A/N:

What can I say? I'm bad at posting things on time. I'm writing day 11 because I don't want to post at 11:59pm again. Should be done in a few hours. My apologies.
I was gonna write more for this because I thought, 'I want to get about 30,000 words by the end of this and I'm far behind.' and I've been to Berlin twice now, so I thought I could get a lot of words. But then I thought 'fuck it. I'm posting now.'
Enjoy x

The few times that Molly Hooper had been to Germany was during her university days where she and a few friends would go to Munich and get wasted at the end of September. Oktoberfest was possibly the best thing to ever happen to Europe- nay, the world. Well, that's what she thought as a 21 year old. She only knew how to order a beer and some food, but that was enough to get her and her friends by.

She hadn't been back for many years, and knew that If she did go back, she wouldn't go in September and to Munich. Molly was interested in going back. She had seen a documentary recently about Berlin and the attractions there. Of course, she had been very interested in going to Berlin and going to the Ritter Sport shop. It looked so delicious!

Molly woke up at the usual time, seven thirty, and, as usual, jumped out of bed when she looked over at her alarm clock. From the bed, it looked as though it was one and ergo, she would have been very late for work.

As she was pulling on her shirt and walking out of the bedroom, she realised that it was Friday and she had that day off. She sighed and took her shirt off as she walked back to bed. Her life isn't as easy as that, though. Once she was comfortable and starting to doze off again, the doorbell rang.

She considered leaving the person alone and going back to sleep, but they rang the doorbell yet again. With a sigh, she got up and made her way to the door.

Molly opened it to see a man standing there in jeans and a thick jumper. He smiled at her and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Morning, Molly," the man said before planning a kiss on her cheek. He walked in and she closed the door. "Sorry to wake you, but we've only got a short time to get ready."

"I- uh, Sherlock? What are you doing here?"

Sherlock smiled at her before toeing off his shoes. "I've just finished a case and I thought, 'hey, you know who'd like to come here? Molly Hooper.' So here I am," he said.

"But it's, like, seven thirty," she replied, rubbing her eyes.

"I'm well aware," he said. "I've got two plane tickets and we've got to get to the airport in an hour's time. I'd suggest you get changed now."

She frowned at him. "I think I've got work?"

"Nope. No work today or this weekend, which is convenient because I wanted to spend some time with my girlfriend."

Molly sighed and asked, "Where are we off to?"

"Guess," Sherlock beamed.

With a groan, Molly started to rattle off places they hadn't been before.

While Molly had a shower, Sherlock made breakfast and had his own. She kissed his cheek and sat at the table. He disappeared to her room to back some clothes for her while she ate. He had assured her they'd only be a few days and would only take Carry-on luggage. Fifty five minutes later, the duo was sitting in the airport waiting to board their flight.

Once they were out of the airport and on their way to the hotel, Sherlock took Molly's hand and laced their fingers together. When they arrived, Molly had just put down her bag when Sherlock pulled her out of the hotel and onto the streets of Berlin.

"Where are we going?" Molly asked tugging on Sherlock's hand as he tried to race through the crowd.

He paused and waited for her to catch her breath again. He wrapped an arm around her waist and slowed down. "Bits and pieces this weekend. Museums, if you're interested, touristy things, shopping, and everything in between."

"Alright," she said, resting her head against his shoulder, "but what first?"

Sherlock nodded. "I think we should get something to eat. I don't know about you, but I'm craving ice-cream."

"That sounds like a delicious idea," Molly replied, wrapping her arm around his waist.

Molly and Sherlock sat in a café, looking through the menu.

"I'd recommend the spaghetti, especially if you haven't had it before," Sherlock said as he flipped through the pages.

Frowning, Molly looked up at her boyfriend. "Spaghetti ice-cream?"

Molly's eyes widened as she ate the ice-cream. "Oh my God, this is the best thing I've ever eaten."

"Mmm, there's nothing quite like good ice-cream. Ten out of ten."