Beautiful Liar

White Wedding

Billy Idol: It's a nice day for a, white wedding. It's a nice day to, start again...

THE WEDDING: AFTER PARTY:

Over the past couple of days, I have experienced heaven and hell. Literally. The day after I arrived back at Baker Street, I called Jim and told him everything that had happened. Jim obviously had been furious, he had gone ballistic about the whole situation. Sherlock and John had been quite comforting, Mary too. Thankfully, neither had listened when I told them about Mycroft. Mrs Hudson had showered me with Tea and cakes, apparently I had looked a little thin to her. However most of my time was covered by my paranoia. Everywhere I looked, I always thought I could see Mycroft. He had never been like this before. Before pleasant was an understatement. Now, well now I feel unsafe. When I had mentioned Jim to Mycroft he had flinched, almost as if he wasn't expecting to hear the name. Maybe I was the one looking at this wrong? Oh, it all made sense now. Jim was still dead as far as Mycroft was concerned. He knew that I was involved with him but still has no idea that I'm married to him. If I'm being followed and most likely I am, then he won't have got any shots of Jim. As Jim has to keep himself hidden. Oh. This was excellent... This was brilliant...

The wedding had gone off to a lovely start, Sherlock had naturally been himself. His best mans speech had also been a real treat. A murderer was stopped and Mary had just been informed that she was pregnant. So far, this was the best wedding I had ever been to. Everybody was in such a happy mood. And that's including Sherlock. 2 hours in and Mary had informed me that Sherlock and I's dance was coming up next. This should be fun.

"Oh cheer up Juliet. Worst things have happened at sea." Mrs Hudson said kindly. I gave her a warm smile and joined the detective on the dance floor. Suddenly the music started up and I was thrust into Sherlock's arms. I looked up and gazed into his cold eyes. Sherlock simply winked and began leading me around to the music. 4 minutes and a few wrong steps later, the waltz finished. A loud disco beat blasted from the speakers and Sherlock & I evacuated the dance floor. We both took a seat next to Mrs Hudson, "It's a shame you two never got married." I snapped my head round to look at Mrs Hudson.

"Mrs Hudson, Sherlock is one of my best friends. Plus, I'm a married woman." I said quietly over to the older woman. Mrs Hudson sent a knowing glance my way and started up a conversation with Molly Hooper. Sighing, I turned around to see Sherlock had left my side. Searching the large room, I couldn't seem to spot the curly haired detective. So instead, I got myself up and headed towards the bar. When I arrived there a bar tender greeted me and took my order. "Just a vodka and coke, please." I said pleasantly. The bar tender then started rushing up and down the bar, getting my drink ready. Thirty seconds later, my drink arrived and was I glad to see it. Alcohol wasn't really one of my strongest points. I'm not a lightweight but I can't normally stand the stuff. On Mary's hen party weekend, she had introduced me to the wonders of a vodka and coke. So, that was the only thing I could drink without me throwing it all back up. Not nice, I know. After a few minutes of observing and sitting, I stood only to be knocked back down by a passing figure. Sherlock.

"Sorry Juliet..." He said smoothly. Placing my drink on the counter, I followed my friend. He was heading outside into the large garden.

"Sherlock?" I asked, getting quite anxious. Sherlock turned on his heels and stopped dead in front of me,

"I've got to go. Have a good night. I know you will. Judging by your intake of alcohol."

"Why are you leaving? The party isn't over?" I asked once again. He inhaled and smiled brightly,

"The game is on."

With that, he left. Leaving me stood in the cold. I was about to head back inside when I heard the familiar sound of my phone ringing. Taking it out of my bag, I answered it quickly,