AN: So this chapter is longer than the first two combine (I think) so yay longer chapters! Also I am now using this story to motivate
'Mycroft's thoughts' 'Greg's thoughts'

Two Years Later

"Sir you have a problem." Said Anthea.

"I have a problem? What do you mean?" But all the things he needed to know were written in her stance and the displeased look on her face.

"I cannot hold her back any longer, you have a dinner date Friday at five pm. Bring your 'boyfriend'."

"I don't have a boyfriend! Why can't she just forget about it and move on?" 'This woman will be the death of me.'

"I don't know sir, but on a brighter note tomorrow is your monthly meeting with DI Lestrade. Perhaps you could…"

"No Anthea, I will not ask Gregory to pretend to be my boyfriend." 'Although the idea is not entirely distasteful. No I will not use Gregory in that manner.'

"But sir he considers you a friend and I'm sure he wouldn't mind-" Anthea started before Mycroft cut her off.

"He is married, to a woman, I can hardly ask him to pretend to be my homosexual boyfriend." 'Although he doesn't have a happy marriage but he does want it to last.'

"Actually sir he and Sherry got a divorce, the paper work went through just yesterday, he is officially single. At least ask him sir, after all I'm sure you'd rather date him than Miss Rosa."

"It is hardly a matter of whom I would rather date, Anthea. And I'm sure a perfectly heterosexual male would not be interested in going on a date with me, even if it is just a pretend date."

"With all due respect sir, you don't know that he is 'perfectly heterosexual' after all he could be completely bisexual and just happened to marry a female." She did have a point.

"I'm late for a meeting." And with that Mycroft left, with Anthea's words still reverberating through his head.

"Hey Myc." Greeted Greg cheerfully.

Ever since Sherlock got out of rehab Greg and Mycroft would have a monthly meeting where Greg would inform Mycroft of his brother's progress and health (as if Mycroft didn't have cameras in Sherlock's flat). They would always meet at Greg's favorite café, and often times he would find himself looking forward to seeing Mycroft. And now with the divorce he could feel free to explore why he looked forward to these meetings so much.

"Hello Gregory, you're looking well." 'Which is odd considering he just had a divorce.'

"Yeah, actually Sherry and I just got a divorce." He told Mycroft hesitantly.

"Oh, I'm sorry." 'Yet somehow I find that I'm not sorry, interesting.'

"No it's ok," said Greg, clutching his drink a little tighter. "Both of us have well-paying jobs so no one pay alimony, she kept the house and I get the kids during their summer holiday and their winter holiday, so, ya know, it all works out."

"Well that's good." Responded Mycroft, not knowing how he should feel about this development.

"Sorry, I'm boring you with my personal problems aren't I?"

"It's no bother, and if you ever need anything feel free to call me." 'Am I being generous!?"

"Thanks Myc. Well Sherlock seems to be thriving with these new cases, and he is trying very hard to stay clean."

"Is it working?" Mycroft, ever the skeptic

"Yeah, we've actually got him to agree to do several drug tests. He's clean."

"Well, if we're done here I must be going." He made to get up from the table but Greg caught his sleeve.

"No! Umm, I mean, no please stay, we can chat for a while." 'Way to be smooth Greg' he thought sarcastically to himself.

"Well I suppose." So Mycroft stayed and chatted about boring trivial things with Greg for another half hour. 'I never though normal people things could be so enjoyable.'

After a while Mycroft decided that Anthea was probably right, might as well ask.

"Excuse me Gregory but I was wondering if you would do a favor for me?" He asked.

"Uh, sure Myc, what do you need?" 'don't get too hopeful Lestrade!'

"Well there is this woman named Vanessa Rosa," ('Crap he's straight.') "And she keeps pestering me for a date," ('"Pestering"?') "But I'm simply not interested," ('YES!') "So I told her I had a boyfriend. She understood but now she keeps pestering me so she can meet my boyfriend." ('I like where this is going.') "The only problem is I don't have a boyfriend, she has arranged for us three to have dinner on Friday, I have absolutely no way of ducking out. So… I was wondering… if you would… I-I mean…"

"You want me to be your boyfriend for the night so she thinks you are both gay and taken?" Greg finished for him

Mycroft nodded. "It's not like I want to just use you, but I was hoping… and then she'd finally leave me alone and… it-it's ok if you say no I understand." 'Oh god, what if he says no?'

"I would love to help you Myc." 'Oh god did that sound too willing?'

"Ok I understand, I'll just- wait, you would!?"

Greg laughed. "Yeah sounds like fun. What time?" 'Can he tell…'

"I'll, uh, pick you up at four thirty." Mycroft's face began to redden.

"Cool I'll see you then." He was about to leave when he thought of something. "Um, Myc? How, uh, how touchy feely do you want to be?" 'God, look at his face redden, I think it's cute, focus Lestrade!'

"Just enough to convince her I am in a real relationship, so handholding and some endearments." 'Oh god could my face get any redder!?'

"Sound good, see you on Friday Myc." He kissed Mycroft on the cheek before scurrying out the door. 'Oh dear god why did you have to kiss him!? What if he knows!?'

Mycroft stood there for a moment, stunned. Slowly, hesitantly, he raised a hand to touch the cheek that Gregory had just kissed; suddenly he was looking forward to Friday.