A/N Greg on a date AND trying to keep him in character? Geez..

Previously:

"Where are they going?" Jules asked Ed, fairly certain he would know.

"Canoe." He answered.

"Wow." They all said.

…

"They'll get over it right?" Zoë asked Greg when they were in the elevator.

"Yeah, I'm sure in a couple of days. Or maybe a week, they'll get over it." He noticed she seemed really nervous. "Relax, Zoë." He smiled at her.

"Yeah but it's the first date."

"Yeah, but we already know each other. So the pressure is off right?" She swallowed.

"No, I mean. This is my first date." He looked a little surprised, even though he could've known.

"It's just me. We can always go somewhere else?" They heard the elevator ding. And got out.

"No, I'm sure it'll get better." They walked towards his car.

He opened the car door for her, closed it after she got in and walked around the back. Using the time to calm himself down. He wouldn't admit it, but he was nervous. Her first date ever, talk about pressure.

…

The restaurant even had a valet service. So Zoë knew immediately that it was indeed fancy.

"Are you sure my dress is okay?" She asked Greg as they walked into the restaurant.

"You look perfect, Zoë."

They were seated at a table by the window. It had a beautiful view of Toronto. They were handed menu's. Zoë smiled. It was the kind of place where the woman's menu didn't show the prices.

"Would you like to drink something?" The waiter asked.

"Do you have a prosecco or something like it?" The man nodded.

"We have a prosecco from Italy and a Rosé brut from Ontario."

"I would like a glass of the Rosé brut, thank you." He looked at Greg.

"Diet coke please." The man nodded.

"I will bring it over shortly." He walked away with their drink order.

"Are you sure you don't mind me drinking?" He nodded.

"I'm fine at the bar, aren't I?" She nodded.

"The view is beautiful." She said as she looked outside. "Have you been here before?" He shook his head.

"No, I spent all Sunday trying to decide on a place. I'm glad they had this table for us." They waiter brought them their drinks.

"I think you made a good decision. The view is amazing." She looked at the menu. She wasn't sure what to order. "You're having the venison, aren't you?" She asked him.

"I am, what are you having? The venison or the duck?" She smiled at how well he seemed to know her.

"I'm not sure myself. I think I'll go for the duck." The waiter walked up to them.

"Are you ready to order?" Greg looked at Zoë who nodded.

"We are."

"Very good. Miss, what would like?"

"I would like to have the Beef tartar and the Duck, please." The man wrote it down and turned to look at Greg.

"For me the Roads Duck and the Venison, thank you." The man thanked them and walked away.

"You choose the duck." He smiled at her.

"What can I say, I'm a sucker for those." She took a sip of her wine. "How was work today?"

"It was pretty good. Quiet. Spent it training. You?" She shrugged.

"Good, it feels a little weird though. A new team. A new Sergeant." She looked outside for a second. "Tell me, how does this work? Do we fill the evening with small talk?"

"Yeah. We eat, drink, talk and enjoy each other's company."

"Tell me about your family, I only know that you and your mom left your dad."

"I was 12 when we left. My mom thought it was going to be rough for me. But it was much easier with him gone. My mom lives here, in Toronto. I go to see her every once in a while. But she makes sure she calls at least once a week. I'm an only child and have very few family members."

"See, I learned something new." He took her hand from across the table. She looked down at their joined hands and smiled.

"Tell me something about you I don't know. I don't care what." She thought for a second.

"I'm a huge dork." He smiled. "Really, I am. I used to watch Firefly. And I absolutely love Nathan Fillion, which makes me a dork with good taste."

"You love him? Wow. Looks like I've got some competition." He stroked her hand with his thumb.

"Well, you're definitely ahead."

"I better be." The waiter arrived with their starters.

"Bon appetite."

"Bon appetite."

…

They had just finished their desert and were finishing their drinks. when his phone buzzed.

"You're not on call, right?" He shook his head. And made no move to check his phone.

"It can wait."

They talked for a few minutes before his phone started ringing.

"You can pick up your phone Greg." He checked the caller ID.

"It's just Ed, probably to give me grief." He turned the sound off. A few seconds later her phone started ringing. She checked the caller ID, Ed.

"It's Ed. I'll pick up just to make sure he isn't bleeding out in a ditch or something." Greg nodded. "Hey Ed, we're still at the restaurant. Is something wrong?" Greg couldn't hear what Ed was saying.

"It's Clark, no one's seen him since this morning."

"Clark's missing? I'm sure he's just gone to some party, Ed."

"We called his best friend, he hasn't been at school today."

"Okay, what do you want us to do?"

"Help look for him." She looked at Greg.

"I'm going to pass you to Greg, hold on." She handed Greg the phone. Of course she hoped that Clark would be okay, but dammit this was her first date.

"Have you asked Spike to trace his cell?"

"No. I haven't thought off that."

"Give Spike a call, ask him to trace it. Give us a call if you can't find him, okay?"

"Yeah, okay. Thanks Greg." Ed hung up the phone.

Greg handed Zoë her phone back.

"Are you ready to go?" Zoë nodded. "I'll go pay. I'll be right back." She nodded.

…

Greg had paid and was about to walk back to Zoë when a man approached him.

"Sir, if you don't mind me asking. How much did you pay for her company?" Greg was speechless.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Your escort, how much did you pay for her company." Zoë had noticed the conversation Greg was involved in was getting a little heated, so she grabbed her bag and walked up to them.

"Are you talking about my girlfriend?" Zoë could make that out. Girlfriend, she could feel the butterflies in her stomach flutter. Clearly the other man was asking something about her, and Greg didn't like it.

"Is everything okay, sweetie?" She looked at Greg and then at the other man.

"Yes, everything is okay." The man answered before he turned to Greg. "I'm sorry for the misunderstanding." The man said before he walked back to his friends at the bar.

…

They were in the car before either of them spoke again.

"Want to tell me what that was about?" Zoë looked at him. He shrugged. "You're not getting rid of me that easy. You looked like you were about to punch him. What did he say." He pulled the car over to the curb. 'Wow, this must be serious.' Zoë thought.

"He asked how much I paid for you." Now she was speechless.

"What? He thought I was a hooker?" She said insulted, now she wanted to punch the man.

"Escort." Was she that beautiful that people thought he couldn't possible get her as a date? He knew she was in his eyes.

"What a jerk. I can't believe you would ask someone that." She looked at him and noticed something in his eyes. But she couldn't place it. "What's wrong?" He looked at the steering wheel. She put her hand on his face so he would look at her.

"What did I ever do to deserve you?" She couldn't believe her ears.

"Are you serious? You are an amazing man. You're kind, sweet, generous and let's don't forget handsome." They looked into each other's eyes. "Any woman would be lucky to have you. I think that makes me the most lucky off all." He reached over the console and gave her a quick kiss. "Now, bring me home. I want my goodnight kiss." He smiled and started the car.

"Your wish is my command."

…

They arrived at her building. He walked her up to her door.

"I had fun, Greg. Thank you."

"I had fun too." He leaned in to kiss her. He kept the kiss slow so he wouldn't lose his self-control. They pulled apart and she bit her bottom-lip.

"I'll see you at work, tomorrow." She walked inside and closed her door.

She had just replaced her dress with sweatpants and sweater when the doorbell rang. She was surprised to see Greg standing there.

"Everything okay?"

"Looks like you get your goodnight kiss twice. Clark's still missing, his phone is turned off."

A/N I had to look it up, Venison is (if I'm not mistaken) Deer steak. And yes, it was short. You can't expect me to update twice a day AND make it long xD