Beautiful Liar

Two Minds Think Alike

A/N: Things are going to start heating up soon...

One night of passion. That's all it took for me to be cast under his spell. Mycroft knows, I can tell. No doubt he will tell John. Who will then tell Sherlock. And, you know how the rest will go... Holding a secret of this magnitude can cause you to stress. It can cause you to become paranoid and jumpy. Some would ask why are you with Jim if the relationship is causing you all of this trouble? Well, I love Jim. Hard to believe, I know. But I do. At first it felt wrong. Jim Moriarty was the nemesis of Sherlock Holmes, my best friend. But I soon realized that Jim and I belonged together. And you know what? To this day, Sherlock has never bothered once to ask about my so-called husband. He has never asked to meet him or see him face to face. Which does make me wonder... However, my fellow readers, I would do anything for Jim. Anything...

In a blind panic, I awoke only to be greeted by an empty bed. Sighing, I pulled on my clothes and opened the door. Behind the door stood John and a rather smug looking Sherlock. Although, both had an amused look spread across their faces. Crossing my arms over my chest, I tried to slowly hide my bareness,

"What the hell?" I asked, suddenly sounding quite angry. Sherlock pushed past me and arrogantly strode into the suite. He had his deducing look on his face,

"Judging by the state of this suite and your hair; you were obviously-" Before I could intervene, John rushed over to his colleague.

"Sherlock!" He yelled loudly. Sherlock looked blankly at John before raising an eyebrow up at me. John's expression softened only a little, "Sherlock, what Jules does behind closed doors isn't any of our business." He stepped back from the tall detective and let out a breath of relief.

"Thank you John." I whispered over. John gave me a decent smile and winked in my direction. I was going to speak again but Sherlock stepped forward once again.

"Anyway, Juliet, we've got a case." Sherlock said, almost sounding like an excited 3 year old.

"And you're telling me because? Sherlock?" I asked flatly. I'm not in the mood for anything today, especially one of Sherlock's many episodes. Suddenly, Sherlock started to bounce around the suite, once again like a 3 year old.

"Because! My dearest Juliet! The game is on. Now, get ready. We have lot's to do." He quickly bounded past me but before he could leave, I stopped him in his tracks,

"Sherlock?! Hold on. You want me to come with you and John? To Scotland Yard?" I asked curiously. Unsure of the current situation. Sherlock planted a kiss on my forehead and grinned,

"The game is on."

With that, he left and bounded out of the room. I looked over at John and smiled,

"Ahh, he's one of a kind, isn't he?"

"You could say that?!"

Laughing, I linked arms with John and left the room also.

Outside of the grand hotel, John hailed a cab and we where soon on our way. The taxi ride was quiet and calm. However, there was a mist of tension in the air. John was sat looking out the window. Sherlock was busy texting on his phone. So that left me, who was still at a loss to why he had invited me along. Once we had arrived at Scotland Yard, we were greeted by a friend so to say of Sherlock's. D.I Lestrade, who was also stood next to Sgt. Donovan. I had always hated Donovan. Plus she had called Sherlock a freak. Believe me, Sherlock was no freak. We exited the car and began to walk with the pair.

"Glad you could come Sherlock. This one, I'm sure you'll like." Lestrade said proudly. Sherlock let out a muffled groan and entered the building. Inside, men and women bustled about. All working hard to serve justice. John and Donovan where in deep conversation next to me. Most likely, talking about Sherlock. Lestrade was up front trying to convince Sherlock on why this case was such a good case. I was busy looking at my surroundings, taking everything I saw in. To be fair, I wasn't a detective like Sherlock. But I had my qualities, most I learnt from Jim. After being in a relationship with a Consulting Criminal for so long, you start to pick up things. For example, lying. That was the main one I focused on. Suddenly, I stopped in my tracks. I wasn't sure why I had until I looked behind me. There was a man stood by the door, staring deeply at me. Almost as if he was trying to kill me with is glare. I turned back to the group I had been with to see had John noticed my sudden movements and also had stopped too.

"Jules? You alright?" He asked kindly. I snapped back into reality and nodded along,

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Um, I need the loo. Sgt. Donovan? Where's the nearest loo?" I asked, hints of fake sweetness lined my tone. Sgt Donovan pointed to her left and continued with the group, "Thanks. I'll catch up with you John."

John nodded and caught up with the collection. Once the group was out of sight, I headed outside instead of the direction of the toilets. The man who had been staring at me had now disappeared. Outside, the rain had started to pour down. Typical. However there was no crowds. Which, I thought unusual for a Friday morning. Looking around at my surroundings, I could see nothing. Nothing that would link me to this odd man. I was going to head back inside when out of the blue, my phone started to buzz. Taking it out of my pocket, I frowned at the caller ID.

BLOCKED ID.

Cautiously, I answered. Still looking at my surroundings,

"Hello?"

"I'm watching you Juliet. I'm always watching you." Gulping, I became a little more frantic,

"Who is this? C'mon, show yourself. Make yourself known. If your watching me, then I must be watching you."

"Ah. You're more like your husband than you know, Mrs Moriarty. Smart, clever, witty."

"How do you know that? Who is this?"

"Look behind you." Just like that, the phone died. And reluctantly, I turned around, only to be met by a sharp object. I fell backwards and could feel myself falling into darkness. My phone slipped out of my hands and I could hear the shards shatter onto the hard concrete. Then, after a short battle, I let the darkness take over.

3RD PERSON: AN HOUR LATER:

It had been a whole hour and Juliet had still not returned from her diversion to the toilet. Sherlock hadn't been able to concentrate on the presentation being given by Lestrade. It had been boring to say the least. After an hour, he had signalled for John that he was going to leave. John had tried to protest but doing that silently was a little hard. So they had both got up and left. On his way down, Sherlock had made a mental note to check the toilets for Juliet; but he had no luck. She was nowhere to be seen. John was stood by the entrance, looking a little embarrassed that his friend had entered the ladies loo's. He perked up a bit when he saw Sherlock exit,

"Find her?" He asked hopefully. Sherlock shook his head and let out an annoyed sigh,

"Not there. C'mon, I've not time for her games." Sighing as well, John followed Sherlock outside onto the cold street. However, instead of moving forward, John nearly fell into his colleague. Sherlock wasn't moving, he couldn't. There, lying on the street, was Juliet's phone. Rushing over to the object, Sherlock started to deduce the scene,

"Is that-?" John asked but Sherlock cut him off,

"Juliet's phone. It's smashed, most likely dropped. There's blood over there. This looks like a kidnapping." Sherlock said, trying not to show the emotion he currently felt. John stooped down to Sherlock's level and put his head into his hands, "C'mon John. We've got to find Lestrade, Juliet's been kidnapped. But for why? We need to get all police units on alert. Right, let's go. C'mon John, there's no time to waste."

Sherlock started off down the street, leaving John to stare at the scene before him. Juliet, the innocent Juliet was gone.