So, who fancies some cracky, fluffy summertime fun! Well good news this is the place to be. I'll be honest I wrote this a while back but I've been waiting for the sunshine before posting. The holidays and the sun are finally here so the time is right. I'll post regular updates over the next few weeks. Enjoy!

Thanks to lilsherlockian1975 for all her help and ideas when writing this one. I love you Lil xxx.

Chapter 1

Molly glanced at the clock for the tenth time that day and smiled to herself. It was almost time and she couldn't wait. Her bags were all packed and waiting and she just needed to take a quick shower and change and she'd be ready to go.

It had been a bit of a surprise when Lestrade had announced that he was remarrying and not to his previous wife for once. His new fiancée was a civilian member of staff working for the police and apparently they'd met through work and really hit it off, six months of dating, a short engagement and the wedding was in just over a week's time.

That meant that this weekend was Greg's stag do and he had broken with tradition by inviting both sexes to the event.

In little more than an hour a mini-bus would be collecting them all and taking them down to Brighton for the weekend. Molly had booked a half day off work and was even now finishing off her final autopsy, hurriedly sewing the corpse back together so she could clock off.

Mike walked in to see how she was getting on, 'excited for this weekend then Molly?'

'Yes, I really am. I haven't been out of London since Christmas. It's going to be so nice being at the seaside and the weather looks perfect.'

He leant against one of the tables and folded his arms as he watched her finishing up and putting her tools in the cleaner.

'I still can't believe Sherlock's going with you.'

She glanced at him over her shoulder, 'no, me neither. I think it took some serious persuading on John's part. He was desperate for a case to get in the way but as of this morning they were still free to come along.'

'So who else is going? I know about you, Sherlock and John. I'm assuming Donovan and Anderson. Are they an item again or not? I never seem to be able to keep up.'

'Apparently they are together. Mary's going, two of Greg's colleagues Toby Gregson and Stan Hopkins. I know Gregson a little but Hopkins is in fraud so no need for autopsies, not so many fraudulent corpses knocking around in London.' She laughed a little at her joke. 'Oh, and Lestrade's cousin, they're quite close apparently, more like brothers. He's his best man. So, yes. That's it.'

As she said that she stripped off her gloves and threw them in the bin. 'Well, I think I'm done. There was nothing suspicious here, straight forward case so I'll write it up on Monday if that's OK?'

'Yes, that's fine. Go...enjoy yourself. But I want to see pictures otherwise I'll never believe Sherlock was even there let alone actually enjoyed himself.'

An hour later and Molly was stood outside the main entrance of Barts, with her bags, looking up and down the street for signs of her ride. Greg said he had hired transport complete with a driver to take them down and last time she'd seen him there had been the promise of booze on the way to get them all in a party mood.

Just then she saw it, a blue, ten-seater minibus pulling around the corner before drawing up in front of her.

Greg slid the door open and climbed out, 'here she is, last one on board.'

He quickly kissed her on both cheeks before picking up her main bag and taking it around to the boot which the driver had already opened. It was almost full but they managed to squeeze her stuff in.

'Right, let's get you on board.' They walked back to the door and Molly ducked her head as she climbed in, hearing multiple greetings from the other travellers. 'I'm afraid being the last to be picked up means you drew the short straw and get to sit next to Sherlock. As you can see he's in a buoyant mood.'

Molly glanced at Sherlock who was glowering as he looked out of the window, 'yes, very funny Graham.' He said without even looking at Molly who perched herself next to him on the multi-coloured velour seat.

Once she was sat down Greg pulled the door shut and sat himself next to a guy who Molly presumed was his cousin, he certainly bore a striking resemblance to Greg although he was maybe a couple of years younger with darker hair.

She turned around in her seat briefly to say hi to some of the others and Mary leant forward with a huge grin on her face. 'I am so grateful to Mrs Hudson for agreeing to look after Lizzie for a couple of days. It's my first weekend off since I had her. Drink?'

She fished out a plastic cup and held up a bottle of wine. Molly smiled back, 'why not.'

She held the glass whilst Mary poured and then they clinked cups and took a sip.

Molly swivelled back in her seat and looked in Sherlock's direction letting out a quiet 'oh' as she finally took in what he was wearing.

He turned his head in her direction and frowned, narrowing his eyes, 'what?'

'Err...nothing. Are you not drinking?'

'Not yet, I prefer to drink out of real glasses,' Molly couldn't help but roll her eyes but he carried on, 'but don't try and distract me. What were you getting all shocked about?' He glanced down at himself. He had on a pristine white shirt and a pair of blue jeans, 'ah, the jeans. John's idea. He seemed to think it would be more appropriate somehow though I can't see what difference it makes what I wear.'

Molly smiled and took another drink of her wine, enjoying being able to wind down. 'I'm pretty impressed he managed to get you to come along this weekend. How did he do it?'

'First he swore he'd hide my ash collection, secondly he threatened to reveal, on his blog, what really happened on the Geek Interpreter case and third he reminded me that there would be a baby in Baker St for the weekend and that he would give Mrs Hudson permission to go out and leave me in charge.'

Molly chuckled at John's deviousness. 'So what did really happen on the Geek Interpreter case?'

Finally, he cracked a smile as he glanced at her. 'Now Molly, if I told you that I'd have to kill you. That's one secret I really don't want revealing.'

Molly vowed to ask John as soon as she was able to.

They spent most of the rest of the journey talking about a couple of autopsies that Sherlock had been particularly interested in and carried on even when Anderson and Donovan told them off for being boring and talking shop.

Molly refilled her glass a couple of times and was surprised when Sherlock plucked it from her hand once or twice and took a sip himself.

As they started to get closer to Brighton the others started to sing 'we're all going on a summer holiday' and Molly laughed at Sherlock's expression as she started to join in. He shook his head in despair at them all but by the end he had a resigned smile on his face.

'Dear God, is this what the whole weekend is going to be like? Maybe I should have stayed home with the baby.'

Lestrade looked around. 'Oh don't worry Sherlock. It's going to get so much worse. We've got all sorts planned. Plenty of drinking, dressing up, a scavenger hunt and maybe even some rides on the fun fair, what's not to enjoy!'

'Hmm, what indeed?' With that he took Molly's glass once more and drained the contents. 'I think I'm going to need alcohol Molly and lots of it.'

Finally they arrived at their destination which was a small bed and breakfast within sight of the beach and pier. Greg explained that they had taken over the whole place so they could be as raucous as they wanted without disturbing other guests.

They grabbed their bags and made their way in where they were greeted by an older guy, obviously gay and very warm and welcoming. 'Come in, come in. My, my so many delicious men, you girls look like you're spoilt for choice.'

Molly, Mary and Sally glanced at each other but gave an obligatory laugh.

'OK whose sharing with who? We have just enough bedrooms for you all.'

Greg stepped forward and signed the register. 'I'm sharing with my cousin, John and Mary are together, Toby and Stan are in a twin, Sally and Anderson, a double?' He glanced round at them with an eyebrow raised.

'Yes, a double. We are still together, it's only been two hours since we set off so no change in our relationship since then,' said Anderson sarcastically.

'Just checking.'

The owner gave out keys as Greg spoke and Sally, Anderson, Toby and Stan made their way upstairs.

'Then finally two singles for Sherlock and Molly.'

The old man frowned, 'oh.'

They all glanced at him, sensing a problem.

'Sorry, I didn't realise you'd be wanting any singles, we don't actually have any. There's only the one double left. I assumed everyone was in pairs when you made the booking.'

Greg looked around at Sherlock and Molly with concern written all over his face. Molly suddenly felt a little ill with nerves at the thought of sharing with Sherlock but what could she say.

Sherlock was the first to speak. 'Simple. I'll share with John and Molly with Mary.'

This had Mary shaking her head. 'Oh no. I'm really sorry but this is our first weekend away without the baby. I'm intending to make the most of my time with my husband. Sorry Molly. Maybe Sally and Anderson will...'

'No!' Everyone looked at Sherlock, shocked by the angry tone of his voice. 'I am NOT sharing with Anderson. The man is an idiot. Listen it's only two nights, Molly and I are adults so I'm sure we'll be fine. Molly, get the key.' With that he picked up both his bag and hers and made his way to the stairs.

'All right then, well let's get settled in and freshened up and we can meet in the bar in an hour. I'll let the others know.' Greg jerked his thumb towards the door opposite reception which doubled up as the breakfast room and small drinking lounge.

Molly followed Sherlock nervously up the stairs although the sight of his gorgeous backside in fitted, blue jeans was a very welcome distraction. On all the occasions that she had been thinking about this weekend she had at no point anticipated sleeping with Sherlock. She tried to remember which night shirt she had packed and groaned as she remembered it was a short, silky number...maybe he'd have something she could borrow...but then the thought of wearing his clothes had her biting her lip. Either way, this was not going to go well.

The scene is set and the players are in place. Are we all set for a fun weekend with the Scooby Gang? It couldn't possibly all end in Sherlolly now could it?