More adult content... LOL Hope this one makes up for the semi teasing ones earlier :) ENJOY! LOOOOOOOOOOOONG CHAPTER.

Warning...VERY graphic.

Chapter 12

It was late when they arrived back in London. Molly was up and preparing tea when they got back to the flat.

John and Mycroft declined tea. John went to see Mary and Mycroft went to the club. Before they left, they put the few small boxes Sherlock requested be brought here from the New York storage on the kitchen table.

It was then that he noticed. Molly had made a small bit of change in thier absence.

Now sitting in the corner was a small piano, Sherlock's violin propped up on top of it.

Sherlock didn't mention it until he'd put Laura in her bed and came back out.

"That was... very nice of you, Molly. "

" A bit of a bribe, perhaps. "

"You shouldn't buy a child's affection, Molly. "

"I... I didn't mean that! I know you think better, clear your head with your music. I thought you could do that together now. "

Sherlock turned to her and smiled. She really was very bright sometimes. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips, then pulled her in for a hug.

Molly wanted to bring up thier previous discussion, but Sherlock seemed completely drained. She ushered him off to bed, with a kiss of promise.

The next morning, John came over, intent on helping Sherlock go through the boxes. But Laura had other ideas. She had woke full of energy. She wanted to see her new friend at the park. And as she suggested coyly...MAYBE some ice cream?

Sherlock reached for his coat, but Laura shook her head.

" I want uncle John to take me. Please, uncle John? Would you spend time with me? "

Her big blue eyes held such a trance over him, even though he recognized the gleam of mischief in them. She was up to something.

"You don't want time with me? " Sherlock asked in a soft voice.

"I'll always have you. John is important too, right? "

"Yes."

"Please? "

Sherlock could only nod as she looked back up at John. With a playful narrowing of his eyes he smiled down at her. She slipped her hand into his...and John gave in.

"Come on, brat. Off we go! " John laughed and scooped Laura up to ride on his back. She squealed in surprise and ALMOST laughed.

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Sherlock sat with a box in front of him. He wasn't going through it though. Instead, he was peering down at the pictures of Laura. She was at various stages of her life. When she was crawling, starting to walk... and a great sense of loss sunk into Sherlock's chest. These were years he would never get back for either one of them.

Molly was going through one of the boxes on the table. She was hoping Sherlock thought to bring over the medical records so she could feel she was contributing. Before they got out of bed this morning, Sherlock held her and explained what they had figured out in New York.

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"We will have to keep an eye on her. " Molly said thoughtfully, as she lay her head on his bare chest, running her finger over his heart. "when or if or when the sleeping issue returns. Perhaps keep a journal of everything she does, and everyone she comes into contact between now and then. "

"Excellent idea, Molly. Wish I had thought of that. I SHOULD have thought of that. "

"You can't have ALL the brain in the family, husband. ...you CAN'T " She said cutting off his eye roll. She distracted him by pulling at a tiny hair by his nipple.

"Ouch! Must you hurt me? "

"Kiss it, make it better? " Molly purred.

Sherlock smirked at her, and she took it as a yes. She moved over him and placed a very slow kiss on the peaking little bud, giving it a tiny swipe of her tongue for good measure. She was rewarded with a soft moan from her husband.

"Like that do you? " She smiled

"Molly... " She looked up at Sherlock to see his hooded blue gaze on her. It made her bolder. That phone call the day before had made her feel power over the man she'd loved so long. And she was hungry for more.

She continued her kisses as she made her way to his navel. Keeping her eyes on Sherlock, she flicked her tongue into the crevice. He responded by grabbing the pillow under his head. Sliding back up to him, she kissed him deeply. Their tongues dancing wildly with need. Sherlock's hands roamed over her, cupping her breast and tweaking the hardened nipple through her night shirt. Molly moaned into his mouth and strained closer to him, coming to lie on top of him. She could feel his hard length meet her juncture and ground into him. Sherlocks hand went to grasp the flesh of her backside and push her hard against him, encouraging her action. He arched his hips a bit and began to use his hands to make her rock faster against him. Molly ran her tongue along his neck, then suckled his ear lobe between moans. She began to move more roughly against him as her breathing mingled with sound of half laughing half crying. Sherlock's breathing was heavy as he kept his eyes on hers.

He knew she was close. His tongue ran along his lips as he reached under her and pulled his sleep pants down enough to pull himself out. He put her back down and tucked himself in her hood.

"That's better, baby... Don't stop... " He breathed as he pulled her into the pace again. He spread her legs farther and kept one hand guiding her rubbing. The other hand reaching behind her to slip two slender fingers into her wet heat, slowly gliding in and out. Molly's pushing became frantic and she reached up to clasp her fingers in Sherlocks. She cried out and shook on him as she came on his manhood.

When she was able to breath again, she kissed Sherlock passionately, feeling his hands running softly down her back. Her hand ran down his abdoment, runing a finger along each groove until she reached his hardness. She clasped him tightly and gave him a quick stroke. Sherlock sucked in his breath and bit his lip.

Molly eeled her way down him, taking the pants the rest of the way down with her. She slipped them off his feet and ran her nails up his legs, slowing above his knees, feeling each hair under her fingertips. She bent to place slow kisses and swipes of her tongue at the spot between his legs and pubes. She reached up to gently cup his sack, rolling them in her soft hands. Sherlock groaned and started shaking. One of Molly's slim fingers reached just under his balls and pressed at the firm spot there as she took one ball at a time into her mouth and she suckled, rolling it around with her tongue.

Sherlock couldn't breath.

Finally, Molly ran her tongue along his length, picking him up in her hand along the way. She lifted it to get a better angle. She looked up and kept her eyes on Sherlock. She ran the tip of her tongue along the tip, slipping up the precum beading there, before drawing circles around the head. She took just the head in to her mouth and sucked, while stroking, tightening and twisting her hand with each up stroke. After several turns like this, she finally took his full length into her mouth, pulling him off behind it.

"Fuck, you are good at this... " Sherlock ground out gripping her hair.

After a short while, Sherlock yanked her up.

"Don't want this to be over before it's begun, do we? " He said breathlessly. He hauled her up against him and kissed her before whispering into her mouth... " ...my turn. "

Molly was expecting to be tossed on her back.

Sherlock rarely did what was expected of him.

Instead he pushed her up, as he skooched farther down. Molly moaned and grabbed the top of the headboard for support. Sherlock's hair brushing against her lower belly. His hands on her bottom, moving her into position, as he slip his tongue along her slit. His tongue thrust into her and Molly's head fell back as she bit back a scream of pleasure. Sherlocks hands encourged her, telling her without words to fuck his mouth. His tongue curled just enough to hit her gspot skillfully. She rocked against his face feeling the heat build stronger and stronger. Finally, Sherlock withdrew his tongue from her entrance and ran it firmly against her clit, rubbing and nipping then sucking. Molly feared she'd break the headboard if she wasn't careful. Finally, she herself broke, and she shuddered against him, heightened by the feel of Sherlock's tongue licking up the juices that flowed freely from her.

Molly reached behind her and started to stroke him again. Sherlock stilled her hand and rolled her onto her back. He stared down at her, his lips and chin wet and heat in his eyes as thier deep blue depths searched hers. She wondered what he was waiting for. Finally, he smirked, knew she was at just the right peak. He slipped back down and flicked the tip of his tongue against her clit just twice and she came even harder.

When he came back over her he gave her a cocky grin.

"More addictive than heroine. So sweet. I don't know how long I will last. I wanted to make sure you were satisfied no matter what. "

Molly was sure glad she had what she was convinced was the most generous of husbands.

Sherlock balanced his weight on one hand as Molly looked down to see him grip himself with his free hand, guiding himself to her entrance. His slowly pushed the head into her warmth. He held his breath and closed his eyes trying to stay calm. Slowly, Sherlock slid the rest of his hard member into her until he was up to the hilt. He brought his other arm up and at a slow pace began to pump into her. Molly looked down at where they met, as Sherlock's stomach rippled with each thrust. The view was highly erotic. She ran her hands along his stomach before pulling him down so he was closer. Sherlock bent to take a nipple into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue as he sucked it hard.

Sherlock pulled on of her legs higher so her knee was almost to her head as his thrusts increased pace. Molly reached down and grabbed his arse, digging her fingernails into his flesh. Sherlock started slowing pace, pulling out teasingly before one long thrust, then pulling out again. Molly felt herself building and knew it wouldn't be long now. SHe could see from Sherlock's expression he was on the edge himself. She wanted nothing more than to have them fall over together.

She grasped harder on his arse and looked threw her head back.

"gah...harder! Faster...please... "

Sherlock obeyed and their mingled moans and breath almost echoed in the room. Sherlock was going at Molly so hard, her hips were half a foot off the bed with each thrust from impact alone. With one final thrust where Sherlock pushed forward and Molly met in in mid air, they were frozen in that spot, but coming so hard they thought they would break apart.

After what seemed an eternity, they both fell back onto the bed and just held tight to each other, still joined.

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Molly smiled in the memory of such a wonderful morning. Hopefully one of many. She briefly thought of taking the opportunity of having Laura out with John to have a little fun with Sherlock on the couch. She discarded the idea. They had a lot of work to do.

She would do this for him. For all of them. Sherlock had indeed been trying very hard to be a good husband and father. She knew he had little need for affection, but he made every attempt to acknowledge she did need it. They'd hold hands, watching telly. He'd bring her hand up for a kiss now and then. He hugged and kissed her each time they parted.

He never told her he loved her. He was still learning. But then, Molly thought, men can always tell you they love you, but not show they care at all. She was indeed a lucky woman.

So she took to the boxes with renewed fervor. It was then she noticed the tapes.

"We already have these, Sherlock. And on DVD. Why would you grab these? "

"Just had a feeling. " He said, not looking up from the photographs.

Molly noticed something then. The tapes were awfully light.

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John sat and watched Laura play with the puppy at the ice cream shop. He would have to talk to Sherlock about this. A dog wouldn't be a bad idea. Dogs are fiercely loyal animals. A little added protection wouldn't go amiss in this situation.

He smiled tenderly as she fell on her back as the pup came over her licking her face. Then his smile broadened...

Laura actually started to laugh.

John bit on his lower lip and decided he wouldn't tell Sherlock. It would hurt him to know he missed it.

"Come now, Laura. Lets get to the park, ok? It will be tea time soon. "

Laura nodded and thanked Mr. Lipton for letting her play with the puppy. He smiled at her and handed her a stick of candy, before ruffling her hair.

"Any time, dear one. He likes you, this one. Doesn't take like this to me or any of the other kids that come in. Guess that makes you special, right? "

Laura's chest went out in small show of pride, before reaching for John's hand.

"Alright, little bit. Lets get going. " he said, leading her from the shop.

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Sherlock took the tapes Molly handed him and opened them. There were no cassettes inside. Instead there was a memory stick, taped to the inside along with a note. The note simply read

Help her.

A feeling of dread hit Sherlock.

"Molly, darling, I'm hungry."

"You? "

"Can you please just get me a small take away? Some pasta, maybe? "

Molly didn't like the look in his eyes, but did as he asked and left.

Sherlock watched her leave then got up and went to his laptop, popping the memory stick in. There were several video files.

Sherlock clicked on the first one. Dated 9/09

He saw Laura as an extremely small baby. She was laying there with a glazed look in her eyes. he could hear voices in the back round. A woman and a man. He recognized the man's voice immediately and the hair on his neck stood up.

"It isn't right I tell you. She is too young. You'll kill her! " The woman said

"Darling... trust me. This is no ordinary child. Now do as you are told. If you don't...well...you know what happens then. "

"Please... "

"Then do...as...you...are...told. "

The video ended shortly after. Sherlock heard feet scuffling right before the feed cut off. He deduced the woman was documenting this purposely.

One by one, Sherlock went through the dated files on the stick. He was mixed in his feeling. Part of him was getting to watch his child grow and develop. But the things he saw...

There were some files that were filmed in infa red. He could see Laura sitting in a corner in a pitch black room no bigger than Sherlocks bathroom. She sat with her knees up, head buried in her arms. Now and again, when voices could be heard she'd look up with a look that could only be described as haunted. The voices were arguing again.

In a file dated about two years before Laura came to him, he finally spotted Moriarty.

He was sitting across from Laura smiling. He was telling her stories. But these were not fairy tales. They were true. And familiar.

They were cases Sherlock had worked on.

"Come now, Laura, my princess. So how does the prince find the nice lady's phone? Where is it? "

In front of Laura are pictures, Sherlock knew came from the Yard. How did he get them? Crime scene pictures.

"She had to have had a suitcase. "

"Gooooood. " Moriarty said sing song. " How does the prince find the suitcase? "

And on and on. So many of his cases, from before he met John to Baskerville, Moriarty plied Laura to figure out the cases.

If Sherlock wasn't so angry, he'd be impressed. Defiantly a consulting detective in the making. In fact, Sherlock swelled with pride, when his daughter, at age 4, figured out about the fog at Dewer's Hollow sooner than he did.

But when she didn't figure things out in a timely enough manner...

Laura was put in the dark room. To think, he'd say. Have nothing to concentrate on but the case. Nothing to distract.

Her "mind palace".

Other times, it was worse. There was one file he saw bruises on her arms, and the side of her face. Sherlock watched in horror, as "Uncle Jim" took her by the arms and shook her so hard it looked as if her neck would break.

"I don't have time for this you stupid little freak! If you want the prince to come you must tell me what he knows! "

And then he back handed her.

Sherlock didn't know what he reacted to more. His child being abused, or being called a freak. But something snapped in him.

With a loud animalistic growl, Sherlock stood up and threw his laptop against the wall. Then took to throwing everything he could reach. He flipped over the couch, chairs, table, threw papers all over, his beloved skull getting a new fracture as it hit the kitchen floor. The whole time, Sherlock was screaming like a banshee. Horrible sounds he couldn't have identified as coming from anything human if he tried. He started on his books, one hitting the telly, smashing it's screen. Another broke the window and landed on the sidewalk...at Molly's feet. She stepped back in shock and looked up at the window. Then she heard Sherlock's howling. She started running for the door, dropping the take away on the steps as she reached the knob. She ran up the stairs and threw open the door.

Sherlock was ripping the couch cushions apart. His face was contorted in anger and pain. He saw Molly then, and stopped. He stood in the middle of the room shaking.

Molly walked to him slowly. All these years of bottling up emotion led to this. She knew it.

She stopped a foot away from him. His eyes were wild still, and he turned them to look at her.

"Sherlock? Its me, my love. What's wrong? What can I do? "

Sherlock could see she was frightened. That he frightened her. But that one statement of unconditional love and support even through fear was his undoing.

Molly closed the distance between them and took his face in her hands, her eyes searching his.

Tears started to fall from ice blue eyes that looked as if they contained a broken soul.

Sherlock's knees buckled and he started to fall. Molly tried to hold him up, but came down with him hard onto the floor. Sherlock pulled his knees up and closed his eyes. Trying to push it all away. But it wouldn't. Couldn't leave.

Molly sat close to him, brushing his hair with her fingers softly and murmuring words of comfort, his face buried in his hands.

"What do you need, Sherlock? "

At that, she felt Sherlock's shoulders begin to shake in deep wracking sobs. Before long, the sound of his crying was worrying Molly more. If he didn't calm down soon, he'd make himself ill. But then, just maybe instead of making him sick...

This would help him heal.