The sound of yelling woke me from my sleep, greeted by a pounding headache, lovely. I looked over to see I was no longer in Moriarty's house, perhaps my yelling had convinced him. I highly doubted that. I was in my room at Baker street. The endless shouting only helped to agitate my throbbing cranium.
"She's only in danger here, Mycroft."
"Do calm down brother, you just want her out of Baker Street."
"And why would I want that, Mycroft?"
"Perhaps because she may be as intelligent, or maybe even smarter than you, Brother? Hm?"
"Are you daft?"
"Dear brother, you aren't the only Holmes with the ability to read people. I can see how flustered you are now that she is here."
"Well, you would be incorrect, Mycroft."
"Have it your way Sherlock, but the girl stays here."
I couldn't take it anymore, I was going to be a part of this discussion. "The girl has a name, you know."
My brothers looked at me, with very similar emotionless expression. Not a moment later, a false smile was plastered on my oldest brother's face.
"Ah Juliette, how nice to see you up and about." Mycroft's smile stayed in its position on his lips.
"Your false concern is almost comforting. Where were you the multiple times I was kidnapped by that maniac?" There was no getting out now, we were having this conversation.
"Oh that." His confident façade began to fade as he delved into an explanation.
"Yes, that. Unless there's some other kidnapping that occurred that I was unaware of." My teeth were grinding and my fists clenched.
"You see, it was a part of a government mission. This means, I cannot reveal the nature of the case. Surely you understand." His now cocky demeanor was even more bothersome.
"Yes, I do see Mycroft that you are a complete and utter bloody blighter! If I say I want to know what you know then tell me. Good Lord!" My even temperedness had worn off.
"If you really must know, we were attempting to use you to get information on possible targets and other larger criminals in the areas. It would have worked, too, if it weren't for this complete idiot." He gestured to Sherlock who was now in his "mind palace" once again.
"I might have died!" I stared wide eyed at my brother, truly shocked at how insensitive he was being.
"Not a chance, you were completely safe." He scoffed indignantly.
"Tell me again, how was Sherlock at fault during any of this, aside from being a part of this in general?!" I crossed my arms to keep from smacking Mycroft in the face.
"He is whining like a child and making the mission much harder than it was meant to be." He frowned at Sherlock, quite ironic, considering how childlike it appeared.
"Am I even really your sister? Was I just a piece in this disturbing mission of yours? Do you even work for the government? Are we really even in England?" At this point, I was ranting, going off about aliens and anything else I could think of at that point.
"Relax." Mycroft returned his jacket back to its place on his shoulders.
"You are telling me to relax, after you just told me that you had a part in my kidnappings? Let me guess, you're going to ask me to continue the mission next!" I said out of spite.
"Actually yes. We're going to tell Moriarty where are you are and have you kidnapped again…" He looked serious.
"Oh I do hope you are joking." I squinted my eyes at my oldest brother again.
"He isn't." I heard Sherlock say after a needle was injected into my arm.
I felt a thud as I was dropped onto a grassy clearing. Before I had the chance to yell to my captors, no doubt hired by my brother, I tasted fabric wrapped around my mouth. Oh and of course, a blindfold, how original, Mycroft. The whir of a helicopter notified me of his exit and I was left with my thoughts. The smell of honeysuckle mixed with the aroma of fresh lavender far off. I must be in a meadow. I found scents comforting during times such as this. In fact, smell was a sense I greatly depended on while making my deductions. In the midst of my investigation, I picked up an all too familiar musk. As if my situation couldn't get any worse.
"Well, well. If it isn't my favorite Holmes." Revolting, I could even hear the grin on his smug little face, metaphorically. "What's the matter, cat got your tongue? Oh wait." His chuckle sickened me. "I will say, the older Holmes has outdone himself this time. This is a good look for you." Suddenly his voice was much louder, he had gotten closer. I again felt the heat of his breath on the nape of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His fingers grazed my jawline and I flinched.
"Oh I like this game." I truly hoped to God that we weren't in a public place at the moment, because to anyone else this would seem quite inappropriate. As if reading my thoughts, he answered. I know what you are thinking, and no, we are not in a public place of any sort." I was relieved about that fact at least. His hand went to my waist and squeezed lightly. An involuntary gasp was stopped by the piece of fabric that covered my mouth.
"How cute, little Holmes is so sensitive. There is one thing about your attire that I would change." I recognized the absence of his hand on my waist and closed my eyes tightly. When I opened them, I saw the dark, rich brown eyes of the consulting criminal before me. "There, much better." He tipped up my chin and stared into my eyes. "Crystal pools." Promptly kissing my forehead, he snaps his fingers and a group of men lift up my chair. The knots that kept me tied to my chair loosened and I tumbled out of the flimsy piece of wood. Arms flailing, I scrambled around in the air. I braced myself for impact, when I met a pair of arms, rather than the grass below.
"Aw how cute. Falling for me already I see." He laughed to himself as he set me down in the car, eventually sitting beside me. "Luckily for you my dear, we're only a few minutes away from my house." I had been taken all the way to Dublin.
We arrived at the mansion, as Moriarty had said we would, in 10 minutes. He led me into the house and up the stairs to my eggplant colored room.
"Now be a good girl." He said as he removed my gag.
I could breathe out of my mouth once again.
"Much better, see?" He held the bandana gag in his hand.
"Just tell me, what are you trying to prove by kidnapping me?" I still had my hand tied unfortunately, otherwise I would have hit him.
"I thought we were having a good time." He pouted and sat on the bed next to me.
"Leave me alone." I scooted away from him on the bed, all the while, getting entangled in the linen sheets and falling on the carpet.
"No can do, sweetie." He knelt over my tangled figure and scooped me up.
"Put me down." I wiggled in his arms, straining against the sheet.
"So cute when you struggle like that, my little mouse." He held me tighter in his arms.
"Please, just tell me why you're doing this." He laid me onto the bed again.
"Would you believe I'm lonely?" He laughed as if at some inside joke that only he understood.
"Really? Criminal genius, lonely?" I had to laugh at that.
"Aw thank you, I am a genius aren't I? You're so flattering." He paused for a second, "Don't you ever get lonely, Juliette?" I looked into his deep brown eyes, I never saw how much sadness there was in those eyes before. An emptiness I could relate to reflected in them.
"Yes." I said, my voice barely above a whisper. He turned so I came face to face with him, and he cupped the back of my head in his hand. Instead of the rough, sloppy kiss from the night before, this one was caring and empathetic.
He coughed after breaking the kiss and stepped out of the bed. "Dinner will be ready at 6."
My mind was all over the place so I closed my eyes, I needed a nap. I woke at 5:30. Over on the dresser was the most beautiful dress that I had ever seen, or should I say gown? Black with grey lace. Definitely, not something I would buy for myself. Much too elegant for me, but amazing, nonetheless. The dress fit me perfectly. What am I doing? Walking to dinner with a psychopath, great once again you are acting insane.
Then again, what am I supposed to do? My brothers don't seem to care at all. I'm just some woman that shares the same father. A homeless woman would have worked just as well. What was I thinking? At least I wouldn't starve if I died so why not?
"Juliette, dinner's re…" I was standing in the doorway when Moriarty almost dropped the dish he was carrying.
"Is something wrong?" I suddenly felt very self-conscious under his stare.
"No, not at all. You're stunning actually." He had put the food on the table and took my hand in his.
"I'm not completely sure that I can sit in this dress." I faked a laugh.
"You can always sit on my lap." His devilish grin returned. I groaned in disgust.
"Can I not eat one meal with you, without having my appetite spoiled?"
"Nope."
