Beautiful Liar

The Beginning

A/N: Welcome one and all to Beautiful Liar. Originally I post this on Fanfiction.net, however, I feel that it's time you all had a taste of the Juliet/Jim love story here on wattpad.

I've got a secret. Want to know what it is? All in good time my friends, all in good time. Now, I'm going to take you back. Back to the very beginning. I was only just leaving work when I heard a mans cry from outside. Working at St. Barts made me almost immune to people's cries and tears, hearing them everyday just made you aware it was a loss. But this was different. Almost as if the man was in pain. It's then when I realised what had happened... I had been good friends with John and his 'friend' for a little while. And you see fellow readers, I have a secret. And I have kept this secret from them for so long. The thing is... I'm Jim Moriarty's wife. No, I can't go into much detail about how we met. Yes, I know, Sherlock said he was gay but that was all a disguise to fool the sleuth. Sherlock had informed me about his plan to fake his death as I was also close to him and so had Jim. Basically I had to just play along; on both sides. Right, put it this way, I met Sherlock and John. Became friends with them. Then, one day I met Jim. We started dating and I had to keep it from the boys. And yes, I knew he was Sherlock's 'Nemesis'. Some may have called it sleeping with the enemy, some may have called it tainted love. But, let's not dilly-dally about here. We start at the very beginning...

"John!" I yelled loudly from across the street. John was led down in the centre of a large and ever growing crowd. He turned his head my way and started to stand,

"Jules... Sherlock... He's-He's... Jules Sherlock's dead." He said in between his tears. Obviously, I knew the truth. But Sherlock had made me promise that I never tell John. Pulling him towards me I engulfed him in a hug. I could hear John's muffled cries below me.

"What?" I asked, trying my very hardest to put on my best poker face, "Shh... John. It's alright. C'mon. We best let the police take over here." John nodded his head and started to walk in front of me. Quickly thinking on the spot, I gave my car keys to the distraught soldier and told him that I would be with him shortly. John plodded off in the direction of the car park, his cries still audible. Police had started to gather round the spot where Sherlock had 'fell'. DI Lestrade stood just a little behind the officers, he looked over to me, tears had started rolling down his face also,

"Did you see anything Juliet?" He asked, wiping away the tears. I shook my head,

"No, it was John who saw it all. I was just coming out from inside when I saw John huddled on the floor." To be fair, I wasn't completely lying. I hadn't seen anything. Lestrade nodded and gave a meak smile,

"I can't believe he would do this. Maybe all of the fame got to him." His voice was strained. Poor man. I nodded my head in agreement,

"Yeah, maybe. Look Greg. I'm sorry to have to cut this short but I left my handbag inside and I've got another suicidal man over there." I pointed in John's direction, "So, do you mind if I get going?"

"Of course, of course. Juliet, be careful. Today has taught me a lesson, life is too valuable to waste. Go home and tell your fiancé what happened. I've never met him or seen him but he sounds decent. Then, go and have a great life. You deserve it." With that Lestrade turned on his heels and turned away. If he knew who my fiancé was he wouldn't be saying that...

Sighing, I turned to walk back into the vacant building. It was true that I had left my bag inside but out the corner of my eye I could see John slouched against the car. His vulnerability knocked me out of my bag hunt and instead I headed in the direction of the car. Hoping the next time I was next here would be when I was no longer Juliet Harrison. I would be Juliet Moriarty.

2 YEARS LATER:

The morning sunshine broke through the curtains, making me move from my current position in the bed. 2 years had passed since the incident and John had move on. Luckily, a lovely woman named Mary had worked her way into his heart. Mrs Hudson had never bothered to rent out the flat, she felt that it wasn't right to. Anderson, a man Sherlock detested, had become plagued with guilt causing him to quit the force. However, he had used his guilt as a motive to try and find Sherlock. Something which, in my opinion, was very kind. And my life? Well... After looking after John whilst he dealt with the death of his best friend, I had left London for Glasgow. John had asked why, so had Mrs Hudson. I told them that 'Richard' and I where moving to Glasgow due to work commitments. Neither, thankfully had asked more questions. So here I was, led in bed with the only person that mattered in my life. 'Richard' or Jim. We had retreated to a small apartment in central Glasgow. Hoping nobody would recognise us and especially since Sherlock was still on Moriarty's tail. No, Sherlock didn't know he was alive but he had tracked down all of his associates. So technically it was only a matter of time. Stretching over, I could feel a finger running down my spine,

"Good Morning." I said in a sleepy haze,

"Good morning my love." Smiling I turned to face the Irish wonder next to me, "How does it feel to be a married woman then? Mrs Moriarty?"

Leaning in close to his face, I let out a little laugh and felt a hand cup my cheek,

"It feels, brilliant. I love you."

"I love you also. But, I have to get up." Groaning, I lobbed a pillow in Jim's direction as he left the bed. Jim was off to Norway to do some 'Criminal Consulting'. He wouldn't be back for 2 months. Which wasn't to pleasant as I hated to be far away from him. But, when I agreed to be his wife I knew what was to come, "I can't miss my flight. Will you miss me?" His tone had grown cocky. I tilted my head and gave out a sly smile,

"Maybe... Will you miss me?" He laughed and planted a kiss softly on my lips,

"Of course I will love. What will you be doing whilst I'm away?" I shifted my position in the bed once again and sat up,

"I'm off to London to see John. Apparently he has some news. Anyway, I have a feeling I know what it is." Jim lifted his head out from the wardrobe and raised an eyebrow,

"Sherlock?" He questioned, I nodded,

"I think so anyway. It's been two years. Will I be seeing you in London when you get back Mr Moriarty?"

"Yes. I want to you to stay with them for a little while. Then, I will come and surprise them with a visit. Try not to let Sherlock discover who you're married to. He does that very well." Nodding once more I arose from the bed and threw my arms around Jim's neck,

"Oh Mr Moriarty, you are evil." He grinned like a proud school boy,

"And that's why you love me Mrs Moriarty."

So, you know now the secret. But that doesn't mean the others do. Won't they get a shock when they finally find out who my nearest and dearest is? No, I'm not a sociopath like my husband but I have my ways...