Little Consulting Detective

14

"What the bloody hell is this?" Asked lestrade from across the room. John and mycroft opened their eyes and sat up, looking at the detective.

"What's what?" John asked through a yawn, walking over to the mantle where lestrade stood. There was a blue rattle. "What in the world? Who put this here?" He said, baffled.

"There's something in here too." Mycroft called from the kitchen. The other two followed him and were greeted with a pink rattle. The three stared at it, trying to figure out what it was even there for.

"Someone was... here... last night. Someone broke into this flat to place rattles? What's the goal there?" John said, a bit disturbed.

"I don't know, but it's gotta be related to where Sherlock, and now molly, disappeared to." Lestrade said, rubbing true back of his neck. Whatever this was, the criminal, or criminals, were clearly trying to taunt them even more.

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Moriarty finished up his work and went back to the living room. He saw Sherlock trying to climb out of the playpen, but the boy was weaker now. He walked over to the playpen and scooped Sherlock up.

"That's a no no, lockie. You need to wait for daddy to come get you." Moriarty said. Sherlock pouted but nodded. Moriarty put him down in his exersaucer. Sherlock huffed but rolled around the room, giggling soon enough. "What's up, poppet? Do you want out of there?" Moriarty cooed to molly. She nodded and lifted her arms up. Moriarty picked her up and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Sherlock saw that Moriarty was distracted and crept to the edge of the living room, looking back to see if he was watching. He wasn't. Sherlock rolled out of the living room and quietly wheeled around the kitchen. He approached the front door, but suddenly remembered what happened last time he got too close to it.

The front door slowly creaked open, and Sherlock froze. Irene walked into the house and looked down at Sherlock, who seemed less surprised.

"Hi bubba. How's my little boy doing? Did you miss mummy?" She cooed, smiling at the detective. Irene walked into the living room and Sherlock followed her like a puppy.

"Sherlock, what were you doing out there, mister?" Moriarty said, looking down at the boy. Irene put her hand on his shoulder and smoothed out his hair.

"He wasn't doing anything, we're you, Sherlock?" Irene said, cooing at the curly haired baby. Sherlock nodded and reached his arms out, making grabby hands. Moriarty passed molly to Irene and reached down to pick up Sherlock.

"I don't think mummy can lift you pal, but I've got you." He said, patting sherlock's back. He checked his watch and looked at Irene. "Should we start making lunch?" He asked.

"That sounds good." Irene agreed. They walked into the kitchen and put the kids in their high chairs, going to make the food.

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Anderson walked around 221B, doing his thins and looking for evidence.

"What do you think, Anderson?" Lestrade asked, looking at the other. Anderson looked up at him and smirked.

"I think whoever took Sherlock and molly is absolutely mental." He said, chuckling at the thought of someone putting Sherlock in his place.

"Knock it off, Anderson. Just go take a sample of the dna." Lestrade said. Anderson nodded and left.

"How do we know we'll get a good sample? I mean, what if the person wore gloves?" Watson said, scratching his head.

"That's true, I didn't think of that... we should still test the dna, just to be safe." Lestrade replied.