Moriarty's Babies

Part 5

Molly woke up with an empty tummy. She was ready to eat, even if it was just a bottle. She laid in her bassinet for a few minutes, waiting for either Moriarty or Irene to come get her.

She remained there for a few minutes with no sign of help. This upset her, and she whimpered into the baby monitor.

Still, no one came.

Molly began to cry. She wanted out of bed, and she wanted to see Sherlock!

Finally, after crying her heart out for a few minutes, the door opened and Moriarty walked in.

"Daddy's sorry you had to wait long, poppet. He was getting sherlock settled." He cooed, scooping Molly up. He kissed her crown and rubbed her back as he held her close. He carried her upstairs and walked around the kitchen, preparing her bottle.

Molly began to calm down, gurgling past her pacifier. She wanted her old one back, this one was annoying and impossible to talk with.

"I know you're fussy, baby. That's nothing a baba won't fix." Moriarty said. He brought molly into the living room and sat down with her, removing the dummy from her mouth.

Finally free of the thing, she began to give Moriarty a piece of her mind.

"I was finally back home with my friends, and you kidnapped me again. Do you have any idea what will happen to you when I'm found?!" She cried out, snapping out of her headspace. It startled herself, having not spoken such a long sentence in weeks.

Moriarty placed the bottle nipple in Molly's mouth, silencing her again.

"I know you're upset, but you shouldn't have left  mummy and daddy. You're just a little baby." He cooed, more in a stern tone.

Molly shrunk back a little, scared. She found her courage in the next moment and spat the bottle out of her mouth.

"Molly, does someone need a punishment? If you keep acting out, I have no choice but to lay you back down in your bassinet until you behave." Moriarty said.

Once again, Molly made herself smaller, letting out a soft whimper. Moriarty noticed her scared she was and softened. He didn't want to scare his baby girl.

"Okay, it's clear you're upset with daddy. How about mummy feeds you your bottle?" Moriarty offered, standing up and walking upstairs. He found Irene in their bedroom and walked over to her.

"Come here, darling." Irene crooned, taking Molly gently in her arms. Moriarty handed her the bottle and stood with her for a few minutes to explain the issue.

Irene nodded and smiled down at molly.

"It's alright, mummy's got you." She soothed.

Moriarty left to go sit in the living room with Sherlock. Finally, feeling less nervous, Molly began to drink the bottle. Irene hummed softly as she fed her.

When she was done, Irene burped her and carried her downstairs. She laid her on a large blanket on the floor, next to Sherlock and went to sit on the couch.

Molly peeked over at Sherlock. She tried to turn on her side, but was only able to move a little bit.

"Sherlock." She whispered, gently tapping his shoulder. Sherlock just babbled and smiled. Mollys heart dropped as she realized he was unable to understand her.

She sniffles and turned back onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. There was no way to get through to him.

Moriarty walked over, mollys dummy in hand. She began to whine when she noticed it, but that was short lived. Moriarty gently popped the soother in mollys mouth and placed a hand on her tummy.

"There you go, poppet. All better." He said softly. Molly only gurgled sadly past the thing as Moriarty walked away from them, sitting next to Irene.

This was hopeless, much worse than when Molly was first abducted. At least she wasn't treated as such a young baby back then.

Molly eventually grew tired of staring at nothing and shut her eyes, dozing off. Moriarty walked over and picked her up, carrying her to the couch. He held her as she napped, and Irene went over to keep Sherlock company.

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Lestrade and John sat together in the living room at lestrade's brainstorming a plan. They figured he wasn't still at the hideout, seeing as it was abandoned the last time lestrade had scoped it out.

"Is he working alone? He could very well have an accomplice." Lestrade muttered, scratching his chin. John thought for s moment when he remembered something.

"The message. Moriarty said 'caretakers', so he must be working with someone. Who do you suppose that is?" John answered.

"I don't know. We're not giving up, that's for damn sure. Let's see what we can piece together from Moriarty's message." Lestrade said, and the two went to listen to the recording again.

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Molly woke up in her bassinet with a wet nappy. She must've used it in her sleep. When she got out of here, would she be stuck in nappies for a long time?

The door opened and Irene walked in, smiling.

"How's my baby girl? Are you done sleeping?" She cooed walking over to the bassinet. Molly squirmed, prompting Irene to check her nappy.

"Mummy will change you." She said, grabbing wipes baby powder and a new nappy. She rolled mollys onesie up to her tummy and removed the wet nappy.

Molly kicked, uncomfortable in the chill. Irene calmed her down and cleaned her up, sprinkling baby powder on her. She taped a new nappy around her waist and fixed her onesie, kissing her forehead. She went to wash her hands and came back, scooping Molly up.

"Mummy's gonna read to you, how about that, love?" Irene cooed, selecting a book. She sat in the rocking chair and held Molly close.

Molly snuggled into Irene's hold, figuring she could play along for just a little bit.

As Irene read and rocked slowly back and forth, Molly's eyes got heavy again. She turned her head to the side, resting her cheek against Irene's collarbone, facing away from the door.

The door creaked open again, and Moriarty voice spoke from the doorway.

"Is she asleep?" He asked quietly.

"No." Irene told him in the same volume. Moriarty stepped into the room and stood next to Irene, smoothing back mollys hair.

"Maybe a different approach will work for Molly. She's very strong willed when it comes to the tapes." Moriarty whispered.

Molly smiled a bit behind her dummy. She wouldn't have to listen to those stupid tapes anymore. She continued to eavesdrop on what her 'parents' were saying.

"Let's discuss this later. I want to finish this book before Molly falls asleep again. Our little girl's exhausted." Irene replied.

"Okay. I'll see you in a bit." Moriarty said, kissing Irene. He bent down to kiss the top of mollys head. "Sweet dreams, baby girl." He cooed, leaving the nursery.

Once the girls were alone, Irene continued to read, finishing the book a couple minutes later. She set it aside and held Molly protectively in both arms, kissing her forehead.

Molly was really comfortable, snuggling into Irene. She was ready to fall asleep again, and wouldn't fight it.

"I know you don't like those tapes, baby girl. Daddy and I will have to keep a closer eye on you, but don't fret. Hopefully soon we'll be able to trust that you won't do anything naughty." Irene said softly. 

Molly didn't bat an eye at her words, she was too sleepy to care. She shut her eyes and sucked her dummy, her body relaxing.

Irene smiled and continued to rock, holding Molly close. She didn't want to miss out on a cuddle just because the girl was asleep.