Beautiful Liar

Stayin' Alive: Part Two

A/N: Have you worked it out yet my lovelies? ;]

PART TWO:

JOHN'S P.O.V: MARY & JOHN'S HOME: THE NEXT DAY:

As I awoke, the harsh September sunlight crept through the curtains, making me stir in my current position. Mary was already awake with William, getting him ready for the funeral. However, I hadn't been able to sleep due to the strange text and voicemail from yesterday. What had it meant? I'd spent all night thinking about. I'd tried to come up with a logical solution, although nothing came to mind. Shuffling out of bed, I pulled on my blue robe and headed down the stairs. In the kitchen sat Mary, she was busy feeding William a bottle. On my way over to the toaster, I gave her a soft kiss on the forehead,

"Morning." She murmured. Smiling, I popped a slice of toast in and leaned back,

"Morning."

"Sherlock called. He said the car's coming a 12." I nodded but then a sudden thought occurred. Was Moriarty going to be at the funeral? Would Mycroft allow that? She was DEAD after all. "What's up John?" She asked, all of a sudden concerned,

"I've just realized that Moriarty may not be at Jules' funeral." I replied. Mary crossed her eyebrows and picked up the morning's newspaper. She passed it over hurriedly. "It looks like Mycroft's had a change of heart." Picking up William, Mary stood up from the table,

"Why would he? Juliet hated him." She asked innocently. There defiantly something going on. I wonder if Sherlock was aware of Mycroft's plans...

JIM'S P.O.V: THE FUNERAL:

Mycroft had seated me at the front, along with Sherlock and John. I hadn't complained, there was no point. There was quite a crowd. Most of them friends Juliet used to see when we lived in Glasgow. And a few of her school friends had turned up too. When the vicar started the service, he began to ask for speakers. I was first. Slightly shaking and extremely nervous, I stood and made my way to the pew,

"To begin with, I-I, just want thank you all for coming. I know Juliet would be pleased that you all could be here. Most of you here will see me as the psychotic criminal, the one who stole the crown jewels. But Juliet was the one who saw me for who I was. She got to see the real James Moriarty. However, we are also here to morn the loss of another soul. My daughter. It is true that I was too preoccupied with chasing down Sherlock to notice what was going on around me. I was foolish, I still am-" Then, I couldn't continue. Right then and there, I broke down. Showing human emotion was unlike me but this was different. Turning towards Juliet's resting place, I took a deep breath and looked inside the velvet coffin. My eyes widened in shock as I approached. It was empty. "What the hell?" Sherlock jumped up and raced up to the pew. He had a look of confusion mixed upon his face. This was impossible. Where was my wife?

"Can you not be yourself for just one-" Sherlock was cut-off when he saw the empty coffin. John joined us and stood gaping along with his friend.

"What's going- Oh my god. That's empty. Juliet, where is she?" He asked. I angrily shrugged my shoulders and looked around the church. Most of the crowd had started to become restless. I turned back to Sherlock and noticed that he had one of his knowing looks plastered across his face.

"What do you know?" I asked loudly. Sherlock looked out into the audience and sighed,

"It's not me you should be asking." He then pointed towards his brother. "What's going on Mycroft? First I get a voicemail. Then John get's a text. And now this? What type of sick game are you playing? This is a dead woman we are talking about here. Not an excuse for the British Government to have it's playtime." Sherlock yelled loudly. Mycroft slowly made his own way up to the pew and shook his head softly,

"Is that what you think, brother dear? I'm shocked by your lack of expertise. I would've thought that the voicemail would've been a friendly clue, hmm." Moving forward, I got close to Mycroft's features,

"What the hell are you talking about? What's going on?"

"It's not for me to tell. You'll find out in time. Now, if we are done here, I've got a very important meeting to attend. I bid you all a good day." Then, as if our curiosity couldn't get any worse, Mycroft nodded towards his men and exited the church. What just happened? What did he mean? Where was Juliet's body? But before I could voice my queries, I could feel a cold pair of handcuffs being slapped upon my wrists. Back to Mycroft's version of hell it was.

JOHN'S P.O.V: THE FUNERAL:

"Sherlock? What did he mean? What is going on?" I asked Sherlock in a rushed tone. Sherlock was now leaning on the coffin, seething from Mycroft's words. Mycroft knows something about Juliet, I'm not an idiot, I could tell,

"Mycroft has something, he's keeping something hidden. A secret. But the question is, what? Juliet was a clever girl. She was quick on her feet. What would she have done?" We both stood, thinking. Then a voice broke us from out deep thought,

"I know." Turning, I saw Mary. She was stood holding William. Sherlock also turned too. "Oh Sherlock! Think about it! We never saw Juliet's body and Mycroft was the one to break the news. Why would he be the one to do it? Not John or Jim?" A spark of thought flashed across Sherlock's eyes and he clapped his hands together in glee,

"Mary! You brilliant woman. That's it." She smiled and both started to leave the church. Looking at the pair, I started to follow them. Extremely confused,

"What's brilliant? Is someone going to tell me what the hell is going on?" I asked. Sherlock turned with a large grin on his face,

"The game is on."

JIM'S P.O.V: MYCROFT'S OFFICE: 3 HOURS LATER:

So this was it. I'd given Mycroft everything I knew. All of my protection was gone. It had slipped away along with my integrity. Pulling the rolled up sleeves down on my suit, I followed Mycroft out of the office. He had given me no information about what had happened at 'Juliet's funeral'. How however much I tried and pushed, he gave no clue. Leaning against his doorway, he handed me a file,

"A car will take you to the airport. America will suit you nicely. I'll make sure Sherlock doesn't follow you, I can assure you. I'm forever in your debt you see." Looking through the large oak door a darkened, black Bentley sat awaiting my departure. Mycroft then held his hand out. "Goodbye Mr Moriarty." Swiftly, I accepted his hand and shook it firmly,

"Goodbye Mr Holmes." Exiting the large building alone, I could hear the oak door slam shut behind me. Sighing, I noticed that one of my laces had become undone. Way to keep up appearances Jim... I bent down, back to the car and started to tie. From behind me, however, I heard the car door open,

"Your car is ready Mr Moriarty." Wait. I knew that voice. It sounded so familiar. It sounded almost like-,

"Juliet?" I turned on my heels and saw the impossible stood right before me.

"Hello honey. Did you miss us?"

DUN. DUN. DUN... TO BE CONTINUED IN PART THREE:

A/N: So, who figured it all out? ;]