Beautiful Liar

Stayin' Alive: Part Three

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed my little Moffat moment, I know it was fun to write. Now. On with the 3rd part of Stayin' alive. :] Oh and I'm saying that Jim is about 33-34 in this. :] Andrew is 37 (Which is still young ;]) but I've always thought the character of Jim was a little younger.

PART THREE:

JULIET'S P.O.V:

"Hello honey. Did you miss us?"

The shock was evident on Jim's face. Moving closer to my husband, I placed a hand on his cheek,

"How? You-I-You died?" He stammered. Smiling, I took a hold of his hand,

"Thank Mycroft. He's been foolish. Do you want to know why? Mycroft chose to trust a Moriarty." Jim smiled softly, still obviously shocked. He then reached out to caress my cheek. "I'm real Jim, I'm not a dream. Did you really think I would leave you? Oh darling, I wouldn't leave you for the whole of England." Then, as If by magic, our lips connected. Moving passionately in sync with each other. I then pulled away and started to drag Jim towards the car. "We have to get going. Mycroft has arranged a plane for the three of us, LA I think."

"The three of us?" Jim asked curiously. Of course, he didn't know. Chuckling, I pointed to the car-seat inside the Bentley. Jim inhaled sharply at the sight of a baby girl. His baby girl,

"Me, you and Ellie." He looked between myself and the sleeping infant. Grinning widely like the Cheshire cat, he pulled me close for another kiss. "I never gave up Jim."

SHERLOCK'S P.O.V: BAKER STREET:

It was the only solution. It was the only one that fit the purpose. She was ALIVE. Juliet was ALIVE. I had tried to call Mycroft but his phone had been switched off. That was unlike him. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Looking up from the laptop, I saw Mycroft sauntering into the room. John and Mary had gone out, so it was just he and myself,

"Good afternoon Mycroft." I spoke flatly. Mycroft remained in the doorway holding a blue paper file. "What is that?" I asked, motioning towards the file,

"The answer to all of your queries, problems and worries. However, I ask that you read it carefully and with great caution." Standing, I grabbed the file from his reach and stared at it for a moment. My brother studied me carefully as I did,

"You can leave now." I said again, this time much sharper.

"I will leave once you have read the contents of that file. It is greatly important that I remain here whilst you do." Scoffing, I flipped it open and started to read.

Name: Juliet Anne Moriarty

Age: 29 years.

Spouse: James Moriarty

Children: Ellie Anne Moriarty

Dear Mycroft,

In this letter you will find my plan. This is what I intend to do. But to do this, I need your help and cooperation. So, here goes:

1. Help me deliver the baby.

2. Once the baby has arrived, transport us to the nearest secure location you can find.

3. With the 2nd step done, inform Sherlock, John and Jim that I am dead. Tell them that Myself and the baby died during labour.

4. Make a deal with Jim. Now he will be after revenge, he will help.

5. I will send a voicemail to Sherlock. It's recorded so my cover won't be blown.

6. Deliver the empty coffin at my 'funeral'.

7. Get the information you want out of Jim.

8. ?

My thoughts had been true all along. Juliet was alive and well. But where was she going? Then it occurred to me. Moriarty had told Mycroft everything. All or most of his secrets. But, had they been true?

"Mycroft. You've been foolish." Mycroft raised an eyebrow,

"How so, brother dear?" Slamming the file down onto the desk, I moved closer to my brother,

"You trusted a Moriarty. One the scale of one to ten, trusting a Moriarty is eleven. The things Jim told you were complete rubbish. He would never give up his network. I used to be sympathetic towards him, now he's going be worse than ever."

"What are you saying Sherlock?" Mycroft's tone was serious,

"I need Juliet and Ellie, is it? To be safe and away from that monster. Once I thought he was just a sin, now I know he's the devil." Mycroft sighed and picked up the discarded file,

"There is nothing more you can do Sherlock. They've left for America and that's final. They're Obama's problem now. Not ours-"

Mycroft was cut off by the ringing of his phone. I rolled my eyes and slumped into the chair beside me,

"Mycroft Holmes." He answered. His expression hardened. "What do you mean they didn't get onto the plane? Well, find where they are. I've gained some information that I know is very important. The Moriarty's cannot leave the country. That is an order." Mycroft quickly placed the phone into his coat pocket and made for the door. This was great. I felt a sense of deja vu. The Moriarty's were wanted once again. Mycroft was an imbecile to believe Jim in the first place. Suddenly, I could feel my phone vibrate. Pulling it out, I saw that a text had arrived:

To Sherlock Holmes-From Juliet Moriarty: Dover. The Docks. 2 hours. Be there, please. Do not tell Mycroft. Xx

What was Juliet planning? In my eyes, she was just digging herself into a deeper hole. Becoming a fugitive with Jim Moriarty was defiantly something she shouldn't be doing. But, I had to get to her before Mycroft did. He wasn't going to ruin Juliet's life a second time. There was no way I could allow that. Mycroft maybe my brother but Juliet is the one I love.

A/N: So... Sherlock said that he loves her... As a sister of course. We wouldn't want any odd pairings going on here, would we children? ;] Also, the next chapter will be a sad one. Just be ready to get the emotional stuff out the way then we can focus on the Moriarty Clan and their adventures. But in future chapters, there will be much, much, much more drama and action. I am also introducing some new baddies. ;]