A.N: Before we begin... I just want to thank everyone who has read and followed my story. It means a lot! Now, on with the story...

Life-eh? It's such a wonderful thing. Sometimes it's confusing. Sometimes it's rewarding. And other times, it's just plain frustrating. This secret I've been keeping from the boys is all of the above. I bet you sit there behind your screens saying to yourselves, 'God, does she ever not stop talking about that damn secret.' Well, if you were in my position then you would feel the exact same way. You see, Sherlock is like a big brother to me. Always has been, always will. But if you know your stuff, you would know how much Sherlock hates Jim. And how much Jim hates Sherlock. This, my friends, is my dilemma. If Sherlock ever finds out about my relationship with Jim, I don't know what he will do. My most likely scenario will be Sherlock deducing everything, once again. But I hope for everyone else's sake that he doesn't. To be honest with you, I've no idea what happened on the top of that building. I've no idea what was said. All I know, is that Sherlock thinks Jim's dead. And everyone else believes Sherlock. Oh my- What a world we live in-eh? Anyway, I continue my journey down in the mesmerising city I like to call home: London.

LONDON:

I stepped onto the platform, glad to be feeling the cool breeze on my skin once more. The ride down had been long and tedious. But then again, patience had never been my strongest suit. Jim and I were very similar in that sense. On the large platform, busy men and women hustled about trying to catch their connections to their various destinations. I moved past these people and started towards the entrance. There, a man with a cream coloured jumped stood with his hands in his jean pockets. John. Smiling to myself, I bounded over to him,

"John!" I yelled a little to loudly. John snapped out of his trance and smiled warmly,

"Jules! It's good to see you. Come here, I've missed you." He said in his usual kind tone. Pulling him closer, I rested my head on his shoulder and leant into him. John had always been like an older brother to me, the same with Sherlock. Hmm... I wonder if he's back yet. I pulled away from the hug and lifted my suitcase up, only for it to be snatched away by John. Raising my eyebrows, I smiled and took hold of his arm as we left the crowded station. The cab ride to Baker Street was short and sweet. Not nearly giving John a chance to tell me what had been going on in his life post Sherlock. As the cabbie pulled up outside the infamous building, I sighed a breath of some-what relief. Home-sweet-home. We both exited the cab and headed inside. The smell of nostalgia came flooding back as I stepped through the doorway, nothing had changed since I last saw it. Mrs Hudson still had the same flowers and the smell of baking came drifting into the porch like a summer breeze.

"Ah, home at last." I said walking further into the small porch. John, who had now removed the coat he once donned, was making his way over to the door leading to Mrs Hudson's flat. The stairs leading to was once Sherlock's flat gleamed in the sharp sunlight, blazing in through the window. My mind drifted from nostalgia and back to my husband, who was now on a plane heading to Norway. Suddenly, a loud squeal broke me from my thoughts.

"Juliet Harrison! My dear, look at you." Mrs Hudson hadn't changed one bit. She still had the same style of hair, something of which I thought was quite stylish. Laughing at her remark, I gave her my best toothy smile,

"Mrs Hudson, you've not changed at all. And it's not Harrison anymore..." I held up my left hand showing off my bright diamond. She let out another large squeal and pulled me into a tight hug,

"Oh congratulations dear. So? What do we have to start calling you?" Smiling, I pulled away from the hug,

"Mrs Juliet Brook. But Juliet is still fine." As I said the word 'Brook', I could see the glimmer of interest in John's eyes. Oh? So he'd heard the name before had he?

"Brook?" He questioned suspiciously, I nodded my head firmly,

"Yep. Why? You sound un-happy?" John quickly smiled and shook his head.

"No, no. I just thought I recognised the name, that's all."

Breaking the tension that had just entered the room came a audible noise from upstairs. It almost sounded like a violin. I looked to John then to Mrs Hudson. Both had large grins on their faces. Picking up my suitcase, I started to tiring journey up the staircase. John and Mrs Hudson didn't appear to be behind me when I turned the corner. Sighing and smiling, I could see the door was open. The sweet sound of the violin now much louder. Stepping up into the room, I took a long breath at the sight in front of me. Suddenly, the violin stopped and the reason for my loss of breath turned around,

"You can breath now Juliet." A large grin formed on my face. I dropped the suitcase, earning a loud crash from the impact and raced over to the consulting detective,

"Sherlock. It's been a long time." I said quietly, Sherlock placed his violin down on the table and a small smile appeared on his face,

"Indeed it has-" Cutting Sherlock off, I launched myself into his arms and wrapped my own around him. The hug only lasted a second but it felt nice to be near my best friend again. As I pulled away, I could see Sherlock chuckling to himself, "You've got stronger."

"I cycle. I've missed you Sherlock." I said softly,

"Same to you Juliet. How long are you staying?" He spoke with such a prided tone, I shrugged my shoulders,

"About a month or so. If you don't mind?" The grin grew once more on his perfect face,

"I never mind. You can help me with John's wedding speech." Wait. This was news. John was engaged? He forgot to mention that now, didn't he? The look on Sherlock's face said it all. Bastard. He'd done that to annoy me, and now I was annoyed at both of them. Storming out of Sherlock's abode, I entered Mrs Hudson's kitchen and strode up to John; who was sat peacefully enjoying a cup of tea.

"Your engaged? When where you going to tell me?" I almost yelled, trying to keep my voice under control. All John did was laugh,

"I was going to over dinner. I see you've seen Sherlock then? Wait... Let me guess, you knew as well?" I nodded my head and smirked.

"I can't believe it. You, John Hamish Watson are getting married. I'm so pleased for you. I really wanted to invite you all up to our wedding but we did the eloping thing." I said gleefully. At this point Sherlock and Mrs Hudson had both entered the room. I turned to see a look on Sherlock's face that I had never seen before,

"Sherlock? Is everything alright?" John questioned, "He has that 'I've just seen an nemesis look' on his face. Sherlock, I can assure you that there are no Moriarty's here."

My heart stopped still. My breath hitched quickly, causing all three people to look my way. I smiled and turned away to look out of the window, trying to brush off the awkward stares I was gaining. Sherlock moved over to the fridge I was stood next to, the 'nemesis look' still present on his face. I touched his shoulder and like a shot he turned around,

"Sherlock? Come on, your scaring me." I said in a whispered hush. God, I'd only been here an hour and he was already on edge. Quickly, he placed both of his cold hands on both sides if my face, scaring me only a little.

"Juliet. What does the word Moriarty mean to you? The way you caught your breath, it wasn't a normal reaction." Sherlock's tone was a serious one, more serious than I had ever heard before. I closed my eyes and tried to think up of a good lie. At this moment, I couldn't let him deduce everything out of me.

"Would hearing the name of the man who tired to kill my best friends get a normal reaction? Hmm, Sherlock? I'm sorry, I just can't stand the name. It honestly makes me sick." I felt a warm hand on my shoulder and Sherlock pulled back. His face told one story, his eyes another. He smiled and placed a kiss on my forehead,

"I'm sorry Juliet. It's good to have you back. Right, I'm off. John. Fancy a trip to downing street?" And just like that, I was left alone with Mrs Hudson. But that wasn't for long as she announced she was off to see a woman named Harriet. Leaning on the kitchen surface, I let out a frustrated sigh. I can't let emotions show, not now anyway. As I stood there collecting my thoughts and plans together, I could hear a distant ringing coming from my mobile. Up like a shot, I sped over to my bag and pulled out the shiny phone. The called Id made me smile a little,

"Jim, darling, hello." I said slowly,

"Jules, how's London? I hear it's sunny?" He said softly, I sighed and looked out of the window,

"You could say that. How's Norway then?" I could hear a chuckle down the other end,

"It was terrible darling. The deal went down and was over within a couple of hours."

"What? Really? Wow. So, what you up to now? I've been abandoned by everyone. Sherlock's gone off with John to Downing street and Mrs Huds-"

"Mrs Hudson's gone to see Harriet." I took a seat on the stairs and sighed,

"How do you know that?" I asked suspiciously, another chuckle could be heard,

"Look outside love." Standing up from my current position, I opened the large Victorian door to see a black Rolls Royce sat outside. Then, as soon as I did, the back seat window rolled down to reveal a certain Irish wonder, "Surprise." Laughing, I rushed back inside to grab my coat and the spare key John had left for me. As quick as I entered, I closed the door and got inside the car. Inside, Jim sat in one of his dashing Westwood suits, looking straight at me. He told the driver a location and we set off to our destination. As we started to drive, I scooted over to Jim only to be engulfed by his embrace. Smiling up to him, he brought he brought his lips down to mine and kissed me with a deep passion. Pulling back, I placed a hand behind his neck and sat so I was fully sat on his lap.

"Where are we going?" I asked seductively, or at least I tried to. Jim put a hand on my lower back and gave me the famous Moriarty smile,

"Wait and see darling. Wait and see."

Little did I know, that someone had managed to take a photo of our close embrace...