Chapter 1

'Lestrade, must you drive so slowly!? It's a 60 zone and you're barley going 30!'

John sighed pinching the bridge of his nose.

'Sherlock, it was very kind of Greg to drive us all the way to Cornwall, ease off a bit!'

EASE OFF?! It's a 5 hour journey John! At this rate we'll arrive there at at least midnight!'

'We'll get there when we get there Sherlock! Would you rather drive? EH?! Lestrade exclaimed, gripping the wheel, knuckles already white.

'Well actually-'I began until I was interrupted by what seem to be a sleep deprived, caffeine fuelled Molly Hooper.

'Sherlock, Greg, John! Please just stop arguing!' She practically screamed, removing her earphone in one swift movement and slamming her book down fiercely upon the leather seats, the noise echoing in the car amongst the new found silence.

And after that everyone including myself decided to just leave it and shut up. Feisty Molly was new and just a little bit frightening to be perfectly honest. It was going to be a long (Thanks to Lestrade's poor driving) journey indeed, with John giving Lestrade directions in the front seat and myself in the back with 'not so timid and sweet Molly Hooper.' Oh Joy.'

Whoever invented summer holidays was sure to end up in hell one day. I never intended to go at all, though John had insisted thoroughly by telling me that I would have quote 'the whole weekend to piss Donovan and Anderson off senseless.' And let's face it how could anyone resist that? Even then it was sure to be a disaster. This year we were to go to Cornwall for what John called a 'weekend break with no cases or distractions.' Sounded to me like hell on earth. And ironically it already was with Molly beside me almost fuming. Who'd have thought it?

After 5 hours of arguing, music blasting from Molly's earphones, dodgy coffees from service stations and pure evil we finally reached our destination. After parking and fighting through crowds and crowds of irritating holiday makers we found the cottage where we were to stay for the weekend.

It consisted of one living room, a small kitchen and 3 bedrooms all en suite, one for Molly and one for me leaving John forced to share with Lestrade. After all there was no way in hell I would be sharing with anyone whatsoever, for my privacy is paramount and not to be invaded by anyone.

Each room had its own magnificent view of the beach, Porthmeor, with the sees a deep blue green, and an endless horizon leading onto nothing more than the Atlantic Ocean. I couldn't help but be reminded of my childhood days, pretending to be a pirate sailing the seven seas, almost wishing that my parents had taken me here as a child; had they been loving and caring in the first place which they were most certainly not.

Before I knew it my wistful nostalgia had was interrupted by a light rapping on the other side of the door. Upon opening I was greeted by a much more cheerful Molly Hooper, clad in a flowery summer dress and pumps. (Whatever happened to feisty 'look at me and I'll kill you Molly Hooper from the car?)

'Hey look I'm really, really sorry about my performance in the car before, I just hate my friends at each other's throats I guess.'

'Friends? I don't believe I have any friends… Anyway, what was so important for you to interrupt me? I was in my Mindpalace….'

'Sherlock, of course you have friends. There's John and I, Mrs –'

'Molly? Point of conversation please? You're wasting my time.'

'Oh yes- well ermm John and Greg have set up a barbecue on the beach with some drinks for dinner, Sally and Anderson will be turning up soon and we thought you might be hungry? I'm sorry If you were busy I-'

'Yes well I'll come down when I'm ready and changed. Goodbye.' I said slamming the door, with a muffled gasp from the other side. I had never liked people invading my personal space, even John. She meant well but boy was she annoying, for a Doctor she had awful confidence for one.

I carefully unpacked my suitcase into a pale Beachwood wardrobe opposite my bed, changing into a loose pink check shirt and a pair of brown cargo shorts. John had insisted that my designer shirts and trousers wouldn't be a good match with the salt water and sand, which was a shame because now I was incredibly uncomfortable, it was all a little TOO laid back for my liking.

I had never been to a barbecue before, but it was safe to say that it would be one of my worst experiences yet. Alcohol and fire were a bad mixture for starters, but myself and Anderson, that was another story. At least the sea was close at hand should I need to 'get rid' of the forensic scientist.

Hey guys! To be honest I'm not sure how this story will go nor how long it'll be. As you know I'm still writing Molly In Mind as well as getting on with school work so chances are it'll take a while! Anyways… if you all enjoy it and leave some reviews I MIGHT carry on! I can't wait to try and take a new, fresher look at Sherlock and Molly's characters and hopefully come up with a unique plot for you all in my second fanfic! (Exciting stuff indeed!) Thank you x