Thanks SO much for the lovely reviews! Here's chapter 3:

"I've never seen him like this," John whispered to his wife. The couple was standing by the french doors that lead to the patio, where Sherlock was currently supervising the preparation of their dinner.

"Molly's a wreck, too. I talked to her earlier, and…"

"Don't tell me you told her."

"Of course I did, someone had to. The poor thing thought she was the subject of his newest experiment."

"That's what I said," John couldn't help but smile. "So, what did she say?"

"She was surprised and she's terrified."

"He has that effect on people."

"Yes, but it's nothing a nice dinner and a few drinks won't fix," Mary patted her husband on the shoulder and went to join Sherlock.

"That looks amazing," she said, her eyes wandering over the mountain of seafood on the table.

"I made sure they only brought best of everything."

"Don't worry, Molly is going to love it," Mary winked at the Detective.

"Why would I worry about that?" Sherlock responded with a defensive look, but that look disappeared as soon as Molly appeared.

"Molly, you look great."

"Thank you," she smoothed down the skirt of her navy dress. "We're having Lobster, then?"

"Yes, and I had them grill a piece of red snapper just for you," Sherlock replied with a smile.

"You remembered."

"Of course, you eat nothing that has its head still attached to it. An odd preference, considering the gruesome nature of your occupation. And a shame because this is the best lobster in the Bahamas."

"The snapper is just fine, thank you," she replied with a smile, before the group settled into dinner.

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"Are you sure you don't want help in there?" Sherlock asked through the closed bathroom door. Tired from the long flight, everyone had retired to their beds soon after dinner – everyone except Molly, whose stomach refused to let her sleep…

"No, don't come in. I'm ok," she replied, but the sounds that followed her answer were proof that she wasn't.

"You're clearly not, I'm going to get John…"

"No, don't wake him up," Molly replied sounding more miserable by the second. "I'll be fine."

"I'll get you some water, stay…" he started, but trailed off as he realized that she wasn't listening anyway.

"You're up," Sherlock stated as he found John in the kitchen nook.

"I just put Lily back to sleep, what's your excuse?"

"Molly," the detective growled.

"Did anything happen," John asked concerned about his friends tone.

"No, and there won't because even if she ever leaves that bathroom, I doubt that she'll be in the condition to do anything – not that I would want to… I'm going to kill that chef…"

"Molly's sick? Why didn't you wake me?"

"She told me not to, but since you're up anyway, you might as well check on her."

"Get her some water," John ordered, and made his way towards Sherlock's and Molly's bedroom, where he found the pathologist curled up on her bed.

"Sherlock tells me you're not feeling well?"

"I told him not to wake you."

"I was up anyway. So how are you feeling?" The doctor sat down on the edge of the bed, as Sherlock entered the room.

"Awful."

"It was the damn fish, it's worse than Lestrade…" Sherlock mumbled, putting the water down on Molly's bedside table.

"What?" Molly groaned.

"Nothing," John replied, giving Sherlock a scolding look before he checked Molly's temperature.

"You're clammy, but I don't think you have a fever. You should be fine in the morning."

"I know," Molly replied.

"Are you sure John?" Sherlock asked.

"Yes. Make sure she gets plenty of fluids and call me if there are any more relapses of, well you know…"

"Will do," Sherlock nodded, and John quietly left the room.

"I'm so sorry," Molly whined.

"Why are you sorry?"

"I know this is not how you wanted to spend tonight."

"Molly…"

"No, you were so great today, and I ruined it…"

"The snapper ruined it, and your aversion to lobster played a part, too," Sherlock tried to cheer her up.

"You and your stupid memory, I would have eaten the lobster, I'm not a child. How did you even remember that? I mentioned it once…"

"Earlier you seemed rather smitten with me for remembering."

"That was before you served me the poisoned alternative..."

"You need fluids," Sherlock said, brushing her hair back, before he helped her to sit up.

"Thank you," she took a sip from the water.

"I really am sorry though, I wish tonight would have ended differently."

"So do I," he pulled her sheets up around her, and settled back against the headrest of her bed.

"You don't have to stay with me."

"I poisoned you, it's the least I can do," he reasoned, and Molly didn't object.

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Molly woke up to the sound of crashing waves, and Sherlock's even breathing. He had his arms tightly wrapped around her, and her head was resting on his chest – his bare chest. Had he been wearing a shirt last night? She didn't remember.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, as he felt her stir.

"Like I spent half of the night on the bathroom floor," she replied. "I must look awful."

"I could lie to you, but that would insult your intelligence."

"I need a shower," she groaned.

"Are you sure you're up for that?"

"What are you going to do if I say no, shower with me?" She replied, immediately wishing she could take it back.

"If that is what you want…" his response sounded more like a question.

"I…" Molly had no idea what to respond to that. He couldn't be serious, could he? "I think we…" she was interrupted when someone knocked on the door.

"What?" Sherlock rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Hey," John peaked into to room, "I heard voices, and just wanted to check on the patient. But I see you're doing better."

"I am, thank you. I just really need a shower," Molly took John's interruption as an opportunity to get away from Sherlock before things could get even more awkward than they already were.

"I stayed with her incase she needed something," Sherlock explained as soon as he was alone with John.

"I didn't say anything."

"You were thinking it," Sherlock got up and opened the curtains to let the morning sun in. "Oh by the way, you and Mary are going to spend the day on a yacht."

"Come again?"

"A romantic cruise around the island, I booked it for Molly and myself but I don't think it's a good idea to take her on a boat today. So it's all yours. We'll babysit Lily."

"Are you serious?"

"Would you prefer if I ask Lestrade if he wants to join your wife?"

John hesitated a moment, but this offer was simply to good to turn down, and even though Sherlock wasn't the most experienced babysitter, John knew that he'd never let anything happen to Lily. "Where's the boat, and when do we have to be on it?"

Woo! So the first night didn't go as planed, but the babysitting under palm trees should make up for it ;) Love laura