Jim Moriarty was confused, something that didn't happen very often. Jen had been talking to him about a movie she watched when she spontaneously burst into tears because they weren't making a sequel. He was lost. She hated the movie, and when he said so, she'd stormed upstairs, screaming that he didn't love her or care about her. He was standing in the middle of the living room, extremely confused, when he decided he should try to comfort her. He walked up to her room and lightly knocked on the door.

"Go away." He wasn't going to go away and leave her alone and sad, so he tried to open the door. She'd locked it. He easily picked the lock and walked into her room, sitting on the edge of her bed, where she was curled up in a little ball. She'd changed out of her jeans and t-shirt and was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and an overly large hoodie. And crying.

"Jenny, I'm sorry. I do love you very much. What did I do wrong?" Suddenly, she started laughing, which confused him even further.

"Dad, I just imagined a jelly bean." He raised an eyebrow.

"Jennifer, are you on drugs right now?"

"No. But jelly beans..." She trailed off, her giggles taking over. Her laughs stopped and she grimaced, wrapping her arms around her stomach and groaning.

"What's wrong? Are you going to be sick?"

"Cramps," she wheezed.

"Just cramps?" She threw a pillow at his head, which was so unexpected, he didn't even try to dodge it and it hit him in the face.

"I feel like my stomach is being stabbed repeatedly with a knife, and you say 'just cramps'?" Jim was very lost now. What was wrong with her?

"I'm going to take you to the hospital. Come on," he said, standing up. She started laughing again.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Because you want to take me to the hospital for cramps."

"You sad you feel like you're being stabbed in the stomach repeatedly."

"I do. But I want ice cream."

"Alright?"

"Get me ice cream." Jim wasn't going to question this. He went down to the kitchen and got her a bowl of vanilla ice cream, wondering why she would want ice cream if she felt like she was being stabbed repeatedly. He brought the ice cream to her room. She frowned at it.

"Is something wrong with it?"

"I want chocolate marshmallow. Please."

"You ate the last of it yesterday." She burst into sobs again. Jim put the ice cream down on her dresser and sat down on the bed next to her.

"Jenny, what's wrong?"

"We're out of chocolate marshmallow ice cream." She continued crying, and Jim pulled his phone out and texted Sebby to buy the requested ice cream. He sat with her, trying to calm her down, until Sebby thankfully arrived with her ice cream. He brought it up to her room.

"I, uh, got the ice cream, boss." He held it out to Jim, but Jen eagerly peeled back the lid and grabbed the spoon from the now-melted bowl of vanilla ice cream and began to eat. Jim took the gallon of ice cream from her and she frowned.

"Give me back my ice cream, Dad."

"No. I'm going to put it in a bowl. You can't eat all of this, you'll get sick." She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes.

"Last chance. Give me back my ice cream." He shook his head and she calmly placed the spoon inside of the carton before standing up and walking out of the room. The men exchanged a glance, before they decided to go look for her.

They found her, three minutes later, in Jim's bedroom. She was standing in his closet with a pair of scissors, holding one of his suits. Except it didn't look like a suit anymore. It looked like a bunch of pieces of fabric. She'd cut it up into a bunch of small pieces, and they were now laying on the floor. She reached back into his closet and pulled out one of his favorite ties. He ran over and grabbed the scissors from her before she did anymore damage.

"Jen, why did you cut up my suit?!"

"You took away my ice cream," she said with a shrug. She walked back over to Sebby.

"Can I have the ice cream, please?" The sniper handed it over quickly, not wanting to make her anymore mad. She sat happily on the floor of her father's bedroom, eating the ice cream. Sebby saw the glance Jim gave him and walked off, knowing there was about to be an argument between the Moriartys that he wanted to stay out of.

"Jennifer, why did you cut up my suit?"

"Because you love them more than me. You took away my ice cream."

"That doesn't mean you go cutting up my belongings."

"I'm a Moriarty. I ruin things. It's what you taught me."

"Yes, I did, but don't ruin my things."

"Too late. Should've listened to me. I did warn you."

"Jenny, what's wrong? You're laughing one minute, crying over ice cream the next, and getting cramps that are apparently not 'just cramps'. What's wrong?" She sighed and stood up.

"Girl things I'd rather not discuss."

"No, tell me."

"It's my 'time of the month', Dad. My hormones are all crazy right now." A deep blush spread over Jim's face.

"I really don't want to talk about this," he muttered. She smiled before grimacing and wrapping an arm around her stomach again.

"Yeah, I'm going to go eat ice cream and cry over sad movies now. If you hear screaming, ignore it." Jim hugged her and she flung ice cream at his face with her spoon. Jim sighed as she walked away. Maybe he should call Hamish. He always managed to calm her down, even when Jim couldn't.

I swear I'm not ignoring your prompts- I've just been busy lately without much time to write. These were all written from way back in August. Read, review, and leave a prompt. And I do apologize for the wait of everyone who suggested something.