A/N: This one includes the best thing known to man, DRAMA. ;] Get your tissues ready, OK, there will be a MAJOR cliff-hanger here. So bring on the hiatus. ;] Some of you may be shocked? Some of you may figure it all out? Only time will tell... ;] Oh and it comes in three parts. A little bit like a series of Sherlock. ;]

PART ONE:

2 MONTHS LATER: JULIET'S P.O.V: 9 MONTHS PREGNANT: MYCROFT'S OFFICE:

Pain. That was all I felt. Some days I would be happy. Some I would sit and cry. Some would say I was bipolar, however, they would be proven wrong. I had a plan. It was all thought through. All I needed now was Mycroft and luckily, I had him just where I wanted him. Sherlock and John had taken a short break up to Scotland to retrieve some things from home. It was a kind gesture, but I didn't need anymore reminders that my life was ruined enough. Currently, I was seated in Mycroft's grand office. And the man himself was seated across from me, head rested on his palms,

"What can I do for you Mrs Moriarty?" He asked in a condescending manner. I placed a hand on my bump and pulled out a paper file. Mycroft looked surprised but regained his composure in time for me to speak,

"I'm not here to fight. I can't, you know that. However, there is something I want you to do for me. In this file is the contents of my plan. It is to be looked upon by no-one but you. Sherlock cannot even know about what lays inside. This, is my last resort and I need you to help me." I pleaded. Mycroft took the folder away and started to skim through. His eyes widened the further he looked. Suddenly, he placed it down onto the desk abruptly,

"Why?" The tone of his voice was icy. I looked down at my bump and sighed,

"You know why. I don't need to tell you." Mycroft nodded and sat back in his chair. Looking away from the 'ice stare', I began to examine the room. It was far too grand for my liking. However, I was brought back to planet Earth when I felt a sharp pain come from my abdomen. Crying out, I clutched onto Mycroft's desk and looked back into his eyes. "Mycroft. My waters broke. Will you help me or not?" I practically screamed towards him. He stood up from the oak desk and took my hand,

"Whatever you need, I will help." Smiling, I squeezed his hand. But my smile was soon wiped away when another contraction came. Mycroft pulled his phone out and dialled for an ambulance to come. Within ten minutes, one had arrived and in no time at all we were on our way...

SCOTLAND: GLASGOW: JOHN'S P.O.V:

Lifting the final box into the car, I took a seat on the wall. Sherlock soon came sauntering out, holding what appeared to be one of Moriarty's famous suits. Laughing, I stood and moved closer to Sherlock,

"Moriarty would kill you." Sherlock turned his nose up,

"He's already tried to do that John. I doubt he could now." Chuckling once again, I started to feel my phone vibrating.

"This'll be Mycroft." And I was right. It was. Smiling, I answered it quickly. "Hello?"

"Hello John." Mycroft answered sadly. I opened the car door and got inside,

"Is everything alright?"

"John. There's something I need to inform you about." He sounded serious. I looked over at Sherlock and he pulled a curious face. He then snatched the phone rudely out of my hands,

"What do you want Mycroft?" Sherlock barked. Shaking my head, I motioned for the man to hand the phone over. But Sherlock was fixed on something. He had started to go white. Suddenly, he ended the call and handed my phone back to me.

"Sherlock? What is it?" I asked calmly. He didn't move an inch,

"I-Uh. It's Juliet." Sherlock took a deep breath and slammed his fist against the dashboard. Making me jump in the process. "She's DEAD. Mycroft told that there were some complications during the birth. She died along with her daughter." I couldn't quite believe what Sherlock was telling me. Our Juliet was dead? The only thing playing over in my mind was what Jim would do. Surely he would be going insane?...

JIM'S P.O.V: THE CELLS:

It wasn't possible. It must be a dream. Juliet, my Juliet, wasn't dead. No, she couldn't be. Looking up at Mycroft, I stood up sharply,

"You did this." Grabbing the man by his blazer flaps, I forcefully pushed him up against the cell wall. Mycroft made no attempt to move. He simply kept staring down on me. Like a hawk carefully watching his pray. "You did this to her. You pushed her." I said menacingly. "You killed my child." Mycroft's eyes narrowed and very swiftly, he pushed me away. I, with all of might, tried to retaliate but a couple of guards tackled me to the stone floor,

"No Jim. I didn't do this. No, no, no. This one is on you." Mycroft nodded towards the guards and both pulled me up with a strong force. Now face to face, I scowled deeply at his cold, icy face,

"What do you want?" I asked, finally tasting the blood in my mouth.

"What I've wanted all along. And now Juliet's out of the way, I can finally have it." My rage was starting to become less uncontrollable by the second. Giving a small head nod to Mycroft, I smoothly released myself from the vice-grip and raised my fist to one of the brutes. He fell down in instant and his counterpart looked on in horror. I raised my eyebrow at the 2nd brute. He quickly lunged forward but missed me completely, landing next to his friend on the cell floor. Scoffing at the mess, I then turned to Mycroft.

"See what I can do Mycroft?" Mycroft looked down at the brutes then back up at me,

"You'll tell me what you know and all of this will be over." There was an on-going battle in my brain. What was I supposed to do? I wanted to grieve over Juliet, over my unborn baby. But that was so, ordinary, wasn't it? Juliet deserved better than me and now I had to avenge her. Raising my hand, I held it out in front of Mycroft.

"We have a deal." Mycroft let out a sly grin and gripped my hand firmly.

"Oh, how I am glad about that Mr Moriarty. Oh, how I am glad."

JOHN'S P.O.V: BAKER STREET: 5 DAYS AFTER DEATH:

"Have you called Mycroft about the funeral tomorrow?"

I looked on at Sherlock. He was stood, dead, against the window. Mrs Hudson entered the room carrying a tray of tea. She placed it onto the coffee table and took a seat next to me on the sofa,

"Here." The old woman said, forcing the cup of tea into my hands. Smiling, I accepted it and looked back up at Sherlock. "Oh Sherlock. Come here and have a cuppa." She said again. Trying to convince the detective to relieve himself from his current position. Sherlock turned slowly on his heels but made a decision not to move.

"There's no time for tea, Mrs Hudson. I have to figure out what happened." He said sharply. Sighing, I placed the cup onto the tray and raised myself from the sofa,

"Sherlock. You don't have to figure out anything. Juliet died at childbirth, there's nothing more to it. I know you want to grieve, so please, do it like a normal human being." Sherlock grunted at my proposition. He then turned his back to me and took out his phone. I was about to try again but Sherlock stopped me,

"Shh. I've got a voicemail." Sherlock brought the phone away from his ear and held it so we all could hear the message he had received.

"You have one new message. Message one: *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* I've got a secret. Want to know what it is? All in good time my friends, all in good time. *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* It's all a hoax. It always was. *beep* *beep* *beep* I've been watching you all. I've seen the way you pity her. *beep* *beep* Have you figured it out yet, Sherlock? *beep*

I looked between Sherlock and the mobile. Something didn't add up,

"Sherlock? What was that about? Wait-" Then I realized. I recognized the voice, of course I did. It was Juliet. But she was dead, wasn't she?

"I don't have time for silly games. I've got a suit to iron." He slammed the phone onto the chair beside him and stormed off into his room. Confused beyond belief, I shook my head. There was just no-way that was Juliet. Sighing deeply to myself, I went to sit back next to a dumbstruck Mrs Hudson. She placed a hand on my shoulder,

"It's probably just one of those pranks. You know, like you see on telly." Giving the woman a small smile, I nodded along. However, the event had knocked me for six. Who would do something like that? If it is Juliet- No. I'm just being stupid. Before I had the chance to pick up my tea, I heard Sherlock's phone chime. Quickly, I reached for the phone and opened the text:

To Sherlock Holmes-From Unknown: You're never stupid John.

TO BE CONTINUED IN PART TWO:...

A/N: I PROMISED YOU DRAMA! Have anyone of you figured it out yet? If not, it will all be explained and maybe even revealed in the next chapter. The next chapter won't be long. I can't leave you guys hanging for long. ;]