A/N: How are we all on this fine Evening/Morning/Afternoon? Just a bit of small talk before we continue with the drama. ;] Anyway, now we see some nice Jim/Juliet moments now. That's what this chapter is really, just happiness and fluff. Then I'm going to bring some more drama and maybe give you all a glimpse of who the mysterious PW is? ;]
FRANCE: PARIS: JIM & JULIET'S VILA:
Survival. That's what this was all about now. Trying to live and survive in this mad world. Jim had bought us a neat little villa in the South of France and honestly, it was perfect. Close by to the sea, we could have our privacy away from others and the press. Who, by the way, were still onto us. It's like Jim and I had become celebrities since the trial. I wasn't too pleased about that. However, the threat of PW was still there. We'd had no further calls or texts. But, to my delight, Sherlock had been in contact. Checking up on how we were and how Ellie was doing. Wrapping my silk dressing gown around me, I stepped onto the veranda and made my way over to my peaceful husband. In his chair, Jim was silently holding Ellie. Cooing things into her small ear. Smiling, I took a seat next to them,
"Good morning." Jim raised his sunglasses and gave me his signature smile,
"Good morning love. How are you?" He asked softly,
"Alright. Little miss over there, kept me up most of the night." I replied with a yawn. Jim frowned and reached over for my hand,
"Don't worry, I'll look after her today. You rest. Then, I'll make you something nice."
It was a good thing I was tired, as the time seemed to fly by. Most of the time, I spent the day by the pool. In the house, I could hear Jim flitting about with Ellie and talking to his counterparts on the other side of the world. Wrapping my silk wrap around my shoulders and placing my tablet onto the poolside table, I ventured into the large villa. Inside the lights had been dimmed. Candles lay in the middle of the dinning table, each light perfectly. The aroma of the food travelled into the room, making my senses explode once more. Suddenly, the doors opened and out came my newly-domesticated husband,
"Ah, there you are. My beautiful, wonderful, marvellous wife." He said in his Irish lit. Chuckling to myself, I took a seat and waited upon my meal. Jim moved back into the kitchen and re-appeared with two plates. When he put his mind to it, Jim made a brilliant waiter. Smoothly, he placed the meal down in front of me and sat down with his own. The contents looked scrumptious. He'd made a spiced-steak with supporting salad. God. My husband was a genius. Tucking in, I glanced over at the Irish Wonder sat across from me,
"This Jim, is amazing. I applaud your skills." I said with a mouthful of steak. Jim raised an eyebrow and set his fork down,
"That's not the first time you've said that." Setting my own fork down, I, myself cocked an eyebrow up,
"Oi, cheeky. How was Ellie?" I asked softly,
"She was surprisingly quiet. Slept no problem." We continued to ask about how each others day had gone. Then abruptly, Jim raised himself from the table and cleared away the plates. Sitting back into my chair, I watched him leave the room only to re-enter once again. He then walked over to the stereo and flicked the on switch. The soulful sounds of John Newman entered the dining room. Taking me by the hand, Jim lead us outside onto the veranda. The music was loud enough to be audible but not too loud that it would bother Ellie. Leaning in closer to Jim, he placed his hand onto my waist and we began to move around soulfully,
"Sometimes, I wonder what my life would've been like we'd never met. If you never stopped that drunkard in the club. I'd probably be one of Sherlock's lackeys, working with John and making cups of tea with Mrs Hudson." I said softly into Jim's ear. Jim twirled me around and turned me so I was facing him,
"So do I. But, I don't want to think about what I would've been like. I think I would be in an asylum. You've stopped that though and I'm so thankful." He said thoughtfully. Bringing my hand up to his cheek, I rubbed my hand over his stubble,
"Well, I'm glad I could help." Smiling, I leaned closer and kissed his lips softly. Jim then wrapped two arms around my waist and began to kiss me back with a roar of passion. We stood for a minute, just being intimate with each other. "I've missed this. I've missed just being us."
"Me too. But bloody Mycroft had to come between us." Jim said in an angry tone. Placing my hands onto his face, I tried to calm him down,
"Jim, that's gone now. It's just you, me and Ellie." We then kissed again. This time much more softly, like we were taking time with each other. Resting my back onto the stone wall, Jim started to kiss down my neck. Sending sparks all around my body. I raised a hand onto Jim's shoulder-blade, stopping him from going any further. I mean, the neighbours might see,
"What's the matter love? Is everything alright? Am I going too fast?" He asked, very concerned. I shook my head and smiled,
"No, no. I think we should maybe take this upstairs? You know, away from the neighbours?" Jim cracked a smile and pulled me into the house. Dragging me upstairs and running into the bedroom. Slamming the door behind us.
3 'O' CLOCK IN THE MORNING:
Waking up, I could see that Jim was no longer led next to me. Thunder crashed outside and the lightning bolts flashed across the window. Quickly, I sat up in the bed and wrapped the sheet around my bareness. Where was Jim? That's when I heard the crash. Jumping up out of bed, I threw on my clothes and raced out onto the landing. But before I left the room, I reached into Jim's coat pocket and pulled out his handgun. Safety was priority. My first thoughts went to Ellie. Opening the door to her room, I saw she was sleeping soundly in her crib. Making the mental note that she was safe, I closed the door and continued down the landing. Another crash made me jump. Causing me to grab onto the railing beside me.
'BANG'
My eyes widened. Fear and adrenaline pumping around inside of my veins. Descending downstairs, I could hear the sound of voices. One or two French, the other American. Clicking the safety off the gun, I round the corner. Three men stood with balaclavas, all hovering around a body,
"What the hell are you doing in my house?" I screeched angrily. The three men gave each other looks and started to retreat the house. But before they could escape I fired three clear shots at each man. All falling down onto the stone floor in a heap. It was then, when I saw him. The body then men had been hovering over was Jim. Jim had been shot. Rushing over to him, I started to treat the wound and started to stop the blood. But he was loosing it at a massive rate. Tearing my shirt off, I wrapped it over the wound by his lungs. I then pulled my phone out and called for the ambulance. They told me they would be no longer than five minutes, however, Jim's current state was starting to deteriorate,
"Jim?" I asked loudly. "Jim? Stay with me, c'mon, It's ok. Stay with me Jim, please." Jim opened his eyes and I could tell he was trying to hold on. The medical crew arrived and as I collected Ellie, they told me that they had no time to waste. So as the ambulance sped off into the distance, I ran next door. Hoping the old couple would be awake. Luckily for me, they had been. They'd agreed to look after Ellie until I was able to get back home. I guess having good neighbours does count for something. Grabbing the car keys, I hurriedly drove up to the hospital.
THE HOSPITAL:
The traffic had been terrible for three in the morning. Finally reaching my destination, I shakily locked the car and raced inside. There wasn't a single soul inside. Except for the staff nurse working on the desk and the odd doctor flitting about occasionally. Taking a seat in the abandoned waiting area, I rested my head in my hands and let out a exhausted sigh. Why did everything happen to us? What did I do to deserve this hell?
"Mrs Moriarty?" Looking up, I saw the doctor stood in front of me. He was in his late fifties and had a receding hairline. That fact comforted me just a little. The doctor took the seat opposite me and stared deeply into my eyes,
"Is he ok? Please god, please tell me he's alive." The doctor place a hand onto my knee,
"He's alive, Mrs Moriarty. The bullet went deep but didn't do much damage. We we're able to retrieve it but unfortunately, we've had induce your husband into a coma."
"A-a coma?" I asked shakily. The doctor raised himself up and handed me a cup of coffee,
"I'm afraid so, I'll get the nurse to call you through when you can see him. I believe the doctors are stilling examining your husband." I nodded and took a sip of my coffee,
"Alright, thank you Doctor." The Doctor nodded his head in return and left the room. Slumping back into the seat, I pulled out my phone and saw that I had a text:
To Juliet Moriarty-From UNKNOWN: I told you that you couldn't run. PW
Gasping loudly, I foolishly sent a text back.
To UNKNOWN-From Juliet Moriarty: Who is this?
A reply came, no longer than four seconds later.
To Juliet Moriarty-From UNKNOWN: Your worst nightmare. PW
Deleting both messages straight away, I quick dialled the nearest number I could find. After a few rings the caller picked up,
"Hello?"
"Sherlock. It's Jim. He's been shot. The doctors have placed him into a coma. Oh, Sherlock. I need him. I need someone here." I cried out,
"Don't worry Juliet. I'm here. Give us two hours, we won't be long. Mycroft will want to be there as-well." He said sternly,
"Ok." I ended the call and let the phone drop to the floor. What was I going to do? I needed Jim. He was being cruelly taken from me once again. Whoever this PW was, was going to experience hell like he never has before.
A/N: So, I lied. There was some happiness. But then I kind of brought the new plot twist in there. Sad-times. Nevermind ;] I hope you enjoyed this chapter. More drama to come. So... who is PW? ;]