Beautiful Liar

The Unexpected

Five long years. That's how long I've been keeping this secret. Five long years. And in those five long years, I've had to go at this relationship alone. I wasn't aloud to tell anyone. I couldn't let anyone know. When Jim and I had an argument, which wasn't that often, all I could do was lie. Lie and tell my friends that 'Richard' and I had just had a little spat. John used to offer his services in the army when we used to fight. I found that quite comical. I still do... To be honest, I'm scared right now. Sherlock has got a deduction about me, I can see it. And I have the darkest feeling I know what It is... There are times when I wish that Jim and I could just run. Run from all of the madness. But I'm dreaming beyond my reaches there...

"Never mind Sherlock, you'll catch him next time."

As I entered Baker Street once again, I could hear John and Sherlock talking from upstairs. Since arriving here my day had gone better than planned. Not only had Jim come to surprise me, he had also taken me out for a nice meal. Which is something we used to regularly when we lived up in Glasgow. We had also talked about Sherlock. I had filled him in on some things, although he knew most of them already. As this is Jim Moriarty we are talking about here. But everything has come to a sudden end when he was called away. Shutting the large door behind me, I thought about going to see Mrs Hudson but decided against it in the end. I mean I have a month to catch up with her, don't I? Hanging my coat up on the rails, I ventured upstairs, curious to see what was going on. When I entered the room, there was a certain tension hanging in the air. Sherlock stood in the window holding his violin whilst John was pacing quickly across the room.

"Hi guys." I said quietly. Both men turned towards me and started to acknowledge my presence. The first to speak was not John, but was indeed Sherlock,

"Juliet, where have you been?" He said sternly. Well, someone was certainly playing the role of older brother today, weren't they? I simply smiled and pointed towards his phone,

"I sent you a text Sherlock and you John. I've been out and about. Just getting to know London again, I guess." My lying had become a lot stronger in the past few years. Having a consulting criminal as a spouse did come with some perks. Shifting from his position by the window, Sherlock picked up his phone and started to check his texts. I could see his face blush a little when the realization hit home. "Sorry." He looked in my direction once more and offered a small smile. A smile I gladly accepted. Sitting down on the sofa, I began to scan the room. Nothing had changed. John came to sit next to me and pushed a piece of paper into my hands. I looked up at John, but he said nothing. Just gestured for me to be quiet. Opening the item, all I could see was a small piece of text. Looking at it closer I felt my eyes spread wide. It read: 'Will you be Mary's maid of honour?'. I smiled at John and kissed his cheek but then I realized something. Something which I almost forgot,

"Wait? Doesn't that mean I have to-" John held his hand up and sighed,

"Yep." I looked over to Sherlock, who had now taken to typing on John's laptop,

"But I can't-" John stopped me again,

"I know. Now I've got to go, I'll see you at dinner tomorrow." Sighing, I hugged John as he left. Sherlock didn't even acknowledge his friends absence. Rude man. The room had grown another cloud of tension. I stood, making my way over to Sherlock. And quick as a flash, I shut the laptop lid down so his full attention was on me. He looked up at me with a funny look,

"What was that for? Juliet, if you don't mind, I'm trying to solve this case."

"Sherlock you can go back to your case in a second. But first of all I need to tell you something." This got his attention.

"What? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine Sherlock! Look, Mary's made me chief bridesmaid. Why I don't know? But anyway, that means only one thing. You and I Sherlock Holmes, have to dance together. And we both know that I can't slow dance." Sherlock let out a little grin at my rant.

"If you can't slow dance, what did you do for your first dance then?" He cocked his eyebrows up in a cocky kind of manor. I smiled internally and sighed,

"Um. Sherlock? Richard only had a small affair. We didn't really have a first dance, if you get me?" The look on his face said it all. And the memories came flooding back. But, I quickly shook them away. I cant have Sherlock deducing now, can I?

2 WEEKS LATER:

The wedding had crept up on us quick. I had tried to reason with John and Mary that I couldn't dance, but they hadn't listened. Sherlock hadn't been a great either. He'd been too busy to teach me as he was still working on his best mans speech. However, Mrs Hudson had tried to teach me little. So I was of some understanding of it at the present. With only two days to the wedding, everybody was busying themselves with things to do. Mary had dragged John and Sherlock out as both had become a little to much to handle. After their stint on the stag night, we were keeping an extra eye on them. I myself had never seen Sherlock or John drunk. But I wished someone would've filmed it. My day hadn't been to productive. Baking with Mrs Hudson, food shopping and an extra helping of re-runs. I had just been sat in Sherlock's favourite armchair when my phone began to ring:

'Mama I'm in love with a criminal. And This Kind of love isn't rational, it's physical.'

Smiling, I picked up my phone and unlocked it. Recently I had changed Jim's ringtone to Criminal by Brittany Spears. It was just a spare of the moment thing but I knew it described him perfectly.

"Hello." I said halfway through a yawn,

"Hello love. What's the matter?" He said, sounding quite concerned. I smiled, although I knew he couldn't see me,

"Nothing. I'm just so bored. Everyone is out. Again." I said loudly, there was a pause then Jim spoke again,

"Don't worry love, we've got what we needed from our suppliers. I'll be there at 6. Be ready Darling."

With that he left the call. Sitting back in the seat, I closed my eyes, hoping to try and catch some much need sleep. A knock at the door downstairs caused me to jolt up out of the seat. I headed down the stairs and opened the door. There stood a tall looking man, who was oddly holding an umbrella.

"Good afternoon Juliet."

"Good afternoon Mycroft."

Now you see boys and girls, Mycroft has a position in the British Government. And he's not one for making house calls. So, what's his motive this time?...