A Date?

Greg climbed into the car as it pulled up outside his flat; this time Mycroft Holmes would get a piece of his mind and Greg would finally get what he wanted.

"That's the last time I do your dirty work for you, Mycroft!" Greg snapped, glaring at the younger man.

"Now, Inspector, it wasn't that bad." Mycroft smirked; he'd obviously ruffled the Inspector's feathers a bit too much this time.

"No, if I have to follow your brother and his flatmate around, I want something in return." Greg replied, fixing the younger man with a stare.

Well, that was unexpected.  Mycroft thought, looking the D.I over carefully.

"Alright, so what would you like? To be promoted? Or maybe a new car? No, how about a new fla ..."

"A date." Greg interrupted him with a smile.

"A what?" Mycroft sniggered, wondering what the D.I's game was.

Greg grinned at the younger man, "A date. With you."

Mycroft paused for a moment to process this.

"Why would you want a date with me? Have you lost your mind?"

Greg smiled, satisfied that he'd ruffled Mycroft's feathers this time.

"Nope. Perfectly sound of mind, thank you. So."

"So, what?"

"When should I pick you up?" Greg smirked, pushing his luck.

Mycroft sighed, "Inspector ..."

"Greg." The D.I corrected, still smirking.

"Gregory. I'm not going on a date with you."

"Why not? Not interested?" Greg asked curiously, still pushing his luck.

"Don't be absurb! Of course I ... Dammit." Mycroft cursed, suddenly flustered.

Gregory had really gotten to him this time.

"I'll pick you up at eight tomorrow then." Greg grinned brightly, opening the car door.

"Gregory ..." Mycroft protested uselessly.

"Make sure to wear something nice, won't you?"

Greg winked and climbed out the car, feeling very pleased with himself.

"Bugger." Mycroft cursed, glaring after the D.I, before a smile started to form.