Chapter 2

I walked down a wooded stair to the Beach, pit black apart from a few fires, barbecues and the reflection of the white moon upon the still tranquil seas. Sites that may have been beautiful were it not for the groups of drunken teenagers and worst of all Anderson.

Sauntering over he came to me with a swaying Donovan clutched to his arm, stumbling and cackling like an evil witch, with him acting as her flying monkey or something. (Good lord he needed to stop watching films with John, especially ones as drugged up as the Wizard of Oz. The munchkins were scarier than the whole of Moriarty's network put together. Even including The Woman.)

'Hi Freak, didn't expect to see you out tonight,' she said, once more using Anderson as a human cane to stay upright. 'Murder case is it? Or are you planning a murder yourself this time?'

'Charming as always it seems Donovan. Now onto more pressing matters, for starters, Anderson, how's the wife? In fact, let's just wait a second! Could it be that the pearl necklace Sally is wearing is in fact your current wife's? I'm sure she'd love to hear an explanation, as would Donovan here. Now I must go, but you know how much I love a chat with you don't you? Must dash!' I added leaving him to deal with the ever escalating situation he'd gotten himself into. Fool.

After a short walk I reached our barbecue, situated in a clear area surrounded by rocks in a small circle, now only a few seconds away from the sea since the tide had changed, leaving a strong taste and scent of salt and seaweed in the air.

Sat there was John, Molly and Greg all with cans of beer gripped loosely in their hands laughing about something or together, most likely of no interest to him. I could either give into the social convention and sit with them or sit in the corner with a bottle of whiskey and a packet of cigarettes; of course I decided on the latter.

'Oi! Sherlock! Come and sit with us! Don't be such a stick in the mud, eh?' Shouted a somewhat inebriated Lestrade, gaining a few giggles from the other two.

'Yeah! Come on She- Sher- Sherly!' slurred John, Molly and Greg now in a heap on the floor in utter hysterics, acting like teenagers at their first eighteenth birthday. John had never been able to hold his drink.

Frankly it wasn't my scene whatsoever and neither did they deserve a reply so instead I went for another walk and found my own spot away from everyone, where I could ignore the drunken laughter from the people around.

This however didn't seem to last, as I was joined by what seemed to be a more sober Molly Hooper, who still managed to sit next to me in a fashion she'd never have attempted without alcohol.

'Sorry if we upset you before, I know you don't like people or any of the er.. Social things?' She spoke slowly, occasionally breaking off to sip from her bottle filled with a mixture of vodka and coke. Hardly a healthy mixture but then here I was with an empty bottle of whiskey and half empty packet of fags and blurry vision.

'Its fine, why would I care anyway? Now what is it that you want? I was in my mindpalace…'

'Mindpalace? Really? Anyway, excuse me! I just wanted to see if you were okay! Now, tell me what's wronggggg' she said, punctuating every word with a poke in his side, the remainder of her drink sloshing about. 'You've been sulking all dayyyy!'

'Nothing at all Molly, I just abhor mental stagnation with nothing to do or investigate. You could say I desire mental exaltation. Not that you'd understand of course.' I said, taking a long drag from my cigarette, all be it purposely just to annoy her, then blowing it into her face. (Now that was definitely the whiskey.)

'Oh I wouldn't understand eh?' She chocked, waving her hand to shake the smoke. 'I'll tell you that I have also been desiring some mental exaltation.'

'Oh really. I doubt it. Your minds like Johns, placid, barely used really.'

'Oh shush. I have a PHD, do you have one? I don't think so Mr Holmes.'

'Doctorates mean nothing to me Doctor Hooper and after all how many Consulting Detectives are there? Oh, oh yes, one.'

'Anywayyyy… I was talking about mental exal- exalta-'

'Exaltation, yes. Carry on.'

After giggling with added hiccups she recovered, patting my chest twice. 'Yes! I was thinking of something we could do! Something I've wanted to do for a veryyy long time Sherlock.'

'And what would tha-'

Before I could finish my sentence it'd seemed that Molly had managed to jump on my lap in a space of a few seconds. And now she was- Oh good lord. She was kissing me and I was kissing her back. Her mouth tasted strongly of alcohol, mixed in with the taste of cigarette smoke from myself. In a word it was new. Definitely new.

I'd never kissed anyone before and now that the alcohol had taken effect I couldn't stop myself, my mind telling me one thing and my body another. Did I even want to stop? No I didn't. Did I even know what I was doing? Nope. Did I want to have sex with Molly Hooper? Apparently yes.

Okayyyy lol! There's Chapter 2!

Now before I talk about the next chapter I must ask you all something important. Have anyone noticed another fanfic that's popped up with near identical plot and dialogue to this? If so please don't give them credit for the story as I'm being affected by what seems to be plagiarism which upsets me greatly. Please remember that I posted the idea first several weeks ago and that this story belongs to me and I have worked very hard on it.

Now on a brighter note I hope you're ready for drunk as a skunk Sherlock, Hooper's Hangover and for the first time Johns POV! Also I just want to say thank you for the lovely reviews , follows and favourites and I hope you've enjoyed this chapter as much as I have writing it! (And please leave reviews! Reviews are awesome!)

Plus it will remain rated a T as I'm slightly uncomfortable writing 'those' scenes. XD

Thank you, now I'm off to watch the Star Trek Trailer for another 20 times. Tah tah! :D