A/N: Once again, just want to say thank you to everyone that has followed, reviewed etc... Now, this chapter is based around 'His last vow'. So enjoy.

Christmas. A time for good spirit and cheer. Or that's what I thought...

25TH DECEMBER: CHRISTMAS DAY:

"I don't want anything touching the laptop."

Originally the plan was to spend Christmas with my husband. But seeing as that plan quickly disintegrated, I was stuck spending Christmas with the Holmes'. To be fair they were a nice family. But it meant that I would have to eat at the same table as Mycroft. Yes, talk about awkward. Also after Mary and John's relationship troubles, the tension was obvious. The smell of alcohol and food was getting all too much for my senses. Like I said, I'm not an alcohol person. Sitting up firmly, I made a quick escape for the front door. However, I was suddenly stopped by Mrs Holmes.

"You alright Juliet?" She asked sweetly. I nodded my head and smiled,

"I'm fantastic, honestly. I just need a cigarette." Sherlock, who was sat in the corner, raised his eyebrows,

"You don't smoke." He said bluntly. I shrugged my shoulders and turned to face him,

"Well, I can start." Sherlock scoffed and the room suddenly fell silent. It stayed that way until Mycroft arose from the dining table,

"I think I'll start as well." He gave me a small smile and motioned for me to join him outside. I took hold of his extended arm and exited the small cottage. The weather had been rocky for days. Storms threatening to trash the south coast. Thankfully, it had stopped in time for Christmas day. Outside of the cottage, Mycroft took out a cigarette and held one over to me. Quickly I declined.

"I don't smoke. To be honest, I just wanted to get out of that house." I said coolly. Mycroft moved away from the green front door. He then came to stand beside me, holding the cigarette in his left hand. The smoke was almost blinding.

"One knows how you feel. Try spending an entire childhood there." Laughing, once again internally, I looked up at Mycroft with curious eyes.

"Can I ask you a question Mycroft?"

"Go on." He replied, slightly on edge.

"Why did you kidnap me? I was gone for two days." I said a little too desperately. Mycroft took a long drag from the cigarette and sighed,

"I wanted information out of you. The kidnapping thing normally seems to work. But not with you. you're strong willed Juliet Harrison. I trust that you know I am in knowledge of your time with Jim Moriarty." Sighing along with Mycroft, I nodded my head. Why was he being so calm about this? Technically, I had broken several international laws in the past five years. So, why go from sinister to calm?

"Yes, I know. If you want to arrest me, then you'll have to do it now-" Mycroft threw his cigarette onto the floor and turned around,

"Arrest you? My dearest Juliet, why would I arrest you? No, no, no. Juliet, you was in love. How could I deny that? I apologize for kidnapping you. It was only for the Information, I promise you dear. I would never want to hurt my brothers best friend." Smiling, I stopped Mycroft from moving and leant up to kiss his cheek.

"Thank you. And I mean that Mycroft." Mycroft nodded his head in return and ventured back inside. Now, only to tell him that we're married...

I must have been stood outside for some time, as when I finally decided to make my own way back inside I almost stumbled into John and a very eager Sherlock. Grabbing them both by their sleeves, I pulled them so they were facing me,

"Where are you both going?" I asked briskly. Sherlock flashed me a smile and released himself from my grip,

"For an adventure. You coming?" Looking between the two men, I also flashed a wide grin and grabbed onto Sherlock's hand,

"Where else would I go?"

2 HOURS LATER:

This man was mental. Even crazier than Jim. Charles had given us a short tour around his humble abode. Let's just say, he was insane. Sherlock had given Charles what he wanted. Mycroft's laptop. Something that had never left Mycroft's side since the day he was given it. Although, Charles had sprung a revelation on us. Telling us that Mycroft and the British Government where on their way to arrest us. Some Christmas this was turning out to be, huh? Currently, John was being abused by Charles on his veranda. All Sherlock and I could do was stand back and watch.

"Sherlock? Are you not going to stop him?" I asked fairly loudly. Angry that Sherlock was making us stand and watch. Sherlock placed a hand on my lower back,

"No, I cant." He replied firmly. I turned around to the detective, mouth hanging wide open,

"Sherlock! He is flicking John's eye." Sherlock looked down at me then back up to John. In the distance, a mass of helicopters and soldiers crowded around the large mansion. Sherlock was tense, I could feel it.

"SHERLOCK HOLMES, JULIET HARRISON AND JOHN WATSON. STEP AWAY FROM THAT MAN."

I Looked up into the darkened sky, to see Mycroft sat in the centre helicopter. Charles stood a little further back from John, smiling in glee

"Here we go Mr Holmes." Sherlock walked around myself and John so he was stood facing his opposition.

"To clarify, Appledore's vaults only exist in your mind, nowhere else, just there?" Once again, Charles smiled. Almost as if he was enjoying the showdown,

"They're not real, they never have been."

"SHERLOCK HOLMES, JULIET HARRISON AND JOHN WATSON. STEP AWAY."

Charles tilted his head up and waved his hands about at the helicopters. John and I shared a look then turned back to the madman,

"It's fine, they're harmless." He yelled to them. From all around us, men with guns began to pour in. Scared and frightened, I immediately rushed over to Sherlock,

"Sherlock, what do we do?" I asked, trying to be heard over the roar of the choppers. Sherlock said nothing. I was going to speak once more but I was interrupted by Charles,

"Nothing. There is nothing to be done." He then moved ever so slightly closer to Sherlock. "Oh, I'm no villain. I have no evil plan. I'm a business man acquiring assets. You just happen to be one of them. Sorry, no chance for you to be a hero this time, Mr Holmes." He said sinisterly.

"SHERLOCK HOLMES, JULIET HARRISON AND JOHN WATSON, STAND AWAY FROM THAT MAN. DO IT NOW!"

I could tell Mycroft was getting agitated by the tone of his voice. It was no longer the calm and soothing tone it was before. However, before anyone else could reply to Charles' speech, Sherlock grabbed John's hidden gun and pointed it to the floor.

"Oh, do your research. I'm not a hero, I'm a high-functioning sociopath. Merry Christmas!" Then, Sherlock aimed the gun at Charles' head and fired. Charles was flung back onto the floor. Blood pooling out from underneath his head. John and I moved closer to Sherlock, who quickly re-buffed us. "Get away from me. Stay well back!" He screamed fearlessly. I ran my hand through my blond hair, something which I normally did when I was stressed,

"Christ, Sherlock." I said loudly. Sherlock looked up to Mycroft in the helicopter and Mycroft gave more orders,

"DON'T FIRE! DO NOT FIRE ON SHERLOCK HOLMES! DO NOT FIRE!"

Sherlock turned away from the bright light sharply and focused all of his attention on us,

"Give my love to Mary, John. Tell her she's safe now." John simply stood in shock, not speaking a word to anyone. Sherlock then turned to me. "And Juliet, be strong. I know that you will." Tears began to swell in my eyes as Sherlock started to kneel down, hands high up in the air. I grabbed onto John's loose hand and gave it a squeeze.

THE NEXT DAY:

Sherlock was a murderer. In the words of the wise. Instead of prison, Mycroft had given his younger brother a job. Some undercover work for six months somewhere in Europe. Russia, I think. John, Mary and I had just arrived at the airbase to see him off and say our final farewells. Stood by the plane, was Sherlock and a very bleak looking Mycroft. All three of us exited the car and made our way over. Mary immediately pulled Sherlock into a hug,

"You will look after him for me, won't you?" He asked her huskily. Mary kissed his cheek and nodded,

"Hmm. Don't worry. I'll keep him in trouble." Sherlock smiled,

"That's my girl." Mary moved back over to John swiftly. Sherlock then moved his eyes over to me,

"I don't want you to go." I said, tears welling up in my eyes once again.

"Oh Juliet. Don't cry, you've got your whole life ahead of you. I've never mentioned this before, but, I always thought of you as a part of my family." He said calmly. Blinking away the tears I launched myself into Sherlock's arms. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead. "You where always the emotional one." Laughing, I pulled away and looked up to see him smiling.

"I was. Now, I'll let you talk to John. C'mon Mary. Goodbye Sherlock."

"Goodbye Juliet." I stepped away from Sherlock and locked arms with a heavily pregnant Mary. We both moved away with Mycroft, giving the boys the privacy they needed. About two minutes later, John and Sherlock shook hands and the tall detective took his leave on the small plane. Quickly and swiftly, the plane took off and the great Sherlock Holmes was away...

SOMEWHERE IN LONDON:

"DID YOU MISS ME?"

THE AIR-BASE:

Mycroft had just stepped into his car to take a phone call. John, Mary and I where stood next to it waiting for him to finish. Very suddenly, Mycroft climbed out of the car, he had a look of distress on his face,

"But that's not possible. That is simply not possible." Mary and I shared a look. John stepped forward,

"What's happened?" He asked, all of a sudden curious. Mycroft motioned for us to look inside his car. And there, on the illuminating dashboard was a picture of non other than my husband.

"DID YOU MISS ME? DID YOU MISS ME? DID YOU MISS ME? DID YOU MISS ME?"

The message relayed again and again. I couldn't help but smile. Jim had said on our last conversation that we would be together soon. And that he was going to say hello once more. I never imagined something like this. We all stepped out of the car and Mycroft started to make another call. This time to Sherlock. He was coming home. Mary and John both had worried expressions. I felt that, if I was to play the part, I would have to put one on too.

"But he's dead. I mean, you told me he was dead, Moriarty?" She asked, obviously concerned. I stepped forward and grabbed hold of Mary's hand,

"Absolutely. Blew his own brains out." I said reassuringly. Mary looked over to John,

"So how can he be back?"

"Well if he is, he'd better wrap up warm." We all turned around at the sound of Sherlock's plane landing. "There's an east wind coming."

I gulped. Things can only get better, right? Mycroft stepped out the car and walked over towards me. Now, I had to pretend that I was scared of Jim. Pretend that I didn't expect his return.

"Juliet, are you alright?" I nodded and smiled,

"I'm fine... I just, didn't expect to see him again." Mycroft took out a cigarette and inhaled sharply,

"None of us did. But we'll keep you safe, I promise you."

Nodding once more, all I could think about was Jim. And how wonderful he was. Quietly, I could feel my phone vibrating. Taking it out from my coat pocket, I answered it. Making sure I was away from the crowd of people first,

"Hello darling. Did you miss me?" Oh that Irish wonder...