A/N: Thank you for all of the follows and reviews! It means a lot, thank you! :] Now it's time to bring the big guns out... ;] Will Sherlock confront our Juliet? Find out and see...

All I wanted was a fresh start. Away from the hustle and bustle of Baker Street. And for a couple of weeks, that's what Jim and I had. A fresh start. I felt at home for the first time in a long time. Mycroft's words still played back in my mind. But Jim would do something completely and utterly romantic, and the doubt was pushed away. The secret, my secret. Was still out there, hopefully safe with Mycroft. I'd heard nothing from Sherlock and to be perfectly honest, I didn't want to speak to him. I had everything I could ever ask for right here in Glasgow...

GLASGOW:

Life was excellent. Married life was excellent. Everything was excellent. Jim and I were stronger than ever. Recently, Jim had taken some time away to visit London. Probably to continue his little fascination with my best friend. Instead of being the boring housewife, I had got myself a neat little job. To be fair it wasn't much, but it kept me going whilst Jim was away.

"Good afternoon Juliet." I looked up from my phone to see our neighbour in her garden. She was a short woman in her 60's. It wasn't too long ago when her husband passed away, so I stopped to chat whenever I could get the chance. The Yeoman's were a lovely couple. Never got in your business and was always there to lend an extra hand if needed be.

"Good afternoon Helena. How are you today?" I asked kindly. She turned around from her weeding and gave me a toothy grin.

"Never been better dear." Smiling in return, I pushed my key into the lock but Mrs Yeoman looked round at me once again. "Oh, I forgot to tell you dear. You have a visitor. Friend of yours I think." She said innocently. I nodded my head in thanks and entered the townhouse. As I entered, I could vaguely hear talking coming from the living room. Slowly, I placed my bag onto the sideboard, grabbing my handgun out of it as I did. It was only recently that I had started to carry a gun with me. Jim had said that I need protection. I just thought it was sweet he wanted me safe. Moving out from the hall and into the living room, I positioned my gun in front of me. I stopped as soon as I entered.

"Well, well, well Juliet."

"Oh, you bastard." There, sat in Jim's armchair, was the one man I didn't want to see. Sherlock. He was sat up straight. His eyes boring into mine. Lowering the gun, I took a sharp breath. "Sherlock. What-What are you doing here?" I asked, shaking.

"I could ask you the same, Mrs Moriarty." He said coolly. I looked around the room, making sure nobody else was in here with us. Nothing was untouched, typical Sherlock. Sitting in the seat across from him, I took another deep breath.

"How about we play a game Sherlock. Just you and me?" Sherlock sat forward, eyes still focused on me.

"I don't play games. You know that Juliet." I mirrored his pose,

"Well, today you do. So, here's how it goes. I'll ask you a question then you can ask me one. How does that sound?" Sherlock shrugged his shoulders and leant back. I smiled softly and continued. "Question one. How did you find me?"

"That's not really a question-"

"Just answer it." I snapped back. Sherlock lifted his head up slightly,

"Mycroft informed me about your whereabouts. Told me a little about your recent relationship problems." Mycroft had told him. Mycroft had betrayed my trust. Oh my god, what would Jim do now? I couldn't let Mycroft get to Jim. I couldn't.

"I didn't know Mycroft was such a snitch. Next time I'll be more careful in giving out my secrets. Your turn."

"Why? Why Moriarty?" I looked down at the floor and sighed,

"To be honest Sherlock, I don't know. I fell in love with the most dangerous man in Britain and expected my life to run as normal. After meeting you and John, my life changed so much. The thrill of the chase, going to all of the crime scenes. Everything made me feel so alive. Then, I met James. He was dangerous and I loved it. I loved every single minute of it. I still do. Ask me another question." Sherlock stood up and started to pace.

"What made you keep him a secret?" His tone was a hushed one. I could feel the tears starting to fall,

"You and James were enemies. What was I supposed to do, Sherlock? Loose the only man I'd ever loved? Or loose the only family I had? I wasn't betraying your trust, if you were wondering about that. I didn't want to loose anyone. So, I kept it a secret. I thought that it would all work out. To be honest Sherlock, I'm surprised you never deduced it." I said through all of my tears. Sherlock stopped his pacing and turned to face me,

"Has he ever... Hurt you?" He said quietly. Almost sounded as if he was crying too. I looked deeply into his grey eyes and shook my head,

"Never. He's never hurt me. He wouldn't dare if he did." Sherlock raised an eyebrow,

"How do you mean?" He asked curiously, starting sound like the Sherlock I used to know. Smiling weakly, I looked away from him,

"My best friend is a high-functioning sociopath, who knows how to fire a gun." Suddenly, Sherlock kneeled down in-front of me and stared deeply into my eyes once again. "Do you hate me now?" I asked sadly.

"No." I was shocked by Sherlock's revelation. He wasn't mad at me? The tall detective took my hands into his. "I could never hate you. It's true that I will never accept of your relationship with him. As I do not understand the prospect of love. That is mostly John's department. And also because you're married to the man I hate the most. However, I could never hate you because there is nothing about you to hate. What you did, for all of those years; was brave. You didn't want to hurt anyone and I can only admire that." Sherlock then did something that shocked me even more. He smiled.

"Really? But, what about Mycroft? What about you and James? What am I supposed to do?"

"Run. I can't promise you your fairy-tale ending my dear. You've fallen for the villain not the hero. Mycroft wants Moriarty dead. I'm the one who has to solve all of his puzzles. My opinion is irrelevant right now. All I want, is for you to be safe. And remember Juliet. If it get's too much, just keep running."

He then placed a soft kiss on my cheek and left the house.

A FEW HOURS LATER:

I must of fallen asleep in the chair, as when I awoke, I was no longer there. Instead, I was fully spread out on the bed in the master bedroom. Propping myself up on my elbows, I could hear the shower running. Jim must be home. My questions where answered 20 minutes later when the Irish wonder stepped out fully clothed. Shame. He saw me awake and moved over,

"Hi." Jim said smoothly, placing a hand on my lower back. I smiled and cupped his cheek,

"Hi. How was London?" I asked softly. Jim pulled a funny looking face, making me giggle.

"It was alright. No sign of Sherlock." The statement felt like a punch in the stomach. Do I tell Jim? Or do I keep it in? No. No more secrets.

"Jim. Sherlock was here. After you told me to tell Mycroft, Sherlock came after me." Jim looked calm, like he was expecting this.

"I had a feeling this would happen. What did he say?" He asked. I smiled,

"Well, we played 20 questions. Then he said that he wasn't mad. And that I had to run. But I don't think he was talking about from you. Did you know that if I told Mycroft everything, Sherlock would come here?" I looked at my husband with curious eyes. He nodded and smiled,

"No, but I had a feeling. This was all part of Mycroft's plan, love. He wants me dead and is using Sherlock to get to me. There is now a third person to count in our little game."

"Oh my darling." I moved myself off the bed and onto Jim's lap. "We'll be safe. Don't worry, Sherlock gave me some good advice earlier today. He said that, if things ever get too much, then I should run." Jim's face softened.

"Do you honestly feel safe here? With me? Do you want to run from me?" He said quietly.

"I felt safe the minute I laid my eyes on you. And I'm right where I want to be. Here with you. Our home. You're my consulting criminal and I wouldn't change you for the world. And I wouldn't be running on my own, you'd be there in your fabulous Westwood running along side me." We both smiled at each other, getting lost in one another's eyes. I leaned into kiss Jim but he beat me to it as he pulled me close and kissed me hungrily. We both fell against the bed and continued the passion. But, I had to stop. There was something else that I had to tell Jim. "Jim?" I asked, pulling away from him. "Jim, I have to tell you something." His face started to grow concern,

"Is everything alright? What is it love?" Smiling at his concern, I took one of his hands and placed it on my stomach. His eyes travelled to where I had placed his hand.

"I'm pregnant Jim. We're going to be parents." I said softly. Jim looked up at me and down at where his hand was. Then, a warm smile spread across his face and that was all I needed for me to know he was happy.

"I, the evil, consulting criminal is going to be a father?" Nodding along to his statement, another smile crept upon my face.

"Are you happy?"

"Happy? My love, I'm on top of the world." He stood up from the bed and pulled me up with him. Then he pulled me close and placed a hand on my stomach once more. "I promise, to always keep you and the baby safe. I will be best father they could ever ask for and I will never let anyone harm either of you."

"I love you Jim."

"I love you too Juliet."

3RD P.O.V:

"We've got to get her out of there. She is the only way Moriarty will come out and play. If she's in danger, he'll do anything."

"What about Sherlock, Mr Holmes?"

"Sherlock is weak when it comes to the Moriarty's. He'll crumble at Jim's games, he always does. And Juliet, well Juliet's loyalties have been torn since the minute she met Moriarty. Now just have to tear them up some more. Juliet is the key. Once she's out of the way, both Sherlock and Jim will want to play. So, Greg? Will you help?"

A/N: DRAMA! And Mycroft is so wicked isn't he? Let me know what you think! :]