Hi, welcome to my new story. This is just going to be fluffy Sherlolly all they way. Sherlock may be a little OOC but this is a Holiday Romance so there wasn't a lot of time to develop feelings etc.

Disclaimer - I own the idea but nothing else. I'm am forever grateful to Steven Moffatt and Mark Gatiss for reinventing Sherlock and can't wait for the next batch. Hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 1

It had been almost a year since Sherlock had fallen to his 'death' outside Bart's hospital. Molly still found herself looking up at the roof each time she arrived for work.

Of course she was one of the very, very few who knew he was still alive...at least she hoped he was still alive. He'd stayed at her flat for three days following the 'fall' before one of Mycroft's cars had been sent to collect him.

He'd kissed her on the cheek as he was leaving and said that he hoped it wouldn't be too long until he could return but since then she'd heard nothing. She hoped Mycroft would tell her if anything serious happened but she wasn't sure he would and she had no way of contacting either of them herself.

She shook her head willing herself to not think of the possible negative outcomes. Instead she looked back at her computer screen at all the hotels listed before her. A holiday, that was what she needed right now and if that meant she had to go by herself to get one then so be it.

She had asked a couple of her friends whether they'd be up for joining her but between no money and no holiday days left there had been no takers. She'd initially shelved the idea, never having travelled abroad alone, but as the anniversary of 'his' death approached she'd started looking at deals on line. She just didn't want to be here when all the newspapers dug it up again, didn't want the guilt of looking into John's eyes again knowing she was lying to him.

Eventually she had plumped for a week in a four star hotel in Tunisia. She'd never travelled there before but the hotels and swimming pools looked amazing plus the weather was still hot even though it was definitely autumnal in the UK. It hadn't been a great summer and she was desperate to feel the sun on her face before winter came round.

The next week or so was a whirl of shopping for swim wear and summer dresses, she managed to snag a few bargains in the sales. She also put in a few extra hours at work wrapping up her paperwork and case load as much as possible so she didn't feel too guilty about her time off.

In the end she did call in to see John, in his new flat, before she left. He'd moved out of Baker Street soon after Sherlock's death. He just hadn't been able to face seeing all Sherlock's things scattered about the flat and could face even less packing it all up.

He'd greeted her with a kiss, his new moustache itchy against her face. He still looked gaunt and sad even as he tried to smile. Her heart clenched once more at the deception she was forced to continue.

As they drank tea together she told him about the holiday and her wanting to get away before the anniversary and he wished her well for her trip telling her he understood her reasons.

'Maybe you should consider going away yourself, even if it's just for the weekend?' She'd said.

He'd just smiled noncommittally and replied 'maybe, Molls, maybe.'

Finally she'd said her goodbyes, almost relieved to be able to leave his grief behind and then she felt guilty all over again for her lies.

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Two days later she boarded a cheap charter flight bound for Monastir International Airport, Tunisia. As the plane took off she smiled to herself, starting to feel some of the weight of the last 12 months leave her shoulders. She was going to have some fun, let her hair down and maybe even have a holiday romance. She giggled to herself, as if that was likely, she'd never indulged in one night stands so she wasn't sure she could be that care free...but never say never after all it had been a while since she'd had a boyfriend, she was up for a bit of a hassle free relationship.

In the spirit of her new adventure she even enjoyed a couple of glasses of wine on the flight out before falling asleep during the in-flight movie.

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On arrival at the airport she followed the other holiday makers to the baggage carousel quickly locating her luggage before trailing after the holiday reps to a coach which would take them all to their respective hotels.

Hers was about half an hour from the airport and by the time she got there it was early evening. The room was fine, in a small apartment complex set apart from the main hotel, it was on the second floor with a balcony and views out over palm trees and greenery to the beach and sea beyond.

She decided to make the most of her first evening and unpack fully the next day so she quickly changed into one of her dresses, matched it up with a cardigan in case it was a bit chilly later on and headed out to explore the complex.

She wandered through the grounds enjoying the warmth of the evening, listening to the sounds of distant music and chatter. There were three or four separate pools, tennis courts and a path down to the private beach. She decided to check out the beach another time, she was happy walking around the hotel grounds on her own but a bit nervous to be alone at night on the beach.

Eventually she made her way up to the main body of the hotel. She passed the bustling restaurant but didn't stop. She'd had quite a big meal on the plane and wasn't particularly hungry. She did however fancy a drink. Again there were a couple of bars. She decided on the smaller, quieter one. She'd brought her kindle with her, for company, and thought it would be quite nice to sit with a glass of wine, read her book and watch the world go by.

As she entered the bar she could see the barman on the other side dealing with some customers. She didn't take much notice of him other than he had a slim, athletic body and a very cute butt. She giggled as she made her way to one of the bar stools and spun around so she was facing the reception area which was across the foyer from the bar. Molly Hooper are you checking out hot guys now she thought to herself with a smirk.

A couple of minutes later a low, familiar voice asked, 'what can I get for you Miss?'

She spun around and looked straight into the blue/green eyes of Sherlock Holmes.

So there it is. I'm aiming to put the next chapter up Sunday and post regularly thereafter. Don't see it being a mega long story.

Please let me know what you think so far, I love to hear your feedback, opinions and suggestions.