Beautiful Liar

Betrayal and Beginnings

A/N: The Moriarty-Party will start very soon...

Not long to go now... Time is almost up...

MYCROFT'S OFFICE: MIDDAY:

It had been 3 hours since Jim's little episode. And I couldn't have been happier. He was finally making himself known once more. The news stations where going crazy. Moriarty was back and that only meant one thing. Trouble. But I didn't care, he was perfect to me. Very quickly though, extra security had to be set up around Baker Street. Mary and John had offered for me to stay at their house, which I thought was very kind. However, I was forced to decline. As I had a date in Scotland. Yes, I was going home. And nobody was going to stop me. But before I left, there was one thing that I had to do...

"What exactly are you telling me Juliet?"

"Do you need me to repeat it?"

Currently, I was situated in front of Mycroft like a naughty child at the headmasters office. He was trying to get his head around my revelation,

"No. So, you've been lying to me then? You're not Juliet Harrison." Mycroft leaned forward on his elbows and raised an eyebrow. "You're Juliet Moriarty."

"Congratulations Mycroft. Now, what exactly are you going to do? Arrest me? Cause that's not really your style is it?" I said mockingly. Mycroft sighed and stood up,

"Oh Juliet. I want to help you, I really do. But you know that this changes everything, right? I'm not going to arrest you. I don't think I could bring myself to do it. However, I will tell you this dear. From here on out, you are on your own. I cannot be the holder of your secret. Sherlock and John will eventually find out. It's up to you now dear." He said smoothly. Tears started to well up in my eyes. Was this really it? Was my secret going to be told? Standing up also, I met Mycroft's gaze,

"I understand. How do I tell them? I've been keeping this in for so many years..." I trailed off, Mycroft placed a hand onto my own,

"You'll find a way. I cannot promise a happy response. You are married to James Moriarty for Christ's sake! But, I give you my word that my men will not follow you up to Scotland."

"Really? You'd do that?" I asked hopefully. Mycroft nodded,

"Hmm. I would. But after that, I'm afraid I cannot help you. James Moriarty is the most wanted man in England right now. And once word get's around that you where involved with him, you'll be on their list too."

I nodded too and moved over to his office door,

"Goodbye Mycroft."

"Oh Juliet, I doubt that this will be last time we speak." Chuckling, I gave him a small nod and left the room.

221B BAKER STREET:

The weather had turned from worse to horrible in a matter of seconds. I had managed to escape it though, as I had arrived back at the flat moments before it started. Walking inside, the smell of Mrs Hudson's baking hit me like a ton of bricks. Gosh, I was going to miss her food. I entered Sherlock's flat only to find it empty. Sighing, I picked up a blank paper and began to write a small note:

Dear Sherlock,

It's a shame that you are not here to say goodbye. You always are best at saying it. After all that has happened here, I feel it is time for me to move back up north. Oh, how I have enjoyed my time in London. Scotland is my home now and my home is with Richard. I will be back to see you soon and I hope whilst I'm gone that you look after yourself. Take care of John and Mary, please for me. Sherlock, find Jim Moriarty. And get the justice you need. However it takes, you will find him. I give you all of my love,

Juliet x

Sighing sadly, I neatly folded the note and placed it on top of Sherlock's laptop. Very soon 2pm came and it was time to make myself scarce. Heading downstairs, I said a quick goodbye to Mrs Hudson. The police outside also wished me a pleasant trip and within no time, I was on my way. The taxi pulled up onto the curb and taking one quick look at the famous flat, I sighed and stepped in. Let the games begin. I had told Sherlock to catch Jim. And by him doing that, I would be able to tell Sherlock and John about Jim. Only if I had realized that my plan wasn't to work.

3RD P.O.V:

Mycroft sat back in his seat and sighed. Why was his brother friends with that girl? Suddenly, a knock at the door broke Mycroft from his thoughts. Sitting up, he gave the go forward,

"Come in." He said loudly. The door opened and his newest client entered the room,

"You called Mycroft?"

"Ah, good afternoon brother dear. I have some information on Jim Moriarty that I think you will be able to use to your advantage."

Sherlock moved closer to Mycroft and raised his eyebrows,

"What information?!" He asked sharply. Mycroft produced several folders and handed them over to his younger brother,

"Information on a Mrs Juliet Moriarty."

Sherlock turned away from the folders and shot Mycroft a look,

"Juliet Moriarty?" He asked once again, not quite believing what he was hearing.

"Why do you think she's gone to Scotland so quickly? Oh Sherlock, you are slow. Juliet Moriarty is a liar. She has been for some years. Anyway, it's all there in the files. I'll leave you to read them." Mycroft left the room swiftly and Sherlock still hadn't moved.

Juliet Moriarty? No, that couldn't be right, he thought. Sherlock looked down at the files once more and inhaled sharply. His Juliet was a liar? Why didn't she tell him she was married? How long had she bee-,

"Oh. Oh! What a clever girl. Juliet Moriarty, you clever girl."

Sherlock knew he would get down to the bottom of this...

A/N: Mycroft betrayed Juliet! Sad face... But now the action starts... And the Moriarty-Party is in full swing...