Little Consulting Detective

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Moriarty watched the monitor in his study and saw his baby boy waking up. After five hours, he had finally come out of the sleep the sedative put him in. Moriarty stood and walked to the nursery. He opened the door and walked to the crib, looking down at his baby boy.

"Naughty boy, Sherlock. Lucky for you, I had those sensors installed to pick up any step pattern other than my own. Not that you would have gotten far anyway, but I do like a little extra precaution." Moriarty said in a playful tone. Sherlock scowled at him.

The detective tried to turn on his side but he was once again completely immobile. He cursed, which made the criminal chuckle.

"My my, someone's fussy. Don't think you won't be punished for your little escape attempt there, pal. You could get daddy in a lot of trouble." Moriarty said. He reached into the crib and stroked sherlock's cheek. The detective looked disgusted. Moriarty snickered.

Sherlock closed his eyes to try and distract himself from his situation, hoping that when he opened them again, everything would be back as it was. No such luck.

Sherlock whimpered and began to cry. Damn it! Why was he so weak?

Moriarty cooed at him. "Oh, I know. It must be so frustrating to have lost. It's alright, daddy still loves you." He soothed. He tucked the plush dog into sherlock's arms and placed the blanket over him, tucking it under his armpits. "Now you stay here for a while longer. Daddy has a phone call to make, and then we'll get you some dinner." The criminal crooned. He placed the soother back in sherlock's mouth to help calm him and left, hoping the baby would be ready to cooperate by dinner.

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Lestrade and John sat in the living room of 221B, looking through pictures.

"There has to be a reason Sherlock disappeared. What'd do you reckon it is?" John asked. Lestrade frowned.

"I haven't the slightest idea. Sherlock seems to come and go as he pleases." Lestrade replied. He flipped through the photos with John, trying to spot something out of place. Nothing.

"D'you suppose he's gone somewhere to do drugs?" John thought aloud. He and Lestrade looked at each other before standing quickly and breezing out of the flat, coats hanging over their arms.

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Moriarty hummed softly as he prepared himself a piece of fish and some veg. Sherlock laid in the living room in his playpen, still immobile.

"You know Sherlock, you wouldn't have that medicine in your system if you would just do what daddy tells you." Moriarty called from the kitchen, turning to look at the detective. Sherlock scoffed.

"And why would I do that? The only reason I haven't gotten out of here yet is because I can't move." Sherlock shot back.

"Oh, is that so? Well, you didn't seem to mind me holding you and rocking you yesterday." Moriarty said. He walked into the living room and looked down at Sherlock.

"I was emotionally vulnerable. Don't expect me to crumble after one bad day." Sherlock said after a moment of silence. Moriarty smiled and picked him up.

"If you say so. Alright, let's get you your bottle, and then you're gonna have a bath." The criminal said. He carried Sherlock into the kitchen and grabbed the bottle off the counter. He brought him back into the living room and sat on the couch.

Sherlock shut his eyes and tried to retreat to his mind palace, but it wasn't working. It's as if his brain wasn't functioning how it normally did. He glared at Moriarty.

"What did you do to me?" Sherlock demanded. It was hard to look intimidating when you were being held like an infant.

"I didn't do anything, Sherlock. You're losing your edge." Moriarty told him. He held the bottle to sherlocks lips and waited for the detective to latch on, but he didn't.

"Alright, maybe bath first. Let's go." Moriarty decided, making his way up to e bathroom with Sherlock on his hip. He set him down in a large baby bath seat, clearly made for adults. Where did he get that?

Moriarty turned the tap and filled the tub with warm water, addin bubble bath. Sherlock could die right there, he was so embarrassed. Moriarty hummed as he cleaned the detective, being extra careful since his baby was sensitive.

After Sherlock was clean, moriarty drained the bath and wrapped Sherlock in a towel. He carried him back to the nursery and laid him on the changing table. The criminal dressed Sherlock in a fresh nappy and onesie, putting ankle socks on his feet.

The rest of the night went by as the previous night had, with Sherlock trying to resist his infantile treatment, and moriarty working on breaking the detectives spirit.

On the third day, Sherlock decided to keep his wits about him. He had played into moriarty's trap already, and he wasn't gonna do it again.

When moriarty strolled into the nursery, Sherlock paid him no mind. He simply watched the blue birds spinning gently above him on the mobile. Moriarty approached the crib and reached inside. Sherlock tensed up when the criminal brushed his hand through his hair.

"Good morning Sherlock. How are we doing today?" Moriarty cooed. Sherlock said nothing."Aww, don't give me the silent treatment." The criminal went on. Still, Sherlock said nothing. He just turned his gaze away from moriarty and hoped the former would go away, but he didn't.

Moriarty picked Sherlock up and laid him on the changing table, cleaning him up and putting him in a new nappy. He placed Sherlock back in his crib, leaving the detective confused.

"Oh, yeah. You're not leaving your nursery today. I told you you were being punished." Moriarty said. "If you behave, you can come out by tomorrow, but if not, you'll be staying in here for longer. Daddy will still take care of you, but you won't be getting any change of scenery for a day at least." He added. He walked out of the nursery, leaving Sherlock to his less than powerful thoughts.

Moriarty returned a few minutes later with a bottle of formula. He picked Sherlock and carried him to the rocking chair. Once again, Sherlock refused to drink the bottle. 

"Come on little one, you need to eat." Moriarty urged. Sherlock shook his head. He was not going to let moriarty treat him as an infant, not anymore. Moriarty was ready to give up and try feeding Sherlock again later, when an idea struck him. "This will help that medicine wear off sooner." Moriarty fibbed. This caught sherlocks attention.

"W-what?" He whispered, shocked. Moriarty nodded, keeping up the charade to get the detective to drink the formula.

"Yeah, it will make you feel better, then you'll be able to move again." Moriarty said. Sherlock looked skeptical, but being able to move was something he missed, even though it had only been a day or so.

Finally, Sherlock relented and latched onto the bottle. "That's a good boy." Moriarty cooed. He started to rock gently, enjoying spending time with his boy. When the bottle was empty, moriarty burped Sherlock and stood, laying him on the floor or his back. "Okay pal, I think you can have a bit of playtime. Daddy doesn't want you sleeping right now, or you'll be cranky at nap time." The criminal said. He placed a plastic bar with dangly toys over Sherlock and left the nursery, locking the door behind him.