Hello! Once again I have fulfilled a prompt! Thank you, Sherlolly for giving the prompt about Sherlock surprising Molly with a picnic. I adored writing this one!

Once again…I do not own Sherlock or Molly or anything pertaining to BBC's Sherlock. If I did, you better believe Sherlolly would be a thing.

Everything had been planned perfectly. Sherlock had gotten Molly's favorite takeaway, her favorite red wine, and her favorite dessert. He had spent hours researching the best location and the day the weather would be right for their outing. Mrs. Hudson packed everything in her basket for Sherlock as he grabbed a quilt from her closet. Wearing just his jeans and the purple button down shirt—or the purple shirt of sex he once overheard Molly calling it—Sherlock grabbed the items caught a cab to Bart's. Molly had taken the morning shift and would be off in thirty minutes. He wanted everything to be perfect for this.

Molly was finishing up her last autopsy when Sherlock burst through her doors. She smiled as he approached her, his hands hiding behind his back.

"Oh hello, Sherlock!" she said, going back to the final stitches. Sherlock said nothing as he walked to the other side of the body. He looked over the deceased to find nothing of interest. "78, died of natural causes." Molly said, knowing exactly what he was looking for.

"Pity. But could be useful for one of my experiments," He stood back up. "But that is going to have to wait. I do believe that your shift is now over and you have exactly 15 minutes to get cleaned up and meet me out front." Molly arched an eyebrow at his command.

"And why pray tell should I?" She said cheekily. Sherlock walked over, his hands still hiding the basket behind his back. Leaning towards her, his lips brushed against her ear.

"Then you won't get the surprise," he said softly in her ear. Molly was so flustered that she did not register he had gone until the doors closed loudly behind him. She smirked at his tactics. 'Smug charming bastard,' she thought as she dashed for her change of clothes and headed for the showers. Molly took the quickest shower of her life and still managed to be two minutes late. Sherlock was texting on his phone when she finally made her way outside.

"You're two minutes late" He said without looking up. Molly rolled her eyes.

"Just because it takes you 15 minutes to get ready doesn't mean that it takes me the same amount of time." Molly said

Sherlock finished the text to Lestrade and looked up at her. She had quickly changed into her jeans, cami and her favorite cherry cardigan. 'My Molly,' Sherlock smiled at the thought.

"Shall we?" he hailed a cabbie as they headed for their destination.

This was far more than Molly had ever expected. Not only had Sherlock planned a picnic—who knew that Sherlock actually did picnics?!—but that he was trying to be very sweet. They had a wonderful time just enjoying each other's company. The meadow Sherlock found had a multitude of wild flowers. He would pick one for her, telling her the latin name and the history of each flower. They found a bee hive that Molly had to keep Sherlock away from. 'Always so curious. Maybe I'll get him a bee hive for Christmas,' Molly thought at Sherlock's pout. Now, they were simply laying on the blanket watching the clouds gently roll by. Molly could not have asked for a better day.

"This is absolutely lovely, Sherlock. Thank you for planning this." She said, snuggling closer to him. He wrapped his arms around her tighter.

"I'm glad you are enjoying this, Molly." He placed his chin softly on top of her head. Now was the right time.

"Molly?" he asked.

"Yes?"

"I was wondering if you would let me experiment on Toby now."