A/N: 'Ello, Ello'! Right, next chapter. I'm excited to be continuing this story, a sequel was defiantly too early. Ok, Let's continue.
Belgium was a small place. Full of fields and there was plenty of Battlefields. Looking over to Jim, I felt a wave of guilt crash down onto me. This was all my fault. Everything was my fault. But, the Jim sat next to me, was the not the one I was used to seeing. This Jim seemed to be mellow, almost a little too soft. Where had the Soldier gone? The insane psychopath? Oh, that's right. I destroyed him. Everything was my fault. Glancing over once more, I reached across for his hand,
"Calm yourself." Jim said soothingly. Smiling a little, I squeezed his hand,
"But Jim, I can't. His threat, I mean, it hit home hard. I can't ignore it." A small tear escaped and more threatened to fall. Jim raised his free hand, moving it to the corner of my eye; wiping the cascading tear away. Moments like this made me feel warm inside. We hadn't had many since the warehouse incident and Jackson. The traffic had calmed since this morning. Only a few cars passed by, all minding their own business. Mycroft was residing at the British Embassy in Brussels. And apparently, so was Ellie,
"I know. I wish that my Network was still together." He paused, taking a deep breath. "Then all of our problems would be fixed and sorted. Juliet, please. Don't let this man get to your head. For my sake and for Ellie's. She needs you and to be honest, so do I."
"I'm sorry Jim. I really am." I said shakily.
"Don't apologise, please. None of this is your doing." Somehow, his words didn't seem convince me.
BRITISH EMBASSY: BRUSSELS:
Arriving at the Embassy in a mere hour, Jim and I exited the car and entered the grand building. We stopped at the front desk and waited to be given access. From our left, a woman exited the lift. She was a short woman with long, brown hair. Walking up to us, she held out her hand. Jim gave me a sideways glance as I grasped hold of her hand,
"Hello. You must be the Moriarty's." Jim and I nodded in unison. "Well, I'm Lisa, Mycroft's new secretary. I've been ordered to take you up. I suspect that you are little Ellie's mother?"
"Yes. How is she?" I asked sweetly. Lisa smiled and released my hand,
"Ellie? Oh, Ellie's fine. A little trooper, I tell you. Mycroft has defiantly taken a shine to her. Now, if you'll just follow me. We'll go up now." All three of us crammed into the small lift and ascended up to Mycroft's office. Once up there, a feeling of familiarity entered my mind. My life was becoming a little to predictable. Lisa stopped us at a set of oak doors. She knocked three times. A voice called her to enter and within seconds the doors had swung open. On the other side stood Mycroft, holding my shining light of hope; Ellie. As we entered, Ellie's eyes brightened up and smiled over to us,
"Ma." She said loudly. Tears started to fall once more as we moved deeper into the room. Mycroft gently passed the girl over to me and I soon engulfed her with a whole load of love. If it hadn't of been for Jackson, I would've been quite content right here, right now. But that was not to be. Jim placed a hand on the small of my back and kissed the small infant. Why couldn't we be a normal family? Why? Passing Ellie over to Jim, I advanced on Mycroft. His posture looked a little worse for ware, but I wasn't to care. Oh no. He had kept this from me and caused me to get tortured for it,
"Juliet." He said carefully. His voice full of caution and weariness. Mycroft remained me of my uncle in a way,
"Mycroft." I replied shortly. Ice dripping from my tone. Moving closer, I rested my hands on my hips. "I never knew that you had another brother. It came as a bit of a shock when I found out that my kidnapper was a Holmes. Not the nicest of feeling's if I'm being honest. When were you going to tell me?" Taking a long breath, Mycroft rested his palms onto the desk,
"Never. Initially, my brother was meant to stay in the hands of the Russian government. Out of sight, out of mind. Never in my time did I expect the KGB to fail me." Mycroft's face had a look of distress plastered across it. Like a man who had seen many troubles. Moving my hands off of my hips, I took a seat on the sofa's arm,
"What did he do?"
"As a child, we had always wanted a sister. Someone that I could teach, someone that Sherlock could play Pirates with. But it was not to be. Our mother had Jackson and that was the last of it. Unfortunately, Jackson had something wrong with him. Murder was always on his mind, all day-everyday. No matter what he did, murder would always come into it. At the age of 18, he committed his first crime. Jackson blamed mother and father. Claiming they hadn't done their job, so to speak. Before his trial, he even tried to murder them. Sherlock and I stopped him just in time." I couldn't believe what Mycroft was telling me. There was no way this was true. No way,
"Oh my god. Seriously?" Mycroft nodded. "So, why does he want to kill you?" I asked cautiously,
"Resentment. I fully suspect hat he has some elaborate plan to kill us. However, it won't work." His attitude shocked me. Jim and the others had left the room, probably to give us some privacy. Now realising that we had been in fact alone the whole time, I moved dangerously close to the eldest Holmes Brother,
"Resentment? Really? Because the way he put it, Jackson was quite intent on murdering you and Sherlock. Probably for much more than Resentment."
"What did he tell you? Juliet, I need you to tell me." His voice had become much more stern. Taking a deep breath, I had no chance to hold back the tears,
"He threatened to kill you, me and everyone that I love. I think his message is pretty much out there." Wiping a few tears away, I lowered my tone. "Mycroft, I cannot and will not, stand by and watch you all burn. I have duty to protect my family. You, Sherlock even Mrs Hudson. You are all family to me." Mycroft moved behind his desk and poured himself a whiskey. Offering me one, I politely declined. Drinking had no effect on me. Taking a large swig, Mycroft's demure changed and looked me dead in the eye,
"Do not go after that man. Leave him to me. If that kidnapping was a message then I shall deal with it. Not you."
"But Mycroft, I-" He cut me off,
"No Juliet. Do not get involved. Please, for your own sanity. I know of your past and he may use that against you. He may even try to pull you into his little web of lies. Stay away from this case. He's dangerous, too dangerous. If I burn, I burn." Now pleading, I shook my head in disbelief,
"Don't make me take a step back. Please Mycroft. Please. He'll kill you. He'll kill Sherlock. And worst of all, he'll kill me, Ellie and Jim." I cried. Mycroft slammed his glass down. Making the room silent,
"No. I can put a stop to it. Now, take Jim and Ellie. You need to go back to London. That is an order."
"An order?" I asked incredulously. Mycroft nodded and gave a cruel smile,
"An order. You'll be safe. I wish you a pleasant journey." With our argument over, I headed to the large door, stopping for a moment. I turned my head back to Mycroft and caught his eye,
"This isn't over Mycroft. No matter what you say, I will put a stop to that man. I just cannot stand to watch you burn." Then I left the room quickly, not bothering to look back. Down by the front doors, Jim stood holding Ellie. He raised a curious eyebrow at my frustrated expression,
"Problem?" I shook my head,
"No. Mycroft's too stubborn. Or, I guess so am I. But he wouldn't allow me to help." Jim shrugged his shoulders,
"Maybe he was right? Maybe you shouldn't get involved?" Laughing at his suggestion, I opened the front door,
"Oh, Jim. I can't do that. That man threatened to hurt my family. Any soul that crosses that line, is best considered dead. I've stood back and watched people burn before, never again." Suddenly, a large scream sounded from inside the building. I looked over to Jim and made to enter back inside. Jim placed a hand onto my waist, but I quickly shook him off. "Go to the car, I'll be back soon." He nodded and left the building with Ellie. A hoard of men and women pushed their way past, wanting to escape the madness. What had happened? Climbing the grand staircase, I checked the hallways. Clear. Further up, I could see a small body lying lifeless on the ground. As I came closer, the identity became clear. It was Lisa. Lifting a hand up to my mouth in horror, I tried not to scream. Who would do something like this? Lisa was so innocent. She had her whole life mapped out in-front of her. Checking over the body for the wound, the sound of others screaming became almost intolerable. I found the wound and gasped in pure shock. Her Stomach and that wasn't all. Oh no. Lisa was pregnant too. Anger flowed through my body and soon I was starting off in search of who did this. Soon arriving at Mycroft's office, I could see the door was slightly ajar. I peeked through the gap and could see two figures. One dressed up in black, the other was a very distressed Mycroft. I had no gun, I had nothing to attack with. For a split second, I turned away to check my surroundings. The coast was still clear.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Snapping my head back around, I quickly acted on instinct and pushed the door wide open. There, I saw Mycroft laying on the ground and the window wide open. Whoever had fired, had got away. I ran to Mycroft, gathering him up in my arms. The blood was flowing and he was barely conscious,
"Mycroft?" I asked loudly. "Mycroft? Can you hear me?" The once proud man groaned, opening his eyes briefly,
"Oh Juliet. This is a fantastic turn of events isn't it?" He said dryly. "You're too stubborn. That's your problem. But, I think you know who did this." Nodding, I bit my cheek to stop my tears,
"Will you allow it for me to go after him? When the time comes? When he gets me and when everything reaches it's end? Can you allow it? Could you allow it?" Mycroft groaned once more,
"Allow it? No. Will that stop you? Most likely, no. H-He's dangerous. I warn you to be c-careful. But p-p-please, don't go after him. He-he'll destroy you." And then, he said no more. Letting out a large scream, I clung onto Mycroft's lifeless body; crying and sobbing. After this, there was no way that I could stand back. He'd attacked my family. Jackson Holmes had crossed the line and now, he was going to suffer. No more would die. No more would die because of me. After all, that's who this is about. Me. Jackson wants me? Well, he certainly will get me and so much more.
A/N: So, Mycroft died. I had to choose between all of the available characters who would bit the dust and Mycroft won that contest. Initially, no-one was going to die however, life without drama is no fun. Until next time my lovelies...