A/N: Like I said before, this one get's a little romance-y. Enjoy... ;]
I know you told me I should stay away. I know you said he's just a dog astray. He is a bad boy with a tainted heart. And even I know this ain't smart. Britney Spears has written some excellent songs. This song is Jim and I all over. He's my criminal and I'm under his spell...
NEW YORK: SIX MONTHS LATER:
After leaving the UK, Jim and I had relocated to New York. It had been nice. Just the two of us. For once, it had just been like our old life. Dining out together without all of the hassle. And with the baby on the way, it made me feel more and more ready to start our family. For the past six months we had been living in an uptown apartment. It was nice but it wasn't my townhouse. America wasn't London. I missed Sherlock and John. I wanted them with me but I knew it couldn't be. Mycroft wanted Jim and would stop at nothing to get it. Sherlock was also hiding something from me, I could tell... Today had been a quiet day. Jim had stayed at his desk whilst I had just read. Our conversations had drifted away from baby names and onto what I currently looked like,
"I look awful Jim. I mean, c'mon, look at me."
Jim sat up from his desk and wrapped his arms around my ever-growing stomach. He placed a kiss on my bare shoulder,
"You look perfect darling." I smiled at his complement and continued to stare out of the window.
"I don't want us to leave."
"We don't have to, we could have an American baby?" Turning to face my Westwood clad husband, I gave him a sad smile,
"This baby will be born in Glasgow. Our home. Plus, Sherlock hasn't been in contact. So it must mean that time here is up." Jim sighed,
"Jules, Sherlock hates me. And the feeling is mutual. Mycroft too. I understand that you want to go home, I really do. But, I fear us going home will spark off Mycroft's war. At one time, I just wanted to destroy the Holmes'. Then you cam along and changed my entire world. I refuse to loose you to them." Cupping Jim's face, I looked deep into his eyes,
"You will never loose me to Sherlock or Mycroft. Never. But I want to go home Jim, I miss our old life."
"What about Sherlock?" He asked softly, almost close to tears.
"We will fight this together. The three of us." I leaned closer to kiss my husband but was stopped by the vibrating tones of my phone. Pulling it out of my cardigan pocket, I opened it up to read the text:
To Juliet-From Sherlock Holmes: You're not safe. SH
Sighing, I looked at the phone that I had in my hand. He, whoever he was, was coming. Jim took my phone and began to pace,
"We have to go. It's no longer safe here. If Sherlock knows where we are, Mycroft will too." I said firmly. Jim just stood still, staring down at the phone.
"You're not safe?" He shouted. "What the hell is he implying?" Jim's brow was crossed and his expression said it all. He wasn't happy. Placing both of my hands onto his shoulders, I tried my best to calm him down,
"Sherlock must believe that you pose as a danger to me and the baby." Jim's face reddened.
"Do you think I'm a threat?" He asked loudly. I shook my head and leaned in close,
"No! Of course not. I'm in love with you Jim and that isn't going to change. Not for anything on this planet. They can try and tear us apart, but we both know that it's an impossible task. Now, call us a private jet and I'll pack the bags. There's no time to loose." I kissed Jin's cheek and made an exit for the bedroom. However, I was stopped abruptly and my husband my husband pulled my closer,
"You have no idea how much I love you." He said huskily. I stroked his stubble and smiled,
"I think I do." In a matter of seconds, our lips were connected. Jim and I kissed with such a passion, it would make a Hugh Grant film jealous. I moved my hand up to Jim's neck as he did the same to my back; kissing my neck occasionally. "Jim-We need to pack." I said softly. At this current moment in time, I never wanted to let go of my Husband. And I knew as soon as we touched down, moments like this would become rarer and rarer.
PRIVATE JET: AIR BASE: LONDON:
The journey had been torture. Not only had I been to the toilet six times, I was also vomiting like crazy. It's fantastic being pregnant. We touched down quickly and the fog had started to cloud in. The doors opened and a breeze of cold air hit me like a ton of bricks. Jim placed a hand on my back, helping me down the stairs as he did. At the bottom, a black Bentley was waiting. This however, was not Jim's car.
"Ah. Good afternoon Mr Moriarty. Mrs Moriarty. I trust you had a pleasant journey?"
My heart stopped. I stopped. Jim stepped out in front of me and addressed the mystery shadow.
"What do you want now, Mycroft?" How did Jim know? My breathing quickened pace as Mycroft Holmes stepped forward. Although the real shock was to come next. Sherlock also stepped out along side his brother, DI Lestrade stood next to him. DI Lestrade moved closer to Jim, as did Mycroft.
"It's time to face the music, my dear. Detective Inspector Lestrade here, will be taking Mr Moriarty to the cells where he will be charged with all of his wicked crimes. And you will be taken back to Baker Street where you will spend the rest of your time. I'm deeply sorry it has to end this way. Sherlock, if you would?" Mycroft motioned for Sherlock to move closer to me. But I held my hand up in resistance.
"No. No, it doesn't have to end this way. Please. Don't I get to say goodbye?" I said tearfully. Mycroft simply nodded is head and stepped aside. Rushing as fast as I could over to Jim, I flung my arms around him and hugged him tightly.
"Don't cry love. This is only goodnight, it's never goodbye." He cooed into my ear. Pulling back, I leaned in and closed the small gap between us. Our lips moved in sync together. Just like they used to do. Suddenly, I felt a strong hand on my back and was tamed away from my husband. Lestrade placed the cuffs onto Jim's wrists and placed him into the police car waiting. As the car drove away, I could feel my heart breaking into two. The world was going to know my secret. Not just London, the world. Mycroft moved closer to the Bentley, opening the door as he did.
"There will be a trail obviously. You will be allowed to visit for that as you are a vital part. But I give you my thanks because my mission is complete." Struggling free from Sherlock's vice grip, I raced over to the proud man,
"What mission? What could be so important?" I yelled loudly. Mycroft only wore a grin,
"Jim's network. His network is the largest in the world. I thought that all of our problems had disappeared when Sherlock disabled most of it. However, after his little performance a few months ago, more information came to light. It seemed that your husband was planning to take out M.I.5 and Sherlock too. He wanted them all dead. Now prey tell me, what kind of man is that? Then you came along. Bringing the pregnancy into it made the game better. I can reassure you, my dear. That man will never harm you or the baby. No harm will come to you now." I moved closer to Mycroft, venom dripping from my glare,
"Oh, why don't you understand? I've always been safe with Jim. Please get into your thick educated heads that I love Jim. We were happy in New York. We were going to be a family."
"He's brainwashed you Juliet. My god, how can you not see it? You and Jim will never be together again. I can assure you that. Now, Sherlock will accompany you back to Baker Street. I'll be in touch about the court date. You will have to gave evidence. So, please. For everyone's sake, don't try and escape. Sherlock."
Mycroft gave his younger brother a look and moved away into the misty fog. I turned to face the consulting detective, he stood still.
"Juliet, I-" I held my hand up to halt him.
"No. Let me speak." Sherlock nodded his head and allowed me to continue. "I remember you once telling me that if life ever got too much, that I should keep running. Do you remember? Because I clearly recall you telling me that you would help me. Not betray me like this. You knew that I was safe with Jim but you let your insufferable pride take over once again. And what about America? You knew that as soon as I touched down in the UK, Mycroft would be onto us. I thought we were family Sherlock. What happened to those memories? Did you erase them all when you found out about Jim?" I preached loudly. Sherlock crossed his arms and leant against the car.
"I do remember Juliet. And I meant it too. However, I also said that I couldn't promise you your fairy-tale ending. I wanted to give into my inner feelings but what good would that do? Giving you false hope was the only way forward. You'll both see each other again, as much as Mycroft prevents it, you two will figure something out. However, I cannot risk your life as well as that baby. C'mon, we need to get going. John and Mary are looking forward to seeing you." I sighed and stifled out a smile. Sherlock was only trying to be caring, I could tell. He wanted what was best and I couldn't hold a grudge against that. Mycroft was the one I had to worry about. Yes, I had known little about Jim's plans but I wanted him with me. At the end of the war we would be the ones coming out on top. If they thought that this could tear us apart, then they had another thing coming their way. Before getting into the open Bentley, I pulled Sherlock into a hug,
"I'm sorry." I whispered into his ear. Sherlock wrapped his arms around me, trying to be careful of my bump.
"I know. The road will be a rocky one from here Juliet."
"I know. I understand. But I'm strong, I just hope that he is too. But this is Jim Moriarty we are talking about. Now, we best get moving before I need the loo again." Sherlock chuckled and helped me into the car. About 10 minutes into the ride, I asked the driver if he could turn the radio on. In my own car, I'd always put the radio on to cheer me up. The ten 'o' clock chimes rang out and the news started. I wasn't exactly prepared for what I heard next:
"Good evening. James Moriarty, the thief of the crown jewels and head of the worlds largest criminal network was arrested today. Moriarty was formally known to have committed suicide along with Famous detective, Sherlock Holmes. He was arrested at around 8 'o' clock this evening. The master-criminal was stopped when his plane landed in London earlier today. On the plane along side him, was his 7 month pregnant wife, Juliet Moriarty. Believed to be a friend of Mr Holmes, she wasn't arrested. More on this story as it develops."
Don't say goodnight. Know your love didn't mean goodbye. We would be united but the world was preventing us from our goals. Prejudice was the cause and by god, was it frustrating.
A/N: Emotion rollercoaster this one... But the romance was lovely. What will happen to Juliet & Jim? What will happen in court? Will Sherlock help his enemy? All will be answered soon... :]
