Sorry for how long this took to get out! I've been super busy with finals and projects! Enjoy, and leave a review!

Wednesday came and went, and before I knew it, Thursday was upon us. James was settling in as well as expected to his new apartment, and was almost done with testing. Q had started working on some special projects M wanted commissioned for him. I was sitting at my desk twiddling tapping my pencil against the edge of the desk waiting for it to be an acceptable time to leave so I could go home and get ready. The clock hit 5, and I immediately jumped up and grabbed my coat.

I walked over to Q's desk as I wrapped my scarf around my neck. I grabbed a pad of paper and scribbled a note telling him I was heading out for the day and that I'd see him tonight. I smiled to myself as I laid it down on his desk before heading out the door.

I was walking towards the exit when I saw Eve and Bill whispering to each other while it appeared M and Mallory were having a meeting. Not having time to stop and chat I waved goodbye until I noticed how secretive they looked.

"Alright, you two. What do you know?" I questioned them.

Eve and Tanner shared a look quickly, and then Eve spoke up. "Nothing, just gossiping about M and Mallory."

I raised an eyebrow skeptically. "You're a rotten liar. Anyway I've got to run, but don't just stand there, it looks suspicious. I'll see you tomorrow."

I started walking away when Eve called out coyly. "Have fun tonight, Jane."

My face flushed slightly and my stomach erupted in butterflies at the thought. Luckily it was windy when I left MI6, so any flush in my cheeks could be attributed to the chill.

7:30 rolled around, and there was a knock at the door. My heart was racing slightly, and I grinned when I opened it to reveal Q who was standing there with a nervous smile and fidgeting with his blue pullover.

"Jane, you look lovely."

"Thanks, Q. You don't look too bad yourself." I winked at him and I swore he turned red. "Ready?"

"If you are."

I grabbed my coat and threw my bag over my shoulder. "Let's go."

I turned on a light for Jack before locking the door behind me. "So, where are we going," I asked as we walked down the stairs.

"Well, I've seen something from your past, so I thought I'd show you something from mine."

"Oh? I'm intrigued. Afterall, I don't even know your first name."

He laughed, "All in due time. But first, dinner."

The wind whipped around us blowing my hair haphazardly. "Dinner sounds wonderful; I'm starving."

"We're not too far off. I hope you like Chinese."

"I love Chinese."

He seemed to sigh a little and I smiled slightly to myself. We walked in comfortable silence for a few minutes just enjoying the lamplight shining on the pavement and the swirl of leaves on the sidewalk. I was caught in my thoughts when I suddenly felt Q grab my hand. I looked up at him and he caught my eye briefly before looking away.

"Is this okay?" he asked.

I intertwined our fingers and smiled. "It's perfect."

An hour and a half later we walked out of the Chinese restaurant.

I stretched and let out a groan. "Oh heavens, I've never felt more stuffed in my life."

Q laughed. "I'm glad you liked it."

"Liked it? Oh gosh, that's the best Chinese I've ever had outside of China."

He smiled and grabbed my hand. "Good."

"Okay, Mr. Quartermaster, where are we going?"

"We, my dear, are going somewhere that I have spent many, many hours."

"I'm excited."

"You should be."

We had been walking for just a short while before I realized we were near his flat. "You're not taking me back to your place are you?" I teased him, but the thought made butterflies erupt inside me.

"No, no. Not on a first date at least. We're just half a block away now."

I looked up as we approached a shop with a sign overtop that read "Boothroyd Books" in bold, black print.

"Your uncle owns a bookshop?" How entirely lovely.

"It was my first job." He pushed the door open and the bell attached dinged. "Uncle William?" Q called out.

A tall, heavyset man with a head of thick gray hair came wandering out from the shelves.

"Geoffrey! Weren't expecting to see you here today!" He spoke in a gruff tone of voice as he embraced Q, clapping him on the back. He looked at me. "Who's this?"

Q put his hand on my back. "This is Jane. We work together, and I wanted to show her around."

William smiled broadly and turned back towards the store. "Maggie, Geoff's brought a girl!"

Q groaned. "Oh now you've done it." He bent down to whisper in my ear. "Careful, she might talk your ear off."

A short, plump woman with curly blonde hair came up and gave Q a tight hug. "Geoffrey, it's so good to see you. You should come around more often."

"I know I should. Once things calm down more at work I'll come in more." Q gestured to me. "Aunt Maggie, this is Jane."

She turned to me and immediately hugged me. "It's wonderful to meet you dear." She pulled back and looked at Q. "Now, I know you think I talk too much, so I won't keep you." She started walking away. "Come on Will, leave them alone."

Q started leading me through the rows of books. "I used to spend all my time here. It's where I became interested in coding and building things, actually." We started up the stairs to the second floor of books. "We keep the rarer finds up here with the classic novels and used books. I've got a little nook up here."

"Q, this is really fantastic."

"I certainly think so." We approached a corner of the shop with a brown leather couch, a coffee table with rings that I assumed were from Q and his tea, and a small shelf.

I sat down on the couch and looked up at Q. "So, Geoffrey, huh?"

He rolled his eyes and sat down next to me, a ratty book in his hand. "Oh, shut up."

I nudged his shoulder with mine and he smiled at me. "What's this?"

"This is the book that changed my life. It's the first time I was ever introduced to programming."

"A book on computer programing changed your life?"

"Yes, it taught me all the basics and got me started." He looked at me. "Have you ever had a book change your life?"

I thought for a moment. "Yes, but it wasn't exactly a book; it was an atlas." Q turned his body to face me and I leaned more towards him. "My grandfather owned this old, old atlas that I found in his attic once when my family went to Scotland on a visit. He let me take it home with me, and I used to sit for hours looking at places on the map and then researching them to try to learn all I could about that place. My bookshelf at home has all sorts of road atlases and world atlases."

"I'd like to see that sometime."

"I'd like to show you sometime."

For the next hour we wandered the shelves. Q told me different stories about customers that had come in and how the shop was the perfect place for him to escape the world when he felt rejected by his peers at school.

Before I knew it we had left the shop and were walking into my building. We stopped outside my door and I turned to face him. He reached up to tuck my hair behind my ears.

"I had a really wonderful time tonight." I told him.

"As did I."

He pulled me forward and pressed a kiss into my hair, and I wrapped my arms around him, breathing in his scent.

"You're enchanting, my dear," he whispered, and my grip around him tightened. I pulled back and kissed him on the cheek.

"I'll see you in the morning."

He nodded and I walked inside. Once I had shut the door behind me I leaned up against it and threw my head back with a smile on my face.

Oh, what a night.