mistaken, because as I said before, I'm on one."

"Maybe after this date is over then? Make time for me?"

I shook my head. I couldn't believe this guy. "I actually rather fancy the person I'm on a date with right now, thank you very much."

He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Lockwood finally deciding to return. He was holding a pair of lidded foam cups, one in each hand.

"Back!" He grinned cheerily, handing me a cup. "Luce, who is this?"

"William Johnson, apparently." I said.

"Hello, are you a friend of Lucy's?" Lockwood asked. He re-laced his fingers with mine, squeezing my hand gently.

"No." I said before Johnson could say anything. "He was bothering me."

Lockwood looked from me to Johnson in a quick glance, and then back to me. "What was he done?"

"Asked me out repeatedly. It's getting quite tiresome."

Lockwood's grin was slightly wolfish. "Well, She has a boyfriend, thank you."

"Well, she could have me. Who's her boyfriend? I don't see him."

Lockwood laughed, but not kindly. "Me. I am. Now, please leave Lucy alone. We will be leaving now. Good day."

And with a quick tug, Lockwood led me away.

"Thank you." I breathed.

"No problem." He said stiffly. His strides were quick and sharp.

"B-boyfriend?" I asked. Lockwood looked down at me, smiling.

"If you'll have me."

I grinned too. In another move, I had flung my arms around his neck. Well, arm. I was holding his hand with the other, but I still had to be careful, as I was holding my cocoa on my hand. I buried my face in his shoulder. His arms were around my waist.

"Yes" I said, "I'd like that."

He chuckled merrily. I looked up, and he kissed me, one hand stroking my cheek. I smiled into the kiss, deepening it.

We broke apart a few seconds later, resting our foreheads together.

"Luce, I love you." Lockwood said, his smile gleaming. I grinned.

"I love you too."

ACK I HAVE NOT UPDATED IN SO LONG. I AM SOOO SORRY. Anyway, I'm writing a couple of other things currently, so expect some new stuff soon!

See ya later!

~Starry