Little Consulting Detective

12

When molly woke up, she saw both Moriarty and Irene standing over her crib, looking down at her. She was sure they were going to hurt her, and she started crying.

"Oh, don't cry sweetheart. I know you're scared, but you did something naughty." Moriarty said. He reached into the crib and picked her up, cradling her to his chest. He rubbed her back and bounced her, trying to soothe her.

"Why don't we go get dinner ready? I think the babies are hungry. I know I am." Irene said. The two went downstairs, and molly started quieting a bit. Moriarty laid her down in the playpen and went into the kitchen with Irene. 

Sherlock rolled up to the playpen in his exersaucer and waved at molly. The parents smiled at the interaction.

"Sherlock, are you okay?" Molly whispeeed to the detective. He nodded slightly. Molly was glad that he could at least understand her. 

When dinner was ready, Moriarty and Irene walked into the living room and each picked up one of the kids and carried them into the kitchen. Moriarty sat Sherlock in his high chair and Irene handed molly to him. "I'll feed Sherlock, you feed molly." She said.

"Alright. Let's go get you a bottle sweetie." Moriarty cooed. He made a bottle for her and carried molly back to the living room, sitting on the couch.

"No." Molly said softly. Moriarty looked down at her.

"Yes, you need to eat. You can't sit up right now, baby girl, so your only option is a bottle." Moriarty said softly. "Please cooperate for daddy, okay?" He said.

Molly waited a minute but finally opened her mouth, allowing Moriarty to feed her.

"Such a good girl." Moriarty cooed, looking at molly with love. She didn't know what to do with this attention. She felt a bit uncomfortable, and eventually just shut her eyes. Moriarty took this as her being sleepy and chuckled.

When the bottle was empty, he held her to his shoulder and burped her. She laid her head on his shoulder. Moriarty grabbed her soother and popped it in her mouth. She sucked on it as Moriarty laid her down in the playpen, tickling her tummy. 

"Okay sweetie, it's a bit too early for bed, but you can hang out here for now." He said. Moriarty handed molly a small plush bunny with light grey fur and a lilac nose and inner ears. He smoothed her hair back again and went back to the kitchen to eat.

Molly stared at the stuffed bunny. It was very soft and fluffy. She smiled.

A few minutes later, Moriarty came back into the living room, carrying Sherlock. He set the detective on the playmat and went back to the kitchen to clean up. When the kitchen was clean, Moriarty and Irene walked back into the living room. Irene picked up molly and Moriarty picked up Sherlock.

"Okay little ones, let's get you ready for bed." Moriarty said, and the parents carried the kids upstairs. Irene turned into Molly's nursery, and molly was sad to be separated from Sherlock. Irene patted her back and set her on the changing table.

"It's okay sweetie. It's bedtime, you'll see your brother tomorrow." She cooed. She checked Molly's nappy, which made the girl upset. "Baby girl, it's alright. You're all clean." Irene said. She put molly in a footed sleeper and picked her back up, laying her down in her crib. She turned on the mobile and walked out of the room after turning on the light.

Moriarty left sherlocks nursery the next minute and walked downstairs with Irene.

"I have to leave for a couple days. Will you be okay with both of the babies?" She asked.

"Of course. Just come back safely, okay?" Moriarty said.

"Okay." She agreed. She kissed him on the cheek and left the house, taking off in the cover of night.

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Irene sneaked into 221B silently, looking around for a sign with life. She saw lest race and Watson asleep on the couch, and mycroft asleep in sherlock's chair. Good. They would have no idea she was there.

She got to work, moving around the flat. She set a few special selected items around the different rooms, snickering to herself. This would be even more taunting  than the photographs. 

When she was done, Irene left the flat. Those boys wouldn't know what hit them.

"Have fun with that, boys." She muttered, laughing. Her laugh echoed through the damp street, cold and devious.

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Sherlock opened his eyes and looked up at the dark ceiling. He sat up in his crib and rubbed his eyes. Man, what happened? He felt like he was waking up for the first time in a few days. Sure, he'd been awake, but everything before just now was foggy.

Damn. He must've slipped into a headspace or something. He stood up in the crib, but his legs weee so wobbly. He used the bars for support, and when he was fully up, started to climb out of the crib. He had his right leg over the side, just as he heard footsteps coming down the hall.

Sherlock put his leg back down just in time, as Moriarty opened the nursery door and walked over to the crib.

"What's the matter, Sherlock. Why are you up so late?" Moriarty cooed. He picked Sherlock up and carried him over to the rocking chair.

He started rocking, which caused Sherlock to feel sleepy again. No! He couldn't keep doing this. If he kept falling into this cycle of big Sherlock and baby Sherlock, he could get stuck as baby Sherlock one day and never pull himself out. Sherlock opened his eyes and started pushing against Moriarty, but the criminal just held him more securely.

"Shh, calm down bubba. You don't want to wake your sister, do you?" Moriarty said. Sherlock relented and slumped against Moriarty. Fine, he would be done for the night, but he wasn't done for good. Moriarty smoothed sherlocks hair back and gently kissed the top of his head. "You know I saw what you were doing, right?" He said.

Damn... Sherlock had forgotten about the baby monitors. Moriarty stood and carried Sherlock to the changing table, laying him down on a blanket. He wrapped the detective up in in, restricting his movement. He picked him back up and laid him in his crib. 

"Goodnight, Sherlock." He cooed, turning the mobile back on. He walked out of the nursery, leaving Sherlock in a grump mood, soon falling asleep.