First of all thank you all SO MUCH for the ongoing love for " The Consulting Detective and his Pathologist" - and do not worry I'm not done with that fic! I'll always update it, and already have a few ideas for the next chapters. I'm only posting this one as a separate fic because I couldn't possible fit a week at the beach into a one- or two-shot ;)

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Disclaimer: Nothing's mine, if it was this would actually happen.

"I can't believe we're really here! It's so generous of Sherlock to invite us," Molly beamed, adjusting her wide rimmed sun hat to get a better look at the beach resort in front of her. A week in the Bahamas, fully paid for. It really didn't get much better than that.

"Lets just hope he didn't fly us out here because he needs help with a case, this island is definitely out of my jurisdiction," Greg commented.

"He said the case was done, is it so hard to believe that he just wants to spend a few days at the beach with us?" John defended his friend.

"Yes," Molly and Greg replied in unison.

"Oh come on, don't pretend you three wouldn't enjoy finding a dead a dead body on the beach," Mary, carrying the Watson's five month old daughter, teased them.

"This is a holiday, and I plan on spending every second of it relaxing with my wife and daughter, not chasing criminals with Sherlock."

"Can you even imagine Sherlock at the beach?" Greg joked. "Bored, overdressed, and burnt to a crisp."

The others laughed, except for Molly, whose eyes were glued on the figure that was approaching them. "You're gonna be surprised," she said a smile curving her lips.

"You made it!" Sherlock removed his sunglasses, making sure to check on baby Lily before acknowledging anyone else.

"How was the flight?"

"Long, but she slept almost the entire time," Mary replied. While everyone else was eyeing the Detective. Dressed in light grey chinos that were rolled up to his ankles, a thin navy v-neck tee that showed of his tan , and a pair of brown boat shoes, he was almost unrecognisable.

"That's my girl," he said with a proud smile.

"Actually that's my girl, and hello to you too," John interrupted.

"I am of course glad to see all of you, you are going to love the house, it has it's own private pool."

"House? I thought we were staying at the resort," Greg asked.

"We are, but in one of the bungalows. Just follow me, the staff will take care of your luggage."

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"You are officially my favourite travel agent," Greg said, taking a seat on the comfy couch.

"For once we have to thank my brother for this," Sherlock explained. "The owner of the resort owed him a favour, but Mycroft hates the beach, and when my case took me here, I asked if he would extend the favour to Mycroft's family and friends. So John, Mary you can have the master bedroom, I had them put up a crib for Lily. Lestrade you'll take the smaller one over there, and Molly you can share with me."

"What?" The pathologist asked, a shocked expression on her face.

"Separate beds of course, I'd share with Lestrade but he snores."

"Do not," Greg defended himself. "And how do you even..."

"It's ok, I don't mind," Molly cut in, blushing a little as Sherlock smiled in approval.

"Good. I'm sure you all want to rest, dinner will be served at eight. I'll be outside if you need me," with that the Detective left the room.

"Am I the only one who thinks we should tip him?" Greg joked.

"Mary, can you take care of Lily? I want to have a word with Sherlock, or whoever that was..."

"Remember we're his guests," Mary reminded him before she took Lily into the bedroom, while Molly and Greg went to have a look at their own rooms.

"So," John began as he stepped outside to talk to Sherlock, who was currently fixing himself a drink in the small outdoor kitchen. "You're sharing a room with Molly?"

"The bungalow only has three bedrooms, sharing's an inevitable consequence."

"We could have gotten rooms in the main building," John countered.

"We could have, but this is quieter, much more intimate."

"Intimate? Sherlock, what is going on?"

"Nothing, I just want her to enjoy..."

"Her?" John inquired.

"I meant you. I must have gotten too much sun."

"You said her."

"Fine, I meant Molly. I invited her because it's time."

"Time?" John gave him a confused look.

"I've had a lot of time to think, and I want to give this relationship thing a try. With Molly."

"You want to...Can I have one of those?" John gestured at Sherlock's glass.

"Of course," Sherlock filled another glass, and handed it to his friend.

"Thanks," John took a sip from the drink. "So flying Molly out here is your idea of asking her on a date? What happened to simply grabbing a coffee together?"

"That´s a good idea, I should get her some. She's probably tired from the flight."

"Not the point..." John sighed and ran a hand trough his hair. "If you want to be alone with Molly then what are we doing here?"

"I considered inviting only her, but with everything that happened I was afraid that she'd decline. Having you here takes off the pressure."

"You're really serious about this?"

"I flew her to the Bahamas," Sherlock replied matter of factly.

"Just don´t mess this up. She's the only pathologist who has never thrown you out of the morgue."

So, looks like Sherlock has a plan. This fic will probably have about 4 chapters – and I will update it really soon (the next chapter is already half done)

Reviews make my day :) Love, Laura