Beautiful Liar

A Split Personality

All I wanted was a fresh start. Away from the hustle and bustle of Baker Street. And for a couple of weeks, that's what Jim and I had. A fresh start. I felt at home for the first time in a long time. Mycroft's words still played back in my mind. But Jim would do something completely and utterly romantic, and the doubt was pushed away. The secret, my secret. Was still out there, hopefully safe with Mycroft. I'd heard nothing from Sherlock and to be perfectly honest, I didn't want to speak to him. I had everything I could ever ask for right here in Glasgow...

GLASGOW:

Life was excellent. Married life was excellent. Everything was excellent. Jim and I were stronger than ever. Recently, Jim had taken some time away to visit London. Probably to continue his little fascination with my best friend. Instead of being the boring housewife, I had got myself a neat little job. To be fair it wasn't much, but it kept me going whilst Jim was away.

"Good afternoon Juliet." I looked up from my phone to see our neighbour in her garden. She was a short woman in her 60's. It wasn't too long ago when her husband passed away, so I stopped to chat whenever I could get the chance. The Yeoman's were a lovely couple. Never got in your business and was always there to lend an extra hand if needed be.

"Good afternoon Helena. How are you today?" I asked kindly. She turned around from her weeding and gave me a toothy grin.

"Never been better dear." Smiling in return, I pushed my key into the lock but Mrs Yeoman looked round at me once again. "Oh, I forgot to tell you dear. You have a visitor. Friend of yours I think." She said innocently. I nodded my head in thanks and entered the townhouse. As I entered, I could vaguely hear talking coming from the living room. Slowly, I placed my bag onto the sideboard, grabbing my handgun out of it as I did. It was only recently that I had started to carry a gun with me. Jim had said that I need protection. I just thought it was sweet he wanted me safe. Moving out from the hall and into the living room, I positioned my gun in front of me. I stopped as soon as I entered.

"Well, well, well Juliet."

"Oh, you bastard." There, sat in Jim's armchair, was the one man I didn't want to see. Sherlock. He was sat up straight. His eyes boring into mine. Lowering the gun, I took a sharp breath. "Sherlock. What-What are you doing here?" I asked, shaking.

"I could ask you the same, Mrs Moriarty." He said coolly. I looked around the room, making sure nobody else was in here with us. Nothing was untouched, typical Sherlock. Sitting in the seat across from him, I took another deep breath.

"How about we play a game Sherlock. Just you and me?" Sherlock sat forward, eyes still focused on me.

"I don't play games. You know that Juliet." I mirrored his pose,

"Well, today you do. So, here's how it goes. I'll ask you a question then you can ask me one. How does that sound?" Sherlock shrugged his shoulders and leant back. I smiled softly and continued. "Question one. How did you find me?"

"That's not really a question-"

"Just answer it." I snapped back. Sherlock lifted his head up slightly,

"Mycroft informed me about your whereabouts. Told me a little about your recent relationship problems." Mycroft had told him. Mycroft had betrayed my trust. Oh my god, what would Jim do now? I couldn't let Mycroft get to Jim. I couldn't.

"I didn't know Mycroft was such a snitch. Next time I'll be more careful in giving out my secrets. Your turn."

"Why? Why Moriarty?" I looked down at the floor and sighed,

"To be honest Sherlock, I don't know. I fell in love with the most dangerous man in Britain and expected my life to run as normal. After meeting you and John, my life changed so much. The thrill of the chase, going to all of the crime scenes. Everything made me feel so alive. Then, I met James. He was dangerous and I loved it. I loved every single minute of it. I still do. Ask me another question." Sherlock stood up and started to pace.