Beautiful Liar

View From Another Side

A/N: The time jump will happen in the next chapter! So be prepared! This chapter maybe a little shorter than the rest as I'm telling it from everyone else's P.O.V. Plus we also get to see how Jim and Juliet met. It will be shown as a dream sequence and It's going to be in italics. So hopefully there won't be any confusion. ;]

JIM's P.O.V: THE DOCKS:

"GUILTY."

The Judge's voiced boomed across the room. It wasn't unexpected, It's what I knew the result would be. Turning to face my Pregnant wife, I saw the look of horror in her eyes. She zoomed forwards and leaned over the balcony, trying to be closer to me. But it was no use. Sherlock had followed her and was starting to calm her down. I rolled my eyes at the pretentious Judge. He was beginning to read out my charges, not like I didn't know them anyway. Quickly, I could feel two rough looking officers approaching from behind. I could easily take them down. However, there was no point in thinking that now. Time was up. One arm was each placed on my broad shoulders and with a force they started to drag me away. Stopping in my tracks, I turned to face Juliet,

"I Love you." Slowly, I could feel a tear roll down my cheek. Today wasn't a day to be bothered about empathy. I could see my wife leaning even closer to the edge,

"I Love you too. Please. No. Jim, I love you. No." She cried out. Sadly, I gave her one last signature smile and allowed the brutes to drag me away. As we left the docks, I could still hear Juliet's cries. It was tearing my heart in two to hear her. This was all Mycroft's fault. Although, I couldn't play the blame game now. We all had a part to play in my demise. Slowly, I was pushed into a van and before I had time to collect my thoughts, we had left the courts behind.

JOHN'S P.O.V:

We all knew what the result would be. And I'm sure Juliet knew too. As the Judge read out Moriarty's charges, the sound of Juliet's screams was unbearable. Did Mycroft have no heart? Did not realize what he was doing to the poor girl? From the far corners of my eyes, I could see Sherlock jump out of his seat. I was about to do the same when I felt a hand tug at my jacket. Turning, I saw Mary shaking her head at me.

"No John. Let Sherlock go to her." She said softly. I nodded and remained seated. We both sat in silence, hoping this was all a bizarre nightmare. Grabbing hold of Mary's hand, I gave it a loving squeeze. She smiled and leaned on my shoulder. Moriarty was led away and Juliet's screaming became worse. No matter how much Sherlock tried to calm her down, she just kept on crying. And to top it all off, Mycroft was heading her way. Looking over to Sherlock, I eyed him to pull the emotional wreck in front of him away before it was too late. But Sherlock being Sherlock wasn't looking. He himself had noticed Mycroft's arrival and was starting to get angry himself. I leaned close to Mary's ear,

"We should get the car." I whispered quietly. Suddenly, a loud slap pulled me away from Mary and turned my attention over to Juliet. She had slapped Mycroft. Good on her. I leaned back over to Mary. "And maybe an ambulance." Mary chuckled and stood, collecting her bag as she did. However, before we had the chance to leave, Mycroft swiftly made his way past us. Not saying a single word to any of us. Rude man.

"Take me home Sherlock." Juliet said from beside Sherlock. I sent her a supportive smile but I know it wouldn't of registered. We all left the docks and scrambled out of the back, trying to avoid the press as much as possible. The car wasn't to far away and when we finally reached it, Juliet started to feel weak. Mary quickly bundled the pregnant woman into the Bentley and before too long she was asleep on Sherlock's right shoulder...

JULIET'S P.O.V: FLASHBACK: JIM & JULIET MEET:

The music was unbearable. Why had I even agreed to this holiday? I could've easily spent two weeks skiing in the alps but nope. I chose a boozy weekend with the girls. My version of hell. Today hadn't been so bad. I'd been to look around Dublin, I'd done most of the tourist attractions. But now I had to endure watching my friends try to pick up men. Most of them were far too old anyway. Grabbing my handbag, I made a bee-line for the exit. I wanted out of there and fast. However, before I had the chance to escape, some drunk fool had blocked my path. On purpose I imagine. He started to slowly advance in the small space we were both stuck in. I tried to turn around but it was no use. Dancers and drinkers blocked my every route.

"Want to dance?" He slurred. I shook my head politely and kept tight hold of my handbag,

"I'm good thanks, I was just leaving." Seeing an opening, I tried to cut through but the drunkard was quicker,

"Well, I'll come with you." He advanced closer. Almost too close for comfort. The man then grabbed one of my wrists and pulled me closer. I could smell his breath and it wasn't a pretty stench.

"Please." I begged. "Please. I just want to go home." The man laughed and pulled me little closer. However, before he had time to reply, he was pulled away by two of the bodyguards. Had they only just noticed he was harassing me? He struggled against their grip but they were stronger. Laughing, I turned around only to be face to face with another man. But this time, I didn't flinch away. Instead, I became lost in his eyes.

"I believe a thank you is in order." The man said coyly. I broke my trance and smiled,

"Did you call the guards over?" He nodded. "Well. Thank you. At least someone is awake tonight." I said softly. The man held out his hand,

"James Moriarty. But you can just call me Jim." I took the extended hand and instead of shaking it, Jim brought it up to his mouth and planted a soft kiss on my fingertips. Blushing, I stared back into his eyes once again,

"Juliet Harrison. I see that we're the only ones not drunk here." He laughed and released my hand,

"I don't drink that often. It's only on rare occasions that I do." Nodding along with him, I smiled,

"Same here." Jim then looked around him and then moved back onto me,

"Do you want to go down to the pub down the road? It's a little quieter." Smiling, I en-twinned our hands and hastily left the club with the Irish wonder. Jim was my knight in shinning armour alright. And I was soon to be his princess...

SHERLOCK'S P.O.V:

For most of the journey, I had focused my attention on Juliet and Juliet only. She looked so peaceful sleeping. So innocent and yet so much had happened today. I was furious at Mycroft. What he had done to Juliet wasn't acceptable and he knew it. And even though, I hated to admit it, my empathy lied with Jim. He would refuse to speak to Mycroft. He would be tortured until dead. It scared me even thinking about what it would do to Juliet. A breakdown was already in the works it would only take time for another to occur. I turned to face John, he was sat on the other side of Juliet,

"Your mad." I said plainly. John spun his head around and groaned,

"Of course I'm mad Sherlock!" He yelled in a hushed tone. "Your brother has destroyed a perfectly good relationship. Not to mention a new family. That child will never see her father. She will never know what happened."

"What do you want me to do John?" I asked. John scoffed,

"Talk to Mycroft, please. There must be something we can do? Even you said wait until the court case. So it's happened, we've got the result. Now, what happens next?" Looking down at the girl on my shoulder, I sighed,

"I don't know John. We can't do anything. Love is out of the question now. It's Juliet's choice now. She has to be the one to decide her destiny-"

"Bull crap." John interrupted rudely. I shook my head and planted a kiss on Juliet's forehead. She shifted slightly but never stirred. It was true, I was right. Juliet was to be one to decide what happened next. John just didn't want to admit it. We arrived outside John & Mary's house and I shook Juliet gently in order to wake her up. She opened her eyes and gave me a sad smile,

"Where are we?" She asked. I brushed her blond hair out of her face,

"Home."

Sooo... You finally got to see how Jim & Juliet met. It was so nice writing that flashback. Ok, so be majorly prepared for some kick-ass Juliet and plenty of DRAMA. Let me know what you guys thought. :D