AN: And with this I am 3/5ths of the way done. Over halfway, I know, sad, but still plenty of stories to be told! Thank you for sticking with this. It means the world to me :)

James gets over the failed mission, not so much because he wants to, but because Lily was right when she said wallowing in your own misery didn't change anything. Besides, if he let every imperfect mission tear him up inside, he wouldn't be able to continue as an agent.

So instead, he made sure the rest of the children were taken care of and went on with life. His next mission happened to include himself and Alastair and they were actually in the middle of a shoot out when a question popped into his mind.

"Do you want to go on an actual first date?"

"I really don't think this is the best time Lancelot!" Alastair yelled out as he used a dead body as a shield. He fired back towards the oncoming bullets as he moved to a new area of cover.

At the same moment, James had used Alastair's distraction to take out their biggest guy before getting back to safety as he cried out, "I think we have a little time don't you?"

"Not at all but something tells me you'll keep bugging me about this anyways!" Alastair yelled back.

"Of course!"

Letting out a groan, Alastair went around the corner and took out the last two guys. As James approached, he took their guns and handed both to James.

"What? Don't you need one too?"

"Unlike you, I'm not trigger happy," Alastair said with a roll of his eyes. "Now come on. The ring leader is still hold up in his office with five guards on him."

"Oooo, should be fun," James said with a grin.

"Like I said, trigger happy," repeated Alastair as they headed out of the room and down a hall.

"What, so you're not going to answer it?"

"First off, I want to know what the hell you mean by an actual first date," muttered Alastair as he turned a corner. "Clear."

"Well, you could technically say we've been on dates but I want to actually be able to ask you to go on a date with me. An actual first date. So this is me, asking you, if you want to go on a date," James finished as he switched positions with Alastair and checked the next area. "Clear."

"Hmm."

"What's that supposed to mean!? Do you really have to think about this?"

"Well no but just saying yes is being to easy on you."

"Easy? It's a date," exclaimed James.

"So? Let's put it this way. I will say yes if we succeed but only if you don't fire a single bullet."

"Wait? Seriously? Aren't you the one that always wants to get straight to the point with a mission?" James asked with a smirk.

"Well seeing as we don't have to worry about any new players coming in seeing as all the ringleader's contacts are either dead or in prison, I think we can take a couple of extra minutes with this."

"But why!?"

"Cause I might as well make it interesting."

"You just want another reason to be impressed with my incredible abilities, is that it?" James asked with a playful grin.

"Perhaps."

"What? Nothing else?"

"Go do your thing and then you may get a response."

Rolling his eyes, James did what he did best and rather swiftly took out all the men in the way. Letting out a pleased sigh, James tried the door but it was locked.

"We could search for a key," James began, "or you could do the honors."

Alastair just let out a small snort, and then kicked in the door. Guns were drawn and with hardly any struggle, they got the man back to the HQ in Berlin without a hitch. Afterwards, James asked, "So, where do you want to go on our actual first date?"

"I'm not well versed in this event but I'm assuming the one asking for a date usually has an idea as to where they want to go," Alastair responded with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh hush! Just tell me what you're in the mood for."

"Well we literally just took out an entire jug dealing unit in under twenty-four hours with mostly brute force. I think a fully fledged meal is in order."

"I couldn't agree with you more! There's this great little Italian Restaurant that I went to last time I was here on a mission. We just have to go!"

"Who goes to Germany to go to an Italian Restaurant?" Alastair asked with an incredulous look.

"First off, I went to Germany because of a mission and second of all, it's not my fault I was craving Italian afterwards. Now are you going to just keep undermining me or are you going to let me pay for dinner?"

"Lancelot, you do realize it's nearly ten, right? Even if they're still open, we won't have any time to eat once we get there."

"The mission is done, we have break time, just call James you big dork and don't worry about the hours. I may have already asked them if they'd stay open this late," James replied with a cheeky grin.

"How'd you know when we'd finish?"

"I didn't. Honestly I figured we might finish everything up earlier but just in case I figured I should ask them for even later than usual," said James.

Frowning, Alastair asked, "But how did you even convince them to do so?"

"Well it helps that the owner is an insomniac and she does owe me a bit of a favor."

"Hold on a second!" yelled out Alastair. "Do you mean this girl is the one that you risked your neck for the last time? The one who's arms dealing boyfriend was going to run her over to try and get away from you!?"

"So she's an insomniac, owns an Italian restaurant, owes me a favor, and nearly got run over by a criminal, now ex, boyfriend. A minor detail that I failed to mention. So what?"

Alastair's glare was answer enough.

"Okay, maybe it's a bit more important but the point is that I have a perfectly lovely restaurant ready for us which does a lovely Dip for the Stars as an appetizer and they have their Bicerin is to die for so are we going to just keep nitpicking at everything or are we going to actually go and eat?" asked James.

"Hmm."

"How is it that you can make such a simple noise so aggravating? Just answer!"

"Yes."

"Oh, so now you're going to be kind and easy," muttered James though he was grinning. "Come on."

Rolling his eyes at that, Alastair followed James as they headed out of HQ. In certain parts of Berlin, the city was still completely bustling but Alastair and James went to the areas where the rare shop was still open. Most remained dark however and only the occasionally person on their way home passed them.

When they were only a street away, Alastair asked, "So what did Kingsman have you tell this woman?"

"Just that I was an undercover state cop that had ignored the fact that the government was now running the case because of international complications but I believed it was still mine because I began it," answered James.

Alastair let out a small chuckle. "That actually sounds like you."

"I don't know whether that's a compliment or an insult."

"If I say compliment, are you paying?"

"You ass," muttered James with a snort. He playfully bumped into Alastair before quickening his pace. "We're almost there."

Alastair followed two steps behind but quickly became even more separated when he froze and James kept going. James had already opened the door when he happened to glance back and saw that Alastair was still on the other side of the street.

"Alastair, you kind of have to cross the street to get in!"

"Shut up!" he yelled back though he hesitated a moment longer before finally moving across. Looking inside, Alastair asked, "What if I had said a different event? Like…I don't know…walking around the city instead of sitting down to eat?"

"Well, I would have been a bit screwed but I would have just had Elisa, the owner, pack everything up and I would have paid her for her trouble. She'd already mentioned that she didn't mind if it didn't go as planned," James responded.

"And what if I hadn't wanted Italian to eat?"

"Well in that case I would have put a bag over your head and would have dragged you here whether you liked it or not."

Alastair shook his head, blushing hard as he looked into the lit restaurant and the carefully set up table with candles and flowers. The fact that the other tables had been cleared with chairs put up made the center table stand out even more so.

"What? To happy for words?" asked James with a grin as he interrupted Alastair's thought process. "Come on, you can say it. I'm the best boyfriend ever!"

"…boyfriend?"

"Oh shit! Was that to soon? It just kind of came out! Like I mean we've said I love you and everything but I don't know—"

"Boyfriend sounds fine," Alastair quickly reassured James, though he did hesitate with the words. "I'm just…trying to get use to the way it sounds."

"Yeah of course. Got it. Ready to go in?" asked James.

Leaning forward, Alastair gave him a quick peck. "Ready."