Moriarty's Babies

Part 13

John woke up with quite the headache. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, glancing around. It took him just a minute to realize that he was home, in his room. His eyes grew misty and he sighed in relief.

"Hey, just checking up on you." Lestrade said softly, opening the door. He sat with John, watching him.

"I feel awful, mate. Can you please bring me some coffee?" John asked, rubbing the back of his head. Lestrade smiled and nodded, popping out of the room.

He returned and sat the mug on the nightstand, And John took a sip straight away.

"What happened?" Lestrade asked, looking into John's eyes. John looked away briefly, but then met the detectives gaze. He needed to say what happened, just so he could prove it to himself.

"I went over there, like we discussed, and tried to offer my help. It seemed like Moriarty would accept, but things went south fast. He kept me in this small, cold room, tied to a chair." John said. "I, um, needed to use the loo but didn't think to ask, so... here we are." He added softly, sniffling.

Lestrade looked down at the nappy, frowning.

"The good thing is that you don't have to wear it anymore. Why don't you pop into the bathroom, have a shower, get changed? You'll feel a lot better." Lestrade replied.

John nodded. "I will." He said, standing slowly. He wobbled slightly, so lestrade put an arm on his back to support him, holding onto his hip slightly.

"I've got you, you're okay."

After he was showered and changed, John went right back to his room to finish his coffee. He just wanted to forget the whole thing, leave it behind.

Lestrade walked in again, sitting next to him. "Did you get to see them? Molly and Sherlock, I mean."

John shook his head, scowling.

"Moriarty wouldn't let me, and I asked two separate times. He must have known I was there to try and get them back, so he prevented it."

Lestrade felt a tear slip down his cheek.

"I'm sorry we put you up to that. I thought you'd be the best fit, seeing as mycroft would never consider it, and I'm on the other side of the law." He took in a deep breath. "I promise I will never do anything like that to you again, John, and I hate that I did it this time."

John patted the detective's shoulder.

"I understand, mate. We're just doing what we can to try and find our friends."

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molly laid down on her bassinet, staring up at the ceiling as she sucked her dummy. She had been put down for a nap only a few minutes ago, but she wasn't tired. As long as she was quiet, she didn't see how Irene or Moriarty could be cross with her.

The door to the master bedroom opened and Moriarty walked in. He went to the bassinet and looked down at molly, tutting.

"What are you up for, poppet? It's naptime." He cooed, smoothing mollys hair back. She whined, but said nothing. Talking to him would only reveal that she was in an adult headspace.

"I know you wanna be a big girl, but breaking the rules is naughty." Moriarty said. He walked over to the nightstand and turned back to face Molly. "I remember when mummy and I would have to give you a shot to help control your behavior, but you've been very good the past few days. You wouldn't want to ruin that, would you?"

Molly whimpered and began to cry. Was he onto her?

Moriarty cooed and picked the girl up, rubbing her back soothingly. "I know it's scary to be caught, but the way you're acting tells me that I'm correct. You were quiet because you didn't want daddy to know you were out of your headspace."

Irene walked in, looking sadly at the scene. It hurt her that he baby girl was so upset, but she hadn't been behaving properly.

"Let's get you down for a nice nap, love, and when you wake up, you'll feel much better." Irene cooed, kissing mollys cheek as she walked over to her and Moriarty. The man laid Molly back down in her bassinet, smiling and cooing softly to comfort her.

Molly just shut her eyes, crying behind her dummy. Irene stood beside her bassinet and talked quietly to her.

"I knew you were acting strange, baby, so I told daddy." She said.

Molly felt betrayed. She opened her eyes just in time to see Moriarty return with a syringe, poking it into Molly's arm.

"You could have listened to your tapes, and we wouldn't be in this mess right now, but you were too stubborn." Moriarty scolded lightly. "Go to sleep, little one, or else ." He said, kissing Molly on the temple.

This only upset molly more. She had no choice but to behave the way they wanted her to, because knowing Moriarty, she did not want to find out what 'or else' meant.

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John sat at the kitchen table, writing in a notebook. He wanted to get his short experience down in writing, and hopefully, they'd have a better chance at rescuing Molly and Sherlock.

The clock ticked softly as John wracked his brain, tapping his fingers on the table. He sat for a while, dazed and tired. He couldn't focus.

Footsteps approached, and he heard Lestrade's unmistakable laugh.

"Eating the pen's not gonna help you, mate." The detective said. It was then that John looked down, and saw the pen hanging out of his mouth. He spat it out and observed the teeth marks all over the cap.

"Damn, that's embarrassing." He mumbled. He heard lestrade walk out of the room, paying no mind as he tried to write more. 

Lestrade returned to the kitchen, sitting down next to John. "I brought you something, if you want it, that is." He said.

John wondered what he meant, until he looked onto the table. There was a dummy, the same one Moriarty had used on him.

"How did-" John began, confused.

"You had it in your mouth last night when you were brought home." Lestrade answered. "I know it's probably the last thing you want to see, but it might do you some good, put your mind at ease."

John eyed the dummy again, then looked around the flat.

"No one's gonna judge you. Well, mycroft might tease you a bit, but I'll handle him. Do what you need to cope."

With that, John picked up the dummy and popped it in his mouth. This was so stupid.

Lestrade rubbed his back, and John leaned close to him.

"You need a break. Just talk, I'll write." He said. Lestrade picked up the notebook and a new pen, sitting quietly as John gathered his thoughts.

"When I showed up, he seemed to like the idea. Looking back on it, though, he saw through the act immediately. He drugged me and hauled me off to the basement, and tied me up in a chair." John said through the dummy.

"Bastard. I knew he was bloody mad." Lestrade grumbled.

"That's not the worst of it." John clarified. He took a deep breath and shut his eyes, shifting the dummy to one side of his mouth. "I wet myself. That's why he put a nappy on me."

Lestrade nodded. The man was already used to treating Sherlock as a baby, so it would make sense that he already had a sufficient supply of nappies.

John put his head down, tears falling down his cheeks.

"Hey, it's alright. You're home now." Lestrade said, holding John tight. The doctor breathed and leaned against his friend.

"He said that he could keep Sherlock calm, so he's had no trouble keeping me in line. I'm scared to think of what he's done to keep Sherlock under his control."

After he was done speaking, he moved the dummy back in place, sucking on it. It was so juvenile, but it was a comfort object nonetheless, so John allowed himself to use it.

Lestrade glanced down to see that John was asleep. He set the notebook and pen down and picked up John, carrying him to his room and tucking him in.

"This will all be over soon. You stay here, I'll take care of it."

With that, Lestrade left, ready to end this by whatever means necessary.