Sherlock was awoken by a shrill noise. It took him a moment to become aware of where he was. He stopped the alarm with a thump to his phone, and wandered into the bathroom to shower ready for the day ahead.

Once clean and dry, he checked his phone for the weather forecast - a clear sunny day, but chilly. He chose clothes he knew would give him warmth, but also sit well underneath leathers. Riding a motorbike could be seriously cold. He plumped for dressing down in skinny jeans, a close fitting shirt and a thin jumper.

He walked into the kitchen cleaning his glasses, to find a slice of toast and a cup of tea waiting for him. Mrs Hudson was sitting on the sofa in the living room. Sherlock smiled as he saw her. She was like a mother excitedly waiting to send her boy off on an adventure. No, she definitely wasn't his land lady. She was so very much more.

"I had to come and make sure you had had some breakfast and were wrapped up warm enough. Now, have you got the flowers I gave you to give to Molly?" She stood up and walked over to him, straightening his jacket and making sure he looked respectable.

"Yes Mrs Hudson" he said, munching on his toast. "And I've charged my mobile phone, been to the toilet, washed my hands and cleaned my shoes."

"Less of your cheek young man" she said with a big smile on her face. Sherlock began to wonder who was the more nervous of the two. He'd never done this before, taking someone out for the day that was, and the rather unfamiliar feeling of butterflies in his stomach was starting to rise. Mrs Hudson was fussing around the flat, moving things but not tidying.

He finished his toast and his cup of tea. "I must be going. See you later." He picked up his bag with the leathers and helmet for Molly along with his coat, scarf and gloves for later, remembered the flowers then gave her a peck on the cheek and headed out the door and down the stairs.

"Have a wonderful day. And remember, treat her well" she shouted after him.

"Yes Mrs Hudson" he shouted as he closed the front door.

Sherlock was at Billy's at just before 8.30am, he grabbed his bike and his helmet and set off to Molly's. Billy had done a fantastic job. His bike gleamed like he'd never seen before. 'Everyone seems very excited for my day out with Molly' he thought to himself as he zoomed through the streets.

Molly obviously heard the motorbike before she saw him and a wave of excitement hit her. She was at the front door of her flat as Sherlock pulled up. She took a sharp intake of breath as she saw him. He looked amazing clad in his leathers. She had never really seen him in anything other than his Belstaff and suits before, and seeing him clad from head to foot in leathers quite took her breath away. He looked, well, hot.

Sherlock took off his helmet, adjusted his glasses, ruffled his hair and climbed off his bike. He grabbed his bag and the flowers and walked up to Molly. He handed the flowers over to her and kissed her lightly on the cheek. He didn't say anything to Molly as he watched her pupils dilate.

"Thank you Sherlock, that was very thoughtful," she said, taking the flowers and welcoming him into her flat.

He delved in his bag and handed over Mary's leathers. He picked up Molly's coat, hat, scarf and gloves and packed them into the bag while Molly slipped the leathers on. He'd also borrowed Mary's boots which fitted Molly perfectly.

"How do I look?" she asked once she was fully ready

Sherlock looked at her. She looked amazing, not that he would ever articulate that to her vocally. He picked up his bag, held out his arm and Molly took it, grinning to herself.

"So where are we going?"

"For Fish and Chips."

"I LOVE Fish and Chips! That sounds lovely. Where?"

Again Sherlock chose not to answer. He just grinned to himself as Molly locked her front door and they walked out to his bike.

Within no time, the bag was stowed in the trunk, they were helmeted up and climbing aboard. As Molly wrapped her arms around Sherlock's waist he felt a warm glow come across him. There was something reassuring about Molly being wrapped around him. He had ridden his motorbike so often in the past but his pillion was normally John who chose to ride holding the handle at the back rather than by wrapping his arms around him! She rested her head on his back and he found himself snuggle into her for a moment before he remembered where he was. He started the engine and they set off.

He found himself strangely nervous. He tried to push the feeling away. This was just him riding his motorbike as he had always done, and he was just with Molly as he had been so frequently recently. So why was he feeling nervous. The butterfly feeling was in his stomach.

Molly found herself strangely nervous. She enjoyed the feeling of butterflies in her stomach and the excitement the adventure was giving her. She loved the feeling of having her arms wrapped around Sherlock as he rode his motorbike. She felt so comfortable with him and trusted his riding. She was still amazed that someone like him had bothered to learn the skill of riding a motorbike. It seemed almost too mundane for him. She wrapped her arms more tightly around him as they rode on.

It was a cold day, so they stopped just over half way at a motorway service station at Pease Pottage for a cup of coffee to warm up. They also needed to fill the bike up with fuel too. From the fact they were on the M23, Molly had worked out they were heading south. But she didn't want to know where they were going. She wanted the surprise to last as long as possible.

The journey down to Brighton from Baker Street was around 70 miles, and took about 90 minutes. With the stop, they arrived in Brighton at just after 11.30am. Sherlock pulled up at a house just off the sea front and helped Molly off the bike.

"The seaside. Thank you Sherlock, it's amazing. I love the sea side."

"Well, it seemed the most logical place to have fish and chips"

"I've arranged with Grace that we can leave the bike here and get changed here too. She's away at the moment so I have a key to her house. It's just so we can leave our leathers here, and warm up a little before setting off." He walked up to the front door of the house, pulled out a key and let himself in.

"I didn't know you had a friend in Brighton. Who is Grace?"

"Someone I helped out once. She'd been a victim of a particularly vicious attack and I helped bring the perpetrator to justice."

Molly smiled. Of course he'd helped her out. That's what Sherlock did. And people were always so grateful that they gladly returned the favour when he asked for their assistance.

They were soon stripping out of their leathers, and Molly found herself admiring Sherlock in a way she never had before. She'd never seen him in jeans before. He was always in suits and his Belstaff. And these weren't just any jeans, they were skinny cut. She looked in awe at his long, thin legs and his rather yummy bottom. She also enjoyed the shirt he was wearing. Again slim fit. There was not an ounce of fat on his slim, lean body. It was course of habit for her to be interested in people's bodies. After all, it was her job to study them and she understood the human body and it's make up much better than most. She'd never really seen him just in a shirt before. Through the fabric she was sure she could make out muscle definition in his arms and round his waist. Sherlock worked out? He was ripped and had a six pack? Surely not. But there was definite evidence. She knew he'd had to look after himself while he was away so perhaps this was the change from that. Now that was a bonus she wasn't expecting!

She had to pull her eyes away as he turned round to face her. He smiled at Molly. She knew he could read exactly what she was thinking. Darn him and his deductions she thought as she was broken from her rather pleasant string of thought.