There on the couch he lied, sleeping angelically. She'd told him to come to bed to sleep two hours earlier, but he insisted on solving the case by tonight. Most likely he had, the brilliant man, but right now what he needed was a blanket. Molly dragged along their duvet, and she began to arrange it on his body. The big baby mumbled something about solving the case as he adjusted himself into the make-shift bed that was his couch. Molly smiled, stroking his cheek lovingly. Sometimes the greatest consulting detective in the world just needed someone to tuck him into bed and kiss him goodnight. And so she did.