A/N: And the reunion you have all been waiting for... Be ready for some massive drama in later chapters... I'm starting this chapter in 3rd person. It only seemed right. ;] We also see bad-ass Juliet here too...
3RD PERSON: ROOFTOP:
Jim was mad. No, scratch that. He was furious. Whoever had broken into his house was going to die. He was definitely sure of it. Opening his eyes, he stared at his surroundings. It all seemed familiar, too familiar. Suddenly, he felt movement beside him. Turning to face the movement, a sly smile appeared on his face.
"Well, well, well. I never imagined that we'd meet like this, Sherlock. Bound together. Did you?" Jim said, motioning to the rope binding him and the detective together. Sherlock opened his eyes and gasped,
"Oh, I never imagined this. I bet you did." Sherlock whispered. Jim laughed and turned his head,
"Ok, yeah, I did. What did you think of Juliet's little announcement?"
"You're going to be a fantastic father." Sherlock said sarcastically. The Irish wonder sat beside him rolled his eyes and smiled,
"I hope you mean that. I'll kill you otherwise."
Before Sherlock could continue, the sound of footsteps startled both men. Stood before them, was Mycroft Holmes. In all of his glory. Sherlock looked up to his brother and sighed,
"What's going on Mycroft?" He asked sharply. Mycroft simply dropped his cigarette and smiled,
"I'm meeting a dear friend here. She's got a horrible choice to make." At the same time, Jim and Sherlock shared a glance. They knew what was coming. They just didn't know Juliet knew too.
JULIET'S P.O.V: TAXI:
Reading the message over and over again, I couldn't stop thinking of the worst. Why was Mycroft testing me like this? Hadn't he done enough damage? St. Bart's was only five minutes away and time was ticking slowly. I suddenly started to feel sick. My world was crashing down around me and there was nothing I could do. However, little did Mycroft know what was coming... The taxi stopped outside the infamous hospital and quickly, I clambered out. Running up the over-powering stairs, I eventually reached the rooftop door. Taking a long breath, I opened it. The cool air hit my face within seconds. Sending a chill down my spine. Stepping forward into the light, I laid my eyes on the sight before me. Mycroft was stood, leaning against an air vent. Where as two of his guards, were stood with guns to the consulters. Neither looked impressed.
"So glad you could join us, Juliet." Mycroft said slyly. I gave him a gracious smile and moved forward a little more,
"I do for family, Mycroft. Unlike some people." A serious stare grew larger on Mycroft's face and he pointed towards the two men,
"You ready to play my game?"
"What game is that? Oh, I see. You want me to choose between Jim and Sherlock. That's a little, elementary, Mycroft. I mean, you could've thought of something a little more elaborate?" I said condescendingly. Mycroft moved himself off of the air vent and stood straighter,
"I can destroy you Juliet. I can destroy everything you have. You, Sherlock, John, Jim and even your baby. I can destroy everything." The mentioning of my baby brought me up to speed. I looked over to Jim and gazed at him for a second. He gave me the all clear.
"Now, that's where you're wrong, Mr Holmes. The thing is, you underestimate me and what I can do. You see, I'm a Moriarty and the other crazy thing is, we're unstoppable. So thank you for the offer, but I'm not up for games today." Quickly, I pulled my hand-gun from my blazer once more and pointed it towards Mycroft's two guards. "You see, Mr Holmes. I'm extremely unpredictable." Pulling the trigger, both men fell to the floor and the life left them quickly. Mycroft looked on in horror as I went to untie Jim and Sherlock. Both were also too shocked for words,
"You don't know what you've done Juliet. I will find you and your husband. You Moriarty's need to be stopped. You're a criminal." Mycroft said, lighting another cigarette in the process. Shaking my head, I walked over to the man and pulled the cigarette straight out of his mouth. I reached up to his ear and leaned close,
"No Mr Holmes. I'm no criminal. I'm as much of a criminal as Sherlock is. And, it's bad to smoke around pregnant women. Ignorant bastard." Then I brought the gun up to Mycroft's knee and fired. Sending him tumbling to the ground. Placing the gun in Mycroft's hands, I stood back up and ran straight into Jim's arms. "I'm so sorry Jim, I'm so sorry. I had to come up here. Mycroft sent Lestrade over and it all kicked off from there. I never meant this to happen. I'm so sorry." Jim pulled me back and cupped my cheek,
"Don't ever be sorry, don't you ever be sorry. You did what you had to do. I've never loved you as much as I have done today. Mrs Moriarty." Smiling, I was pulled into a passionate kiss. It didn't last very long though, as the rooftop door swung open. Making the three of us jump back in surprise. From behind it, came John. Covered in blood.
"Jules!" He yelled loudly. Smiling widely, I ran over to him and threw my arms around him.
"My god John. I'm so sorry." John rubbed my back smoothly,
"This is isn't your fault. Oh my god. It's you." He pulled away and moved over to Jim. I could see what was coming and so did Jim. Before John could do anything, Sherlock grabbed hold of my arm,
"Juliet." He said calmly. "You can't stay here. The British Government want you and Mr Sex over there. I suggest America." Standing back from Sherlock, I stared blankly at him.
"America? But-But what about you? And John? And the baby? Sherlock I-" Sherlock placed two hands on each side of my face, Jim moved a little closer to me,
"Remember what I told you? If life ever get's too much, just keep running. Take my advice Juliet, please." Kissing his cheek, I slid my hand into Jim's.
"Is this goodbye? Sherlock?" I asked through my tears. Sherlock shook his head,
"No, it's never goodbye Juliet." Nodding, I gave John one last hug and started to walk away with one man who mattered in my life. America here we come.
3RD P.O.V: BAKER STREET:
Sherlock followed John up the steps of Baker Street, listening to him rant. What about, he wasn't sure of. The moments of the events on the rooftop, played back through his mind. Had he really just let his best friend run away with a psychopath? When the pair reached the flat, the both froze.
"What a speedy recovery Mycroft." Sherlock said flatly. Mycroft laughed quietly and produced a sealed document,
"I like to get back to work, brother dear. As you know, I intend on bringing the Moriarty's down." John stood forward with rage.
"No!" He yelled. "You want to bring Jim Moriarty down. Not Juliet. She's done nothing wrong." Sherlock took a seat in front of his brother, John placed himself against the wall.
"No, no, no. John, Juliet was in the wrong the minute she spoke to him. That woman is about to have his child and I want you both to get her for me. I want Jim Moriarty, I cannot possibly tell you for why. But I need him. Juliet is in the way and so is that child. You have your instructions in the file." Mycroft placed the file on the coffee table and slowly took his leave. Silence filled the flat as both men sat there in awe. John finally broke the tension.
"He wants us to betray Juliet? Our friend? Practically your sister? You better not be thinking about it Sherlock." Sherlock lifted the file and opened it. He took out the contents and sighed. Was this the only option? He could leave it a few months.
"John, when that child is born. All of the worlds Secret Services will be on them quicker than bees to honey. We have to do something about Mycroft. Whatever he wants Jim for, is for something big. And it can't be good. Juliet has to run, that's all she can do. Weather or not she leaves her husband is another thing. We have to protect her and that child. Moriarty can go rot in hell for all I care, John. She loves him? Great. But that woman is scared and I can tell. John, we have to save her. She'll be in America for six months. That's how long it will take them to realise they've gone."
"She won't leave him Sherlock. This is Juliet we are talking about."
"I know. But whatever Mycroft and Moriarty have planned, we need to stop it. There is a pregnant woman at risk." Suddenly, Sherlock bounded up and down into Mrs Hudson's flat, leaving John alone. All he could do was sigh and follow. And hope that somewhere, Juliet was living her fantasy. As he knew it would all come to an end soon. Juliet wasn't in danger with Moriarty. No, she was in danger with herself. The darling girl had weaved her own web and was now going to be caught up in it. But then, as John grabbed his coat, he began to think. Things can only get better. Right?
A/N: Sherlock and his over-protectiveness... Trouble is up ahead guys. The next chapter will be romance-y. :] Let me know what you guys thought! Until next time...
