Beautiful Liar

Did You Miss Me?

A/N:  Now, this chapter is based around 'His last vow'. So enjoy.

Christmas. A time for good spirit and cheer. Or that's what I thought...

25TH DECEMBER: CHRISTMAS DAY:

"I don't want anything touching the laptop."

Originally the plan was to spend Christmas with my husband. But seeing as that plan quickly disintegrated, I was stuck spending Christmas with the Holmes'. To be fair they were a nice family. But it meant that I would have to eat at the same table as Mycroft. Yes, talk about awkward. Also after Mary and John's relationship troubles, the tension was obvious. The smell of alcohol and food was getting all too much for my senses. Like I said, I'm not an alcohol person. Sitting up firmly, I made a quick escape for the front door. However, I was suddenly stopped by Mrs Holmes.

"You alright Juliet?" She asked sweetly. I nodded my head and smiled,

"I'm fantastic, honestly. I just need a cigarette." Sherlock, who was sat in the corner, raised his eyebrows,

"You don't smoke." He said bluntly. I shrugged my shoulders and turned to face him,

"Well, I can start." Sherlock scoffed and the room suddenly fell silent. It stayed that way until Mycroft arose from the dining table,

"I think I'll start as well." He gave me a small smile and motioned for me to join him outside. I took hold of his extended arm and exited the small cottage. The weather had been rocky for days. Storms threatening to trash the south coast. Thankfully, it had stopped in time for Christmas day. Outside of the cottage, Mycroft took out a cigarette and held one over to me. Quickly I declined.

"I don't smoke. To be honest, I just wanted to get out of that house." I said coolly. Mycroft moved away from the green front door. He then came to stand beside me, holding the cigarette in his left hand. The smoke was almost blinding.

"One knows how you feel. Try spending an entire childhood there." Laughing, once again internally, I looked up at Mycroft with curious eyes.

"Can I ask you a question Mycroft?"

"Go on." He replied, slightly on edge.

"Why did you kidnap me? I was gone for two days." I said a little too desperately. Mycroft took a long drag from the cigarette and sighed,

"I wanted information out of you. The kidnapping thing normally seems to work. But not with you. you're strong willed Juliet Harrison. I trust that you know I am in knowledge of your time with Jim Moriarty." Sighing along with Mycroft, I nodded my head. Why was he being so calm about this? Technically, I had broken several international laws in the past five years. So, why go from sinister to calm?

"Yes, I know. If you want to arrest me, then you'll have to do it now-" Mycroft threw his cigarette onto the floor and turned around,

"Arrest you? My dearest Juliet, why would I arrest you? No, no, no. Juliet, you was in love. How could I deny that? I apologize for kidnapping you. It was only for the Information, I promise you dear. I would never want to hurt my brothers best friend." Smiling, I stopped Mycroft from moving and leant up to kiss his cheek.

"Thank you. And I mean that Mycroft." Mycroft nodded his head in return and ventured back inside. Now, only to tell him that we're married...

I must have been stood outside for some time, as when I finally decided to make my own way back inside I almost stumbled into John and a very eager Sherlock. Grabbing them both by their sleeves, I pulled them so they were facing me,