A/N: So, I've had a change of plans. I realised that the sequel is too early. I've deleted Dangerous Liar and added this chapter on my first story. From now on my lovelies, I am going to add to this story until the sequel is ready and fits along with the story. Ok? Alright, let's continue.

I'm scared. You know, I've never bothered to feel, I've never had the need. Killing Edward all those years ago was the start of my demise; I chose to not to feel. All of the agents sent to kill me, I chose the wrong route there. It took a short walk through a field to clear my head. I had asked myself many questions, even questioned my existence for a little while. Everything was on fire for quite awhile and the was raging on; In my mind and right in-front of me. A long time ago, fear and feelings were no longer options. There was no room to do such things. However Ladies and Gentlemen, this story isn't all doom and gloom. I did meet John and Sherlock and for some time, my life had gained that normality I craved. I guess my rule not to feel soon drifted away when I met the boys. Then obviously I met Jim and well, you know the rest of the tale. I'm scared. And that's not be choice. There's so many questions that I've left unanswered. Peter for example. He set me up and now, he was gone. That's another one ticked off. But there's no way, no way, I can go back into my old ways again. I just can't. For my family's sake and for the planet's.

ACROSS EUROPE:

"THE SEARCH FOR JULIET MORIARTY, MOTHER OF ONE AND WIFE OF THE FAMOUS JIM MORIARTY; HAS CONCLUDED TODAY. AFTER SEVERAL WEEKS OF SEARCHING, INTERPOL AND THE METROPOLITAN POLICE HAVE CONCLUDED THEIR SEACH WITH MINIMAL EVIDENCE. THE FEW LEADS RECIVED ARE REPORTED TO HAVE BEEN WEAK. MR MORIARTY AND FAMILY FRIEND, SHERLOCK HOLMES, HAVE BOTH MADE PLEAS FOR JULIET TO CONTACT THEM. GREG LESTRADE OF THE METROPLITAN POLICE HAS MADE A SHORT PLEA TO THE GENERAL PUBLIC. ASKING: 'IF ANYBODY HAS ANY INFORMATION PLEASE DO NOT HESITATE TO CONTACT OR EMAIL.' ONE QUESTION ON EVERYONE'S MINDS IS THIS, WHERE IS JULIET NOW?"

PRESENT DAY: SIX WEEKS LATER: BELGUIM:

My heart seemed to be racing, nothing stopping it or slowing down. It'd been several weeks since the initial attack, Jim and the others still in my thoughts. But to be honest, I wasn't exactly sure where I was. France, or maybe Belgium. What about Ellie? She was still with the next-door neighbours. Did they know? Had Jim told them? All of these questions, all of the suffering was too much to take in. My family needed me, but what use was I here? Closing my eyes once more, I lay back down onto the concrete floor. Sweat-beads dripped down from my forehead, resting on my chest and on the palm of my hands. The temperature was sweltering and I could not stand this heat any longer. The sound of a chain rattled in the distance, a key maybe? Daylight soon flooded the inside of the room and the outline of a shadow moved closer the door. Lifting my head up, I tried to make out who exactly it was. A tall, lanky man came into view. He wore a fitted suit and smug grin,

"Good Afternoon." The man's tone was sharp and sounded almost British. I looked up and met the man's piercing blue eye's,

"Who are you? Where the hell am I?" A slim but muscular hand was offered to me, however, I chose to ignore it and continue staring,

"I am, shall we say, a forgotten man. A man of many pasts. As are you, my dear. Oh yes, I know all about your dealings. The Prime Minsters son? Kieran Howarth? Ian Gower? Lewis Poole? The list goes on and on, doesn't it? Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Jackson. Jackson Scott Holmes." No. He couldn't be? The third brother? No. My mouth fell open at the revelation. As far as I was concerned, there was only two brothers. Why hadn't Sherlock told me about this? Looking away from the piercingly blue eyes, I took a long, meaningful breath,

"Well then, Jackson. Please, I need to go home. I need to find my baby. She has to have her mother, please." I pleaded carefully. Jackson took a step forward and held out his arm again. Gracefully releasing his hand in the process,

"I'm afraid that isn't possible. Not right now. Please Juliet, accept my hand and stand. You look a sorrowful sight down there." He said smoothly. Nodding, I placed a hand onto his rather large one and raised myself up off of the floor. "There, isn't that much better? Come. I must show you something." Jackson made to exit, but I remained in place. This man was certainly not trustworthy to say the least,

"Look Jackson, I don't trust you. And how do I know, that you're not just going to kill me? Lead me out into the trenches and into the firing line? I'd rather stay here and rot in hell then follow you." Halfway through my rant, I moved closer to his features. "Why am I still alive? Why have you spared me? I'm no use to you, I can't do many things." Putting his hands into his trouser pockets, Jackson moved back inside the cell,

"Oh, but you can. Did you not wipe out an entire unit? Did you not murder the Prime Ministers son? Alright, I'll give you the truth. I want revenge."

"Revenge?" I asked with a snort,

"Yes. On my brothers." My facial expression dropped to a stern one and slowly back away,

"I know what you're doing. You want to use me and my knowledge against them. I'm sorry Jackson. I decline, I refuse." Jackson followed my footsteps and brought out a familiar looking syringe,

"Then, I apologize for what I am about to do. But unfortunately, you leave me no choice." Knowing what was coming next, I managed to avoid Jackson's grip. He spun around and tried to grab onto my waist, but I was far too quick. Slamming my knee upwards and towards his groin, the syringe was successfully knocked from his hand. This blow sent the man tumbling towards the ground, hard and fast. Picking up the discarded needle, I grabbed onto Jackson's collar-flaps and brought him up, face to face,

"I, will not, become your machine. Not now, not ever." Jackson's lips twisted into a sick smile, one that made my stomach turn violently,

"My brothers are weak. They will suffer. You-You are weak. Your emotions get the better of you. When my men find you and mark my words, they will. I will kill you and I will kill anyone you've ever spoken too."

"You're insane."

"No, I'm not insane. My dear, you are the one whose insane here." Screaming loudly, I swung the syringe into Jackson's neck; causing the man to fall limp my arms. Sighing loudly, I placed him onto the floor and slowly backed away from the cell. Daylight was harsh but this certainly was harsher. If the contents of that syringe was a chemical, it was certain I would not be a subject.

SOUTHERN FRANCE: 24 HOURS LATER: JIM & JULIET'S VILLA:

Slamming the car door, I shed my blood stained jacket and raced up to the front door. Knocking and pounding loudly at the door, the hope of someone answering was desperate. After a decent amount of knocking and crying, I soon came to the horrid conclusion that there was nobody home. Slowly, I rested my head on the front door; allowing the tears to flow freely. The weather had started to deteriorate since my arrival back into the France. It was nothing but rain, rain, rain. I had nothing on me. No phone, no keys and no money. Right now, I needed Jim. I needed Ellie and Sherlock. I just needed warmth. Pounding my fist against the door in frustration, I let out a loud scream. However a car's engine brought me back down to earth. Turning to face the said engine and wiping my tears away, my mind started to fuzz and work in overdrive. Out there, in the rain, was my hero. Jim slammed his car door and started to race over. I was lost for words. It hadn't been that long since I'd seen him, had it? But to be honest, I had lost track of time in solitary. The conditions hadn't exactly been brilliant. Nobody except the staff came to visit. So, it wasn't your typical hostage situation. As the rain cleared, Jim seemed to be a little clearer. He suddenly stopped in his tracks with a dumbfounded expression crossed all-over his face,

"I thought you were dead. I thought I'd lost you." Dead? That was a shock. Coming out of my bubble, my breathing slowed down and I stepped closer towards Jim,

"I know. It's a long story, a very long story. You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Jim let out a small chuckle and gripped onto one of my hands,

"Want to bet? I-I thought I would never see you again. We all did. Everyone gave up hope. Sherlock and John went home, they couldn't wait anymore. Mycroft stayed here to help me with Ellie and with you. Seven weeks of not giving up, not giving up the fight. What happened? What did they do to you? Who, who was it?" He said franticly. I cupped his cheek softly and rested against his forehead with my own,

"And darling, I thank you. For not giving up, for not leaving me. The-The people that took me, I-I never got a proper look at them. But they did hit me, whilst I was under the influence. They kicked and hit, trying to leave their mark. Just before I ran, the main culprit revealed himself and his dastardly plan."

"Who is he?" Jim asked angrily. Shaking my head, I slowly backed away from Jim,

"He's not important." Turning to face the front door, Jim slowly met my gaze and came to stand beside me. "But his plan is. We have to get Ellie and Mycroft. We're going back to London. I've got an important meeting with Mycroft and Sherlock."

"What's his plan? Look, Jules, what's going on?" Reaching up to his level and placing a soft kiss onto his lips, I slowly turned towards the car with Jim in tow,

"I'm sorry, there's not much time to explain. The future of the United Kingdom and the Holmes Brother's rests on my shoulders; and I'm not prepared to let them down today." Jim gave me his signature grin as we entered the car,

"And my girl's back."

A/N: Drama? What will happen next? Will Juliet tell about the third brother? And what are is intentions?