A/N: I told you there would be drama... ;] Sherlock, John and Mycroft make an appearance next. Yay! ;] Enjoy my lovelies :] Oh and this is continuing on from the last chapter... The mysterious P.W is finally revealed, but, what are his/her intentions? And there is a HEAP load of drama here. It's going to be extremely dramatic that I think Mr Moffat would even approve of. ;]

Time seemed to passed fairly quickly. The old-ish Doctor hadn't given the all clear on Jim yet, which mad me increasingly nervous. I'd called the neighbours looking after Ellie. They'd been kind and understanding. For that I was forever grateful. For the past couple of hours, I had been debating on what had to be done about PW. First of all, he would have to be introduced to me. I was defiantly looking forward to that meeting, for sure. Snapping me from my lucid daydreams, the sound of the heavy automatic doors opened and closed. And much to my delight, John entered at a great pace. Quickly I stood and raced over, wrapping my arms around him; slightly sobbing into his jacket,

"My god, Juliet. I'm so sorry. Have they told you anything else?" Shaking my head, I pulled away and gave him a sad smile,

"No. Thank you for coming, I don't think I could've done this alone." John nodded and sat me down,

"I assume this has something to do with PW?" He asked curiously. How could John possibly know about that? Wait. Oh, how stupid I could I get? All of our friends in the UK had sent us messages, most telling us to be safe. They had known about PW long before he had made himself known. Sherlock was already aware. So, the question now, was who would be next? Who would PW try to hurt next? There were so many questions being left unanswered. I hated leaving things unanswered. John put a comforting arm around me and let another rub circles on the small of my back,

"You're correct there John. And there I was thinking that Jim and I could start again. Oh, John, how foolish have I been?" I asked through my tears. Continuing to rub my back, John sighed,

"You've not been foolish. No, far from it. Mycroft and Sherlock are currently tracking this man or woman, as we speak. They will find who did this, I promise-" John was cut off by the sound of the Doctor. He was signalling for myself and John to move over. We both stood, moving over and greeting the Doctor. The Doctor then led us into a small part of the hospital. It was jammed full of Nurses and patients,

"Your husband is just in there. I'll come back in a little bit." John gave his thanks and waited outside as I slowly opened the door. I cried out in horror as I saw the sight of Jim's welfare right in front of me. He was silent. His chest rising and falling perfectly but something was wrong. Jim wasn't awake. Quickly, I positioned myself onto the side of his bed and grabbed hold of Jim's hand,

"I'm so sorry Jim. This is all my fault, I let this happen. Please wake up, please. Ellie and I need you. But don't worry about me. Just focus on waking up, alright? Then we can find whoever did this and bring him down." I said quietly. Placing a kiss on his still cheek, I ran out of the room in a hurry. There was no-way I could stay any longer. The pain of seeing Jim like that was heart-wrenching enough. As I exited the ward, John caught my wrist and wore a concerned expression,

"Jules?" Shrugging John off, I ran out into the waiting room and then made the short journey into the car park. The wind had started to pick up a little bit. However, the sun was nowhere to be seen. Slumping onto one of the benches, I noticed that the amount of cars parked, was minimal. Odd. Then I felt a presence appear next to me. Turning, I came to face to face with a man about John's age. He staring intently at me,

"Can I help you?" I asked quietly. The man raised his eyebrows and smiled. It was fair to say, I'd seen this man before,

"I was just wondering if you had a lighter on you?" Shaking my head, I arose from the bench only to be stopped. The man had a hold grip on my wrist,

"Sorry, I don't smoke." The man laughed menacingly. I looked down at our en-twined wrists and that's when I saw it. He had a small tattoo but it wasn't hard to miss. It read: P.W

Locking eyes with the smoker, he smiled demonically and brought out a syringe. I gasped and tried to struggle, however, it was no use. The man swung the needle into my neck and before I knew it, the darkness had taken over.

UKNOWN LOCATION: 4 HOURS LATER:

Opening my eyes, I cried out in pain as a stinging sensation occurred in my neck. Bringing a hand up to stop the throbbing, I suddenly came to the realization of what had happened. P.W had kidnapped me. As I was about to stand, the sound of doors opening was audible. I stood quickly and manoeuvred myself to hide behind a large pillar. At least now, I had something to lean against and recuperate. The sound of footsteps was also now audible along with the sound of a mans cries. The footsteps seemed to be coming closer. Could they see me?

"Come out, come out, wherever you are. There's no hiding from me, my dear. You see, I have something of yours and I'm sure you'll cooperate when you see who it is." The voice was deep but menacing. Not French, no. It sounded far to strong for that. Then, it hit me. American. Oh, how could I have not recognized his face earlier,

"Peter Wilson." I said sharply. Peter laughed loudly,

"Took you long enough darling."

"What do you want from me?" I asked through gritted teeth,

"Come out and we can talk." Taking a deep breath, I stepped away from the towering block of concrete. "Good girl. It's nice to see you again. Oh, I hope you don't mind if I brought some friends along with me." Now out in the open, I could see my surroundings much clearer. Peter had taken me to some sought of warehouse. And it looked like it wasn't abandoned by the looks of things. The man himself stood like a hawk watching his prey. Then from behind me, the doors Peter had once entered from, opened again. This time, four brutes entered the room. I looked on in horror as they all had a limp body in their arms. Peter looked on in glee as they were brought before us,

"Oh my god. What the hell have you done?" I asked, raising my voice to the highest decibel level,

"Dr Watson, Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock Holmes and Jim Moriarty. The four men who have had the biggest impact in your pathetic life. If you had just chosen me, we wouldn't have been in this situation." Scoffing at his words, I ran a hand through my hair,

"What are you talking about?" Peter raised his eyebrows,

"Oh, I think you know."

FLASHBACK: JULIET MEETS PETER:

My life was beyond perfect. Not only did I have a brilliant boyfriend but I had made some new friends too. Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson. London's greatest detectives. Jim had agreed to move to England with me and life could not be better. However. Tonight was my works Christmas party and Jim was out on business. So, I was stuck going on my own. The restaurant was nice, but I felt out of place without Jim. Men had been giving me glances all night. Most of them looking at me like I was a piece of meat. My work colleague, Linda, nudged me as one of them saunted past our table,

"Ooh, Jules. He's nice." She said jokingly, her cockney accent showing through. Shaking my head, I focused back onto my drink,

"Nah. Not my type. Besides, I've got Jim." Linda laughed and nodded her head knowingly. "I'm going grab another drink, want one?" I asked. Linda nodded and gave me her order. The bar was busy, so I grabbed the nearest bar stool and gave the waiter our order. I then started to observe the people next to me. Jim had taught me a little about deducing things, so had Sherlock. Before I could, a cold pair of hands slithered around my waist,

"Come and dance darling." His voice was slimy, American too. I preferred my men Irish. Wriggling free of the grasp, I turned to look at the man,

"Get your hands off of my waist and piss off, I'm not interested." The waiter passed me my drinks and as I went to exit the awkward conversation, the American stopped me,

"Ah, yes. You're Moriarty's girl." What was that supposed to mean? "If I was you, darling, I would keep away." Looking the man in the eye, I squinted my own and moved a little closer,

"Really? Alright, why should I keep away?" The American smiled and picked up his own drink,

"James Moriarty is trouble, my darling. If you want to stay safe, you'd keep away. Here's my number. Call me when you need rescuing." He handed me a business card but instead of pocketing it, I ripped in two and let it fall to the floor,

"I'm good thanks. I'm a big girl, I can look after myself." With that, I picked up the drinks off the bar and headed back over Linda. I had no idea that Linda had overheard the whole thing. Placing the drinks down, she raised an eyebrow in my direction,

"What was that all about?" She asked curiously. I shrugged my shoulders,

"Just some guy trying to get my number, that's all." Linda picked up her martini and took a sip,

"That's not what it sounded like." Taking my diet coke, I waved her off,

"It doesn't matter. He's gone now. So? How's the wedding planning going?"

UNKNOWN LOCATION:

Shaking away the memory of that night, I kept glancing down towards Jim. That bastard had taken him straight from the ward and away from his medicine. Sherlock, John and Mycroft also lay, limp on the cold floor. If Mycroft was awake now, he would be having a heart attack. Same with John. Facing Peter once more, I gave him my deepest stare,

"So this is revenge then? Because the way I see it, there will be five of us leaving here alive. And you won't be one of them." Peter moved a little closer. I made the decision to remain where I stood,

"Revenge, maybe. But do you not see what Moriarty has done to you? He's twisted you, made you into his plaything." The bastard was now circling me, eyeing me up and down as he did. "I could've made you so happy Juliet. I'm rich, just like Jim. We could've had a happy life together. You see, ever since that night, I've been watching you. Following your every move."

"You're insane." I screamed. "You're bloody insane. We could never be happy together Peter. I'm married to the man who makes me happy. I don't care about wealth, you know that. You're just jealous that Jim got to me first. Ah, you're just jealous." As I continued to laugh, I was suddenly knocked off of my feet. Peter had forcefully slammed me up against one of the concrete pillars. In the corner of my eye, I could see three out four men coming to their senses. Peter noticed this fact also and let out a demonic chuckle. Sherlock was trying his best to stand, John was on his knees next to Jim and Mycroft was staring intensely at one of the brutes behind him,

"Don't bother Mr Holmes. The drugs won't of worn off just yet." Peter then glanced towards me. "We're at the best part now, Juliet. You see, I've had this plan forming and fumbling around in my brain for quite a long time. And now, I get to see it in action." I gulped and my breath hitched as he placed a hand onto my cheek,

"What plan?" I asked quietly,

"Because you never chose between myself and your criminal of a husband, I'm making you choose now. You, my darling, have to choose one. Only one. And that's not even the best part. Do you want to know why?" I kept my head still. Still trying to take in what the madman wanted me to do. "Well, I'll tell you. Because, the three you don't choose. You have to kill. I know? Fun, right?" Peter released me from the wall and handed me a handgun. Three bullets placed in perfectly. I took a step forwards and stared out at the men before me,

"And what if I don't comply? What if I don't choose and shoot? What happens then?" A hand slithered around my waist, just like one had done at the bar. Peter rested his head onto my shoulder and leant close to my ear,

"You don't want to know." His breath smelt of scotch. Normally the smell of scotch was intoxicating but in this case, it only made me despise. "Now. Don't waste my time. I do have other things to be doing." Peter remained behind me. A firm grip still in place. Taking a deep breath, I turned to face Sherlock. Sherlock had now regained his senses, unlike Mycroft or John. He started to shake his head. He knew what I was going to do and he didn't like it. But I had no choice, there was no way I would be choosing today. I'd rather die than see my family die before me. Smoothly, I dropped the gun and brought a knee up to Peter's groin. Peter released me from his vice-grip and held his private area in pain. The Brutes came a little closer but Sherlock was quicker, he brought a hand up to their faces and packed a mean punch. However, it didn't work. Sherlock was knocked backwards by another brute. John looked up in horror then looked back to me, maybe he was aware of the situation. "Oh, Juliet. You foolish girl." Suddenly, I was pushed back towards the concrete pillar. Peter staring down at me with hungry eyes,

"Juliet!" I heard John and Sherlock shout from behind me. Peter had moved a little closer to me, our lips almost touching. I wanted to smack him right there and then, but it was no use. I was too weak. One of the brutes handed a sharp pocket knife to Peter and immediately turned to me, his eyes had gone black,

"Times up. I told you, you didn't want to know. It's a shame, you were so pretty. We could've had beautiful children."

"You-You're insane. Why are you so obsessed with me, Peter? What did I do to you?" Peter opened the knife and brought it closer,

"I wanted you. And when I couldn't get what I wanted, I went mad. But now I see it, ah, I see it clearly." Gulping, I flickered my eyes from Peter's eyes to the knife,

"See what?" I asked desperately,

"You mean much, much more to me dead. Goodbye my darling. Such a shame to see you go." My eyes widen in fear. The panic started to set. I was going to die. This was it,

"Please Peter. Please-" I pleaded. Peter shook his head and brought the knife towards some more,

"It's too late darling. You had your chance. Goodbye." Closing my eyes. I waited for the blow, too weak to move when-

'BANG' 'BANG' 'BANG'

Opening my eyes, I sighed a breath of relief as I saw the deceased Peter on the floor. But everyone's eyes were not on me, no. Everybody was staring at the man holding the handgun I had discarded of earlier. He had saved me. He had fired the three bullets,

"Jim..."

A/N: OOOOOOHHH... Jim saved Juliet from dying. Isn't a doll. ;] The next chapter will be very interesting indeed... ;] Until next time my lovelies. ;]