A/N Hey My Lovelies!!! So here is a really fluffy oneshot for you guys....(Another apology for The Wayfinder and the Siren TBH) it's loosely based on the song Night Changes by One Direction....I only used the chorus but it still kind of fits...It's also inspired by a pic that I found online....I'll include it in this post.....Enjoy<3

Greg

Please just sign the papers

Marion

Greg re-read the note he had found under the door of his ratty hotel room before crumpling the paper and tossing it into the bin. He took a swallow of the cheap whiskey he had picked up, wincing as it burned unpleasantly.

His wife of nearly ten years had filed for divorce, and had one of his friends serve him the papers in front of his collogues. It wouldn't have been so bad, if Sherlock and John hadn't been there. Sherlock had been saying that she was going to leave him for a while now, and when it happened, Greg could almost feel the smug grin the bastard was sending him.

It wasn't like there was really anything to miss, if he was being honest. She hadn't loved Greg for a long time, and he had been living in dumpy motels for almost three months. She was a vindictive bitch, but there was still a part of Greg that loved her.

A knock at the door startled him and he reached for his gun. He figured it was probably Marion, coming to collect the papers and rub more salt in the wound. He stepped to the door and pulled it open, the harsh words he had ready on the tip of his tongue dying there when he saw who it was.

Mycroft Holmes, or someone that looked like a very casual version of the posh man, stood outside his door. He was wearing jeans and his usual heavy overcoat and scarf, but Greg could see what looked to be a Doctor Who design on the shirt beneath. The man smiled brightly at him and Greg felt his stomach flutter.

"Gregory, I was hoping you were in."

"Names Greg, why are you here?"

"My apologies for the late hour, but I just spoke to my brother and-"

"Listen I really don't care what Sherlock Bloody Holmes is doing tonight. I had a difficult day and don't want to deal with him right now-"

"This isn't about my brother Detective Inspector." Greg blinked up at the taller man, unable to figure out why the politician would be at his door if not for Sherlock. "Sherlock informed me that your wife has filed for divorce. I merely wanted to offer you my sincere apologies-"

"I'm not taking any money from you." Greg snapped, crossing his arms. It wouldn't have been the first time Mycroft Holmes tried to pay him or buy him things. The man felt he owed Greg for helping Sherlock, even though Greg had made it very clear that he helped Sherlock to keep his friend away from drugs. "I told you before, I don't take charity." Mycroft chuckled and smiled at Greg, in a way that could almost be considered fond, throwing the DI's mind into a tailspin.

"I'm not offering you money or charity. I was simply wondering if you would like to accompany me to watch the fireworks? I hear the city puts on a wonderful display for New Years." Greg stared blankly back at Mycroft, not sure how to respond to that. "I'm told that people don't like to be alone on this holiday."

"Y-You want to take me to watch the fireworks?"

"I believe that is what I asked."

"I-Is this a-a- a date?"

"If you want it to be." Greg huffed a disbelieving laugh and ran his fingers through his hair, not missing the way Mycroft's eyes flicked over his body. He blushed slightly and debated what he was going to do.

He ran his own eyes over the elder Holmes sibling's frame, not bothering to hide it. If Mycroft wanted this to be a date, then it would be a date.

"Fine, but you're buying coffee."

"That sounds fair."

A half an hour later, Greg and Mycroft both had coffees and were strolling through the park. Conversation flowed easily between them and Greg found himself laughing a surprising amount. Mycroft turned out to have a wonderful sense of humor and was incredibly easy to get along with when he was relaxed.

About an hour into their walk, they came up to a bridge and leaned against it, watching the lights from the city centre dancing in the sky.

"Work is going to be crazy tomorrow." Greg grumbled, taking a sip of his coffee and glancing at the man beside him. Mycroft chuckled and nodded, glancing up at the sky. It had started to snow, giving the atmosphere an almost romantic quality.

"Here, you'll catch cold." Mycroft's umbrella suddenly made an appearance, but Greg only had a few seconds to process his confusion before Mycroft was tugging him closer to stand under the umbrella. They stood next to each other, drinking their coffee in silence while they watched the party in the city.

"Thank you for this, Mr. Holmes."

"I do believe we have known each other long enough for you to call me Mycroft." Greg laughed, feeling the taller man laugh against him. Greg leaned slightly against Mycroft's shoulder, feeling the air between them.

We're only getting older baby

And I've been thinking about it lately

Does it ever drive you crazy

Just how fast the night changes?

"My wife was never interested in doing things like this, not after we got married anyways. She didn't want anyone to know that we were together."

"Why would you marry someone like that? If you don't mind the question." Greg sighed, dropping his face in his hand and thinking over his marriage.

"She got pregnant, I wanted to do right by her."

"I wasn't aware you had kids."

"I don't. The baby died just after the wedding. It shouldn't have lasted for ten bloody years, but I kept telling myself that I still loved her." Greg turned away from the party, facing the dark and empty park behind them.

"Are you alright, Gregory?" Mycroft's voice was soft, and it made Greg's chest tighten.

"It's been a long time since someone actually gave enough of a shit to ask that." Mycroft was quiet for a moment before turning and facing Greg, his eyes filled with what looked like pain.

"Your wife never appreciated you the way she should have." He whispered, his eyes searching Greg's and making his stomach twist in ways he hadn't felt since he was a teen. Greg laughed sadly and shook his head, looking down at his now-empty coffee cup and fighting a blush that was rising along his cheeks.

"There's nothing to appreciate." He hadn't meant to whisper, but his body seemed to be reacting to the intensity from Mycroft's gaze. The politician reached up and cupped Greg's cheek, sending a shock of something through Greg's spine.

"I beg to differ, Detective Lestrade." Mycroft's voice was so soft and full of awe that it made Greg's heart try to skip a beat.

His heart full-on stopped when Mycroft pressed their lips together, the gentlest brush of lips that sent the DI reeling. His brain kicked in and he leaned into the kiss, parting his lips and sighing as Mycroft timidly deepened the kiss.

The sounds of fireworks exploded over the city and Greg started giggling against the taller man's lips. Mycroft pulled back, clearly fighting his own laugh.

"What is so funny?"

"We are snogging for the first time under the New Years Fireworks. Could we be more cliché?" Mycroft finally started laughing along with him, resting his forehead against Greg's. "Definitely not how I pictured this night going." Greg mumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to Mycroft's lips.

"I know." Mycroft whispered, smiling softly. "Is there any chance you could find more of your nights ending like this Detective?" Greg grinned and leaned up, pressing another kiss to Mycroft's lips.

"I think I can manage that Mr. Holmes."

But there's nothing to be afraid of

Even when the night changes

It will never change me and you