Beautiful Liar

The Hardest Part

A/N: Let the games begin...

A WEEK LATER:

Trial of the century. That's what all of the tabloids had taken to calling it. Even OK magazine had done an article about it. All week, John had made sure I had been out of sight of the public eye. Sherlock had been doing his best not to talk about Jim either. But my mind could never be taken off him. Every waking second I wanted him next to me. Telling me that everything would be alright. We'd been away from each before, of course we had. That's what brought this whole situation on. My need to be near danger and Jim's need to cause it. Some nights, I would lie awake, thinking about what lay ahead for us.

"Don't rush me I'm Pregnant."

Today wasn't a good day. I'd burnt my toast. My tea-cup had smashed and I was sure the baby had kicked me enough times. Currently, I was holding onto Sherlock as we left 221B. John swung the door open and pushed away all of the crowding press. The flashes were bright and blinding to say the very least. The Bentley awaiting was courtesy of Mycroft. I guess the Wife of a Criminal has to arrive in style. God, this day couldn't get any worse. In a very short ten minutes, we arrived at the court. There seemed to be even more press here than back at Baker Street. Sherlock helped me out of the car and led me up to the building. Inside of the ostentatious lobby, Mycroft stood waiting. A small smile tugging at his thin lips.

"Good Morning Mrs Moriarty. As you probably remember, I told you that you would be called as a witness." I stared up at Mycroft and gulped. I'd totally forgotten about that. Sighing, I nodded but John wasn't having any of it.

"Mycroft, we have a very heavily pregnant woman. Do you really think it's necessary for her to be called as a witness? Against her own husband?" He shouted, trying his best not to attract attention. Mycroft shifted slightly and stood straighter,

"I don't make the rules John. Now, we best get moving. Don't want to keep them waiting."

THE TRIAL:

"I CALL JULIET MORIARTY TO THE STAND."

Cautiously, I climbed up to the stand and gazed upon my audience. I then turned to face Jim. He still looked the same. Same hair slicked back. Different Westwood suit. Our eyes locked and we gave each other supportive smiles. However, I had to tear my eyes away from my husband to face the Judge.

"Miss Harrison, please can you state what your relationship is like with Mr Moriarty." I tired to stand a little straighter,

"My name is no longer Harrison, your honour. It is Moriarty. I met Jim whilst I was on holiday in Dublin. It was a couple of years before the pool incident. We had, a connection. We could be ourselves."

"Did Mr Moriarty tell you about what his business was?" The Judge questioned. I smiled,

"At first no. He was quite, reserved about it. But when I finally got it out of him, I didn't shy away. No, I fell in love. At that point in my life, I craved danger." From beside the judge, I could see the Jury whispering to each other.

"And what about Mr Holmes? He is your best friend, yes? What did he think of the relationship?" Sighing, I took a quick glance up at Sherlock then focused back on the Judge,

"I never told Sherlock. Due to the circumstances, I just couldn't tell him. And it really didn't help that they were mortal enemies. But throughout, I never intended to hurt either. Sherlock and James are my life. I love them. When Sherlock did find out, I thought he would kill me. Although, surprisingly, he didn't. I can see in his eyes that he doesn't approve of my relationship. It kills me to know that my best friend is hurting inside." A single tear rolled down my cheek. I wiped it away, refusing to appear weak. The almighty Judge nodded along with my statement and rested on the palm of his hand,