Little Consulting Detective

Part 24

Sherlock was very passive the next day. He tried his very best to ignore moriarty, and paid him no mind when he came to take care of him.

"I know you're upset, bubba, but you needed to be taught a lesson. Taking steps back in your regression means that I have to work extra hard to keep you as an infant. If you just give up, you'll be able to embrace your new life." Moriarty said.

The criminal lifted Sherlock out of his crib, the detective's head rolling onto Moriarty's shoulder.  "Dry." He cooed, with a quick assessment of sherlock's nappy.

Sherlock nearly cried, but choked back his tears with a quiet whimper. Moriarty patted his back and bounced him gently. "Everything will be okay, bubba, but for now, it's naptime." The criminal soothed.

He laid Sherlock back down in his crib, making sure he had his dummy and blankie. He smoothed the soft curls back and gave Sherlock a warm smile, hoping it would comfort him.

Sherlock merely twitched his nose and fussed. Moriarty clucked his tongue playfully, rubbing a few small circles onto sherlock's tummy. He turned on the mobile and left the nursery, turning out the lights.

Sherlock took note of the open door, a stream of faint light flooding through the crack just so. He took it as some sort of taunt, moriarty's way of saying 'you can think about it, but you'll never be able to leave'.

He choked again, weeping quietly around his dummy. He just wanted to sit up and stretch out a little, dammit! He still had the mobility of a newborn, and it was testing his patience. He huffed and closed his eyes, trying to just let go of the world for a couple hours.

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Molly had only been in lestrade's care for a couple of days and couldn't be happier. When she wasn't feeling particularly small, he didn't force her to regress back to infancy. He would let her hang out for a while as an energetic toddler, skipping and jumping around, finger painting and singing Disney songs loudly.

When she wanted to roam around the house, she could crawl around and not worry about getting scolded for being "too little" to move.

If Lestrade had to work, molly would spend the day at John's flat, and he would babysit her.

John was happy to look after molly, as it helped to lessen the pain of losing Sherlock. She was a sweet baby, very giggly and happy.

Sometimes, though, after nap time, she woke up crying from a bad dream. John would comfort her and hold her, letting the girl know that all was well.

John tried to not be bitter, but it was difficult. He knew he should be happy that molly was safe, and he was, but he missed Sherlock very much.

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Sherlock woke to find himself propped on moriarty's shoulder, wrapped in a blanket. He turned to look at the criminal, but he could only move his head a few centimeters.

"Is someone awake?" Moriarty cooed, smiling. He kissed the top of sherlock's head softly. Sherlock scrunched his nose and leaned away as best he could.

"I think it's time to go see mummy. She didn't want to disturb your nap, and she's been waiting to see you all day." Moriarty hummed. He stood up and left the nursery, bouncing Sherlock gently.

Sherlock grumbled angrily and shouted behind his dummy before finally spitting it out.Moriarty was unbothered and simply popped another dummy into the baby's mouth.

"No need to fuss there, kiddo. It's time to calm down." Moriarty cooed. He entered the master bedroom and sat on the bed next to Irene.

"Hi, little one. How are you?" She cooed, reaching out to take Sherlock. Moriarty handed him to her, and she propped him up on her shoulder, patting his back.

Sherlock sat there quietly, worried he would fall back, seeing as he couldn't support himself. He felt humiliated being handed off to either 'parent' and held like an infant. He sucked his dummy for comfort, in the mood to cry.

"See, Sherlock, why would you be so fussy about a dummy? You clearly like them, and they're meant to comfort you." Moriarty cooed, watching the detective. Sherlock turned pink, and he hid his face in irenes neck

Moriarty kissed the top of Sherlock's head and looked at irene. "I'm heading to the market, I'll be back in a little bit." He said. He left the room and shut the door.

"I get you all to myself for a while, little one. You're gonna be a well behaved baby for mummy, yes you are." Irene cooed, smiling as she bounced Sherlock gently. The detective whimpered, small tears pricking in his eyes. Irene shushed him softly and laid him down on the bed, standing. "Mummy will go get you a bottle. Just to make sure you don't pull any of your little stunts, you'll be getting some extra security measures." She said. She pulled up four railings, one from each side of the bed, locking them in place with small attached hooks.

Sherlock let out a frustrated whine and kicked his legs as best he could with his limited mobility. Irene left the room and shut the door, running down to the kitchen.

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Molly tossed and turned in her sleep, her nose twitching. She whimpered, unable to escape the nightmare she was having. 

(Dream)

Molly was trapped in a tall crib in a small dark room. It was stormy and she was scared, shaking. The door opened, and echoing footsteps approached molly.

"What a naughty baby you were, poppet. Lucky for you, daddy found you, and he will never let you go." He cooed, looming over molly.

Molly looked up at his dark form, smiling psychotically at her. She cried, and the figure reached out for her, scooping her up.

"There there, baby girl, daddy's got you." He said, holding molly close.

(End dream)

"Daddy!" Molly sobbed, crying her heart out, tears streaming down her face. The door swung open and lestrade ran in, rushing over to the bed. He sat next to molly and scooped her up, snuggling her to his chest.

"Baby girl, what's the matter? Daddy's right here, there's nothing to be scared of." He soothed, rocking molly gently.

The girl opened her eyes and peeked up at lestrade, who smiled.

"There, see? You're alright, little one. Now, how about we get your nappy changed, yeah?" Lestrade said. Molly looked down at herself, and saw that her nappy was soaked.

"Yucky." She cooed quietly , and lestrade hummed.

"Yes, very yucky. This is why you wear them though, sweetie." Lestrade said, laying molly back down. He grabbed her dummy and popped it back into her mouth before starting the nappy change.

Once she was in afresh nappy, lestrade went to wash his hands. When he returned, he smiled down at molly. She reached out for him, and he gladly picked her up.

"I love you, baby girl." He crooned, kissing her forehead. Molly smiled and snuggled into his chest, feeling much safer now that her daddy was here.