Molly sat in the nursery with little Josie. She was feeding her before putting her down for a nap. Josie was a very quiet baby. She only cried when she really needed something for which her parents were very grateful. Jim walked in as she stood up.

"Hello, darling."

"Hi." Molly whispered. "Shh. She's sleeping."

"I came to tell you your minion is here."

Molly smiled. "Which one? I have many. You, terrorist cells all over the place, Sebby."

"I am not your minion." Jim said pretending to be offended.

"Yes you are." Molly kissed him. "So, who is it?"

"Sebby."

"Oh, I haven't seen him for ages."

Molly came downstairs and found Sebastian in the living area. She gave him a hug.

"Sebby, it's been ages. Good to see you. What have you been up to?"

"Just got back from Serbia. There were a few loose ends to tie up after Mr. Holmes left."

"Good. I will be needing you when we go back to London. Always take the precaution of a psychopathic criminal and an excellent sniper."

"Yes, ma'am. You are looking well."

"Thank you, Seb." Molly said.

"Would you like to see the baby? I'm sure she would love to meet her Uncle Sebby."

"Of course. I'm sure she takes after her beautiful mother."

"Woah! No flirting. She's taken. Back off mister." Jim said.

Molly giggled. "Jim, calm down. Sebby has always been like this. Believe me, you have nothing to worry about. Seb, come on upstairs. Just stay quiet. She's sleeping."

Molly crept up the stairs quietly. She opened the door to the nursery and walked to the crib. Josie was gurgling happily instead of sleeping and sucking on her fingers.

"Hello, precious. Not sleepy are you? No. Time for you to meet your Uncle Sebby. Yes, come on sweetheart." Molly picked her up and walked over to Sebastian. "Seb, this is Josie Selena Moriarty. She's a month old."

"She is very cute." Seb said.

"It's all Molly, Sebby. Jim contributed nothing to that child's looks." Irene said, walking in.

"Why are you all so rude?" Jim asked.

"Aw, you contributed to her looks. See her dark hair? That's you. Her nose? That's you. She just got her eyes and other stuff from me." Molly said.

Josie began to get fussy from all the noise and attention. Her face screwed up and she started crying. Jim took her from Molly and cradled her.

"Shh. Don't cry. Daddy is here. Auntie Irene is a scary lady isn't she? I want to cry sometimes too. You aren't the only one."

Josie stopped crying and just stared at him with her big brown eyes.

"You agree, huh?" Jim said.

"Hey, Junior, I am not a scary woman and you know it." Irene said. "If anyone is scary around here it's you."

"I am not Junior for the last time."

"You said it was the last time the last time you said it was the last time, so I'm sorry if I don't believe you." Irene replied.

"What? That doesn't even make sense."

"It makes sense if you're listening, but when do you ever listen?"

"You are trying to confuse me. Stop trying to confuse me you mad woman." Jim argued.

"Shut up! Both of you shut up or I will have Seb kill you both and I won't feel the tiniest bit sorry about it!" Molly yelled.

The two of them stopped and looked at Molly with wide eyes.

"I am sick and tired of the two of you constantly bickering. You two are like children and I am not going to talk to either of you until you work out your problems and get along." Molly took Josie from Jim and walked out of the room. "Sebby, would you like a cup of tea?"

Sebastian understood the meaning of Molly's words and followed. "Yeah. That would be nice."

Jim and Irene glared daggers at each other.