A/N: So sorry this one is a little late guys! Had a lot on! Once again, I want to give a big shout out to those who have followed and reviewed Beautiful Liars. I say it every time, but it means a lot. ;] This chapter becomes a little action-based. The next has the reunion we've all been waiting for... XD

I've always been scared of having children. I've never bothered with the idea much. But since meeting Jim, my prospects have completely changed. I also feel much freer than normal. Now that the secret has been shared, I can finally breathe. However, I know there are some out there who want to ruin me. Now... I can't let that happen. I just can't.

Something wasn't right. I was sure of it. That morning, Jim had left for a 'meeting' in a bit of a rush if I can remember correctly. It had been a week since I t told him about the baby and we were still living up on cloud nine. Thursdays were slow, they always had been. At work I was given the usual to do. Paperwork, calls and more paperwork. But when I returned home, something felt wrong. Almost as if somebody was watching me. To be safe, I was carrying my hand-gun around the house with me. I'd almost finished my baking when the doorbell rang,

"It's open!" I yelled through, half expecting it to be the old woman from next door. However, I was wrong. "Greg? Greg Lestrade? What brings you here?" I asked chirpily. Greg entered the room calmly, two uniformed officers followed behind.

"Juliet Moriarty?" He asked sternly. Freezing, I didn't move a muscle. How did he know? Had Sherlock told him? Greg spun me around and grabbed both of my hands.

"G-Greg?" I stammered franticly.

"I am arresting you for the murder of Edgar Powell. You do not have to say anything but anything you do say may be taken down as evidence. Which will be used against in a court of law." Before I could think, I was being led outside. I had to do something and fast. Remembering that I had my gun tucked into my blazer, I smoothly released myself from Greg and punched one of the officers in the face. With one down and another to go, I brought my knee up to his groin and the stunned officer fell violently to the floor. I then pulled my gun out and held it up to Greg. His face said it all: Where did that come from?

"Now, DI Lestrade. You're going to tell me where your car keys are and nobody has to get hurt." I said loudly. Greg didn't move but I could tell where he was keeping them. Pointing the gun towards his kneecap, I fired and sent the detective downwards. He clutched his knee in pain as I fumbled around in his pocket for the all important keys. Finding them, I slipped them out as well as his phone. "I'm so sorry." I said, not bothering to look back. Swiftly, I unlocked the car door and stumbled in. I was full of blood. My knuckles were bloody as well my shirt. Quickly, I stepped on the pedal and headed away at a great speed.

LONDON:

Nine hours and seven stops later, I arrived at my safe haven. Baker Street. I had no idea what happened up in Glasgow but I knew Mycroft was involved. Steadily exiting the car, I entered Baker Street. The car was parked a street away, I couldn't have the police following me. It wasn't too busy, only a couple of taxi's parked up. Both cabbies stood chatting quietly. I knocked on the front door of 221 and hoped that someone was in. Moments later, John answered,

"Sorry not to- Juliet? Oh my god, you're bleeding. Come in." John took me by the arm and pulled my into Mrs Hudson's porch. I could feel my tiredness start to take over, as I swayed slightly to the side. John noticed my swaying and steadied his arm around my waist.

"It's ok John, I'm not bleeding. It wasn't me." I said calmly. Trying not to close my eyes.

"What happened?" He asked in the same calm tone. I looked deep into John's eyes and started to tear up,

"Oh John. I've done something bad."

"It can't be that bad. Don't worry Jules." John sat my down on the bottom step and stood back. Suddenly, breaking all of the peace, a banging was audible from Sherlock's flat. Then, the great detective appeared from behind me,

"Juliet?"

"Sherlock..." I stood, still swaying slightly and climbed the steps to meet him. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a hug.

"What happened Juliet?" He asked soothingly. I shook my head, letting all the tears out.

"It's Lestrade. He came up to Glasgow. He came to arrest me Sherlock. I punched the two officers he was with and shot Lestrade in the leg before they could leave." Sherlock pulled away from the hug, sighing as he did. I turned to look at John. He was fuming.

"Why would he do that? You've done nothing wrong." He said loudly.

"No John, I have. I think it's time you knew." Sherlock stood up from the step he was perched on and looked intently at me,

"Are you sure?" He asked. I nodded,

"I'm sure. John I'm..."

Before I could continue my sentence, I stumbled backwards and felt Sherlock catch me quickly. I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer as I could feel the tiredness take over.

4 HOURS LATER:

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN MORIARTY?"

I awoke to a flat full of shouting. All I could remember was collapsing in the hallway. John and Sherlock must have brought me up to my old room when I was out. Sitting up in the large bed, I reached for my phone. I had three texts:

1. To Juliet-From Mary: John told me what happened. Hope you're ok. Big hugs! xx

2. To Juliet-From Sherlock: John's angry. Just thought I would warn you. SH

3. To Juliet-From Mycroft: You're a clever girl Juliet. Who knew you could handle a gun like that? MH

Throwing my phone onto the floor, I stood up, now no longer swaying. I stepped outside of the room and headed down into the flat. John was the first one to notice my arrival. He didn't look happy,

"I'm not going to yell. Sherlock's told me. The most important thing here is you. Are you alright?" Relieved by his friendliness, I released the breath I didn't realize I was holding and smiled,

"I'm better now, thank you. Do you want me to tell you who did this or you going to deduce it Sherlock?" Sherlock removed himself from the kitchen and placed himself next to John.

"You don't need to tell me, I already knew Mycroft was involved the moment you stepped through the door." I nodded along and took a seat,

"I've still not decided what I'm going to do. I need to see Jim, I want to know that he's safe. Currently he's in Ireland so hopefully he is out of harms way. However, there is something else I've got to tell you."

"What is it this time?" Sherlock asked, sounding a little annoyed.

"I'm pregnant. I found out a week ago." I said quietly. Sherlock and John both shared a look then focused back on me,

"That's brilliant Juliet... That really is." John said, placing a hand on my shoulder. I smiled up to the soldier and was about to speak again, but a loud crash from downstairs startled us all. A group of men stormed up the stairs, all carrying large guns. From the corner of my eye, I saw Sherlock motion for me to hide in his bedroom. So, I ran in and closed the door behind me. Collapsing beside the bed, I sighed. How had my life gone back to this again? It was perfect with Jim. Perfect. It was just going to be me, him and the baby. A unit. Now it seemed like the baby would have to wait a little longer to be celebrated. Audible shouts could be heard from the sitting room. I sighed deeply and closed my eyes. A few minutes later, the sounds had disappeared and I gave myself the all clear to leave. I entered the lounge carefully, only to see that nobody was there. The only thing that was there, was a note.

TAKE THIS AS A WARNING, MY DEAR. I'VE GOT TWO OUT THREE. I'M CLOSING IN ON YOU. SO, YOUR MOVE. - MH

3RD PERSON: GLASGOW:

Jim's meeting had lasted for longer than he thought. He exited his car and walked up to the front door, only to see blood. Jim moved quickly inside, pulling out his gun in the process.

"Jules? Love?" He called out. No response. Jim took a look in the lounge, nothing. He turned around but instead of exiting the room, Jim was struck by a large metal item. Knocking him out completely. Mycroft stood beside the body and smiled gleefully,

"Such a clever girl. Such a clever girl. What will she do now?" Mycroft pulled out his phone and quickly typed up a text:

To Juliet Moriarty-From Mycroft Holmes: 3/3. rooftop. 12pm. Which one will you save? MH

A/N: DRAMA?! ;] Mycroft is so evil, I love it! ;] What will Juliet do now? Will her loyalties be torn? Until the next update guys?