A/N: Two updates in two days. Go me. ;]
Billy Idol: It's a nice day for a, white wedding. It's a nice day to, start again...
THE WEDDING: AFTER PARTY:
Over the past couple of days, I have experienced heaven and hell. Literally. The day after I arrived back at Baker Street, I called Jim and told him everything that had happened. Jim obviously had been furious, he had gone ballistic about the whole situation. Sherlock and John had been quite comforting, Mary too. Thankfully, neither had listened when I told them about Mycroft. Mrs Hudson had showered me with Tea and cakes, apparently I had looked a little thin to her. However most of my time was covered by my paranoia. Everywhere I looked, I always thought I could see Mycroft. He had never been like this before. Before pleasant was an understatement. Now, well now I feel unsafe. When I had mentioned Jim to Mycroft he had flinched, almost as if he wasn't expecting to hear the name. Maybe I was the one looking at this wrong? Oh, it all made sense now. Jim was still dead as far as Mycroft was concerned. He knew that I was involved with him but still has no idea that I'm married to him. If I'm being followed and most likely I am, then he won't have got any shots of Jim. As Jim has to keep himself hidden. Oh. This was excellent... This was brilliant...
The wedding had gone off to a lovely start, Sherlock had naturally been himself. His best mans speech had also been a real treat. A murderer was stopped and Mary had just been informed that she was pregnant. So far, this was the best wedding I had ever been to. Everybody was in such a happy mood. And that's including Sherlock. 2 hours in and Mary had informed me that Sherlock and I's dance was coming up next. This should be fun.
"Oh cheer up Juliet. Worst things have happened at sea." Mrs Hudson said kindly. I gave her a warm smile and joined the detective on the dance floor. Suddenly the music started up and I was thrust into Sherlock's arms. I looked up and gazed into his cold eyes. Sherlock simply winked and began leading me around to the music. 4 minutes and a few wrong steps later, the waltz finished. A loud disco beat blasted from the speakers and Sherlock & I evacuated the dance floor. We both took a seat next to Mrs Hudson, "It's a shame you two never got married." I snapped my head round to look at Mrs Hudson.
"Mrs Hudson, Sherlock is one of my best friends. Plus, I'm a married woman." I said quietly over to the older woman. Mrs Hudson sent a knowing glance my way and started up a conversation with Molly Hooper. Sighing, I turned around to see Sherlock had left my side. Searching the large room, I couldn't seem to spot the curly haired detective. So instead, I got myself up and headed towards the bar. When I arrived there a bar tender greeted me and took my order. "Just a vodka and coke, please." I said pleasantly. The bar tender then started rushing up and down the bar, getting my drink ready. Thirty seconds later, my drink arrived and was I glad to see it. Alcohol wasn't really one of my strongest points. I'm not a lightweight but I can't normally stand the stuff. On Mary's hen party weekend, she had introduced me to the wonders of a vodka and coke. So, that was the only thing I could drink without me throwing it all back up. Not nice, I know. After a few minutes of observing and sitting, I stood only to be knocked back down by a passing figure. Sherlock.
"Sorry Juliet..." He said smoothly. Placing my drink on the counter, I followed my friend. He was heading outside into the large garden.
"Sherlock?" I asked, getting quite anxious. Sherlock turned on his heels and stopped dead in front of me,
"I've got to go. Have a good night. I know you will. Judging by your intake of alcohol."
"Why are you leaving? The party isn't over?" I asked once again. He inhaled and smiled brightly,
"The game is on."
With that, he left. Leaving me stood in the cold. I was about to head back inside when I heard the familiar sound of my phone ringing. Taking it out of my bag, I answered it quickly,
"Jim."
"Juliet, darling. How's the wedding? Shame I couldn't make it." Jim's tone had the usual feel of mockery to it,
"There was already one near-death today. I really don't think I want to make it too. Plus, you know the time isn't right. Not yet." I said coolly. In the background I could hear Jim chuckling. "I miss you Jim." I added sadly.
"I miss you too. Our time will come. I love you."
"Will it?" I asked with a hint of sadness in my tone. There was no sound on the other end. That's odd. I brought the phone away from my ear and placed it back into my pocket. The sound of happiness and laughter brought me back down to planet earth. Suddenly thinking about the drink I left earlier, I started to make my way back inside. As soon as I entered the large room once again, I was met by a very happy Mary.
"C'mon Jules. Come dance." She said loudly. Struggling to be heard over the booming music. Laughing, I nodded my head and let myself be dragged into the middle of the dance floor. I must of spent about two hours dancing as when I finally reached the table, I wanted nothing but to sleep. So, without a word to anyone, I snuck back up to my room. I'd never liked hotels. Even as a little girl. You never know who's there. Maybe even watching you? Eventually, I found my room and collapsed down onto the bed. Today had been a long day...
1 MONTH LATER:
Recently, John and Mary had been spending a whole lot of time together. Between the honeymoon and work, they didn't have much spare time. This meant that I was stuck with the ever-grumpy Sherlock. Who, had taken on no cases since John's wedding. It was like he was trapped in a rut and was struggling to get out of it. However, on the plus side, I had heard nothing more from Mycroft and his cronies. He had come to visit Sherlock one day last week. So that day I had made sure I was out and away from the Holmes'.
"I'm off out." I turned my head to see Sherlock stood in the doorway. Smiling, I sat up and placed my book down on the coffee table,
"Where you going?" Sherlock winked but said nothing. He then placed a kiss on my forehead and exited the room, leaving me a little short for words. Where was he going? Lately, Sherlock had been going out dressed like he was homeless. Leaving his posh attire in the wardrobe and going for a more drab look. Shrugging it off, I went back to reading my book. Jane Austen was my favourite author. I honestly could read her books all day. Currently, I was reading Pride and Prejudice. A book which, in Sherlock's own words was 'a waste of time and space.' Naturally I had thrown it at him and rugby tackled him. That hadn't gone down to well with Mrs Hudson. Jim hadn't been in contact either. Which was extremely odd. Maybe I would get the odd phone call or text but never anything more. It all worried me a bit, but then again, Jim Moriarty was a worry all together. I wanted him to be safe but I was never sure where he would be. Picking my book back up, I started to re-read the chapter. Moments later however, I let myself fall back onto the sofa and be drifted off into a deep sleep...
"IT WAS FOR A CASE!"
Awaking suddenly, I shot up from the couch to see John and Sherlock stood in the lounge. Both had angry looks on their faces.
"What is going on?" I screeched angrily. Sherlock huffed before moving himself out from the lounge and into the bathroom. John was still stood with an angry expression on his face.
"Guess where I found him? In a crack den. In a bloody crack den." He also said angrily. I removed myself from the sofa and let out a small, nervous laugh,
"What? Sherlock? In a crack den? Why that little-" But before I could continue my rant, a woman appeared in the kitchen with barely anything on. My eyes grew ten times larger as well as John's. We both shared a look and stood speechless next to each other,
"Hello?" The woman was extremely pretty and was almost recognizable.
"Hello. Um-who are you?" I asked with all the kindness I could muster up. The woman came forward and held her hand out to me & John,
"Jeanine. And you are?"
"I'm Juliet Brook and this is John Watson. Wait, where you at the wedding?" I asked again. Jeanine nodded and smiled. She then turned on her heels and made her way back into the bedroom. As soon as the door was firm shut, I immediately turned towards John.
"What the hell was that?" He asked sternly. I shrugged my shoulders, completely speechless. Ten minutes later, Sherlock and Jeanine re-appeared and gave us a little insight into their relationship. Jeanine then quickly left and Sherlock took up his seat in the regular spot. Now looking particular dapper in his new suit. Myself and John sat down beside him.
"You have a girlfriend?" We both asked at the same time. Sherlock turned to us and nodded,
"Yes. I have a girlfriend. Now, on to business. I've dealt with murderers and Psychopaths but no-one can turn my stomach like Charles Augustus Magnussen."
Sherlock had seemed to forgotten about the matter in hand. He, Sherlock Holmes, had a girlfriend. I held my hand up to pause Sherlock,
"You have a girlfriend?"
A/N: Right guys... The next chapter is loosely based around 'His Last Vow.' But with Juliet added into it. And then the Moriarty-party can finally begin! ;]
