Beautiful Liar

Full Of Suprises

To quote Abba, 'I have a dream'... Just too bad my dreams don't come true...

"What do you want Mycroft? Sherlock's out but- You already knew that didn't you?"

My tone was angry. Maybe even a little sarcastic? Back when I was living here in London, there hadn't been much conversation between myself and Sherlock's older brother. If I was present for his visits, I would maybe get the simple nod of the head or a quiet hello. Mycroft nodded his head and strode straight past me. We both ventured up to Sherlock's flat and sat opposite each other. A stern look crossed his face,

"There was something that I wanted to discuss with you." He said in a business type manner.

"Oh? What is it?" I said reluctantly. Mycroft could sense my restlessness and pulled out a large file. My eyes grew ten times larger as I realized what the man was implying. "What's that?" I asked again, much more sterner this time.

"What do you know about the spider?" Mycroft asked curiously. The spider? The spider? Who is the-oh. Jim. Shaking my head, I stood and moved over to the window,

"Nothing. Mycroft, I'm sorry, but I don't know what the spider is." Now it was my turn to play innocent, "What is it with you and your brother? Asking me all these questions. Seriously Mycroft, I'm sick of it. I'm not a child. First he asked me about Moriarty-" As soon as began to talk, I could hear the distant sound of the door slamming downstairs in the porch. Footsteps clambered up the creaky steps and all too quickly, Sherlock and John had interrupted our conversation. The alarm on Sherlock's face was unrecognizable. It was almost as if he was stunned that Mycroft was here, talking to me.

"Good afternoon Sherlock. I trust you've had a pleasant day?." Mycroft said, sounding all professional again. Sherlock came to stand by me near the window and let out an exaggerated sigh,

"What are you doing here Mycroft? Not offering Juliet money are you? He does that you know." I let out a suppressed laugh and put a hand on Sherlock's stone cold cheek,

"Not to worry. Mycroft here was only asking about my time in Glasgow. And about Richard. We have a better relationship than you may think Sherlock. Now, I think that was everything? Wasn't it Mycroft? If you need to know anymore, please don't hesitate to call me."

With that lie perfectly executed, Mycroft took his leave. Leaving both Sherlock and John spellbound. Six just couldn't come sooner. Pulling out my phone, I sent Jim a text. I felt it was necessary after Mycroft's odd questions,

To Jim-From Juliet: Mycroft was here asking about you darling. xx

Seconds later, my phone buzzed. Luckily, neither John nor Sherlock looked up,

To Juliet-From Jim: I know, I saw. Beautiful lying by the way love. xx

I smiled. And sent a quick reply back,

To Jim-From Juliet: Thanks darling. Can't wait to see you. What's happening your end? xx

My phone buzzed again. This time Sherlock peeked around from his desk, I could see him from the corner of my eye secretly spying on me. He and Mycroft where more alike than I first thought.

To Juliet-From Jim: Nothing. Killed a couple of hours with Seb. Missing you. Life is boring without you here love. See you at six. xx

Once again I smiled and internally squealed. Ever since the events on top of the hospital, Jim and I had been closer than ever. In all honesty, that's why we married as we did. Our quiet affair was all we needed. We didn't care about anything that day. And when we were away from everything up in Glasgow, Jim and I would cherish the time we spent together. After all, love was the only thing that really mattered. At night, we would hold each other and it would just be us. Me and Jim against the world. Those who think of Jim Moriarty, think of the psychopath who shot himself on top of St Barts. They think that he was the man who was obsessed with Sherlock Holmes. And true maybe he was a psychopath? But he was my psychopath and not once did he lay a finger on me. Jim treated me perfectly and I did same to him. We made each other and had done for so many years. Six had better come soon or I might go mad...

THE RITZ HOTEL:

After our meal, Jim had booked a hotel room for us. Sherlock would probably deduce what my activities would've been as soon as I returned the next day. So thank the lord for en-suites. I had just taken a seat in the large sitting area of the suite when my phone had started to ring; John. Jim had gone to take a shower, so without thinking, I answered it,

"Hi John? What's up?" I asked kindly. Thankful this wasn't Sherlock or worse Mycroft.

"Nothing. It's just, we, um. I mean Sherlock, was wondering if you where alright? He said your phone was turned off."

"Oh right, well. I'm with Richard at the moment..." I left it there. In the background, I could hear Sherlock firing his gun at the wall.

"Ahh, that makes sense. I'm sorry to bother you Jules. Enjoy your night, say hi to Richard for me will you?"

"Of course John. Have a good night now. Wait, tell Sherlock to call Greg if he's bored. He needs to work on his best mans speech." Quietly giggling to myself, I hung up on John and moved over to the bedroom. During my conversation with John, Jim had got himself out of the shower and changed into his jeans. With no shirt. Ah dear, I was going to have some fun tonight wasn't I?