Highest function

Chapter twelve

Juliet was walking in the dark.

And her phone rung, she checked it and it said John. "Hello?" She said. "Juliet Lima." John said. Juliet laughed. "John. What?" "What do you see?" He asked her. "Leinster Gardens, John." "Look in front of you what do you see?" He said. "Houses." She said. "Look closely." The wind was blowing. "What am I suppose to be looking at?" "The houses are painted on the end the back nothing. A ruse. It's a tunnel for the London train. It is like you Juliet. Something real outside, but inside. A ruse. Come in its a little cramped." She walked in and saw John at the end of the hallway. In a chair. "Sherlock is my best friend, why would you lie to him? He's so deep in love with you." She swallowed her throat was closing up. "It's something that happened when I lived in- Afghanistan." John looked up from the shadow. "What did you get caught in Juliet?" "I was in Al Qaeda. For fifteen years John, but I stopped. Because I meant Sherlock. And after our breakup I went back and shot our leader. Hassan. Because he wouldn't let me out again." She exhaled out her breath cut while she exhaled. "I couldn't lose the thought of losing Sherlock. I love him. I'm in love with him. I know I lied to him for its for his own safety and everyone else whom I come into contact with John!" "One question." "Where you married?" "No, my leader said virgins were more powerful. But when I met Sherlock. I couldn't help but to make love to him." "You lied to me, Mary , Molly, and Sherlock." John said. "I can't just tell people I'm in Al Qaeda!" "Your not anymore are you." "That's private John." His breath through the phone staggered. "Just tell me!" "No once I shot Hassan. I quit." John walked out from behind her. "John, a dummy?" John looked at her and turned on the light to Sherlock sitting in a wheelchair. She covered her mouth. He looked at her and ruffled his curls. He looked horrible. His eyes were bloodshot. He was pale and he had dark circles under his eyes. Most of all he was mad. And he felt betrayed. She bit her lip. He stood and walked over. He brushed past her without looking at her. He stood in front of her. "Baker street now." John said Sherlock looked at Juliet with pain and admit.

The taxi ride home was terribly quiet. And they walked into the flat. Juliet stood. In the corner she was wearing skinny jeans, a white button down, brown loafers and a gray peacoat. Sherlock looked at her. "What did I deserve to have someone like you. To come I'm my life?" He said through his teeth the veins in his neck popping out. He was in rage. "What is she Sherlock?" John said. "A liar." Sherlock answered. "No, look." He said again. Sherlock looked at her. "My girlfriend. The woman whom at one time carried my child?" John got a chair and set it down. "Now. You are nothing more than just a client. Sit we're going to listen." "Why?" Juliet shook her head. "Tell us. To see if we want your case." Sherlock said monotoned. "When I was 17. I moved to Afghanistan. My teacher told me about the Taliban. And, made it sound like a good thing. So I met up with Hassan. A huge leader in my community. So one day I was recruiting women, and when I turned twenty, I wanted to get out. Hassan said. 'You won't get another chance like this. If you do you will get killed.' And I went to work at Barts hospital where I met Molly. And we became good friends. And then I met Mary. She was like the sister I wished I had. And the rest is." She got a hard drive out with the letters. JAL Sherlock took it. "What are the letters?" "My initials but if. You love me don't read it in front of me." She said. Sherlock twirled it within his fingers. "Why not?" Sherlock asked. "Because once you read it, you won't love me anymore." She cried softly. Sherlock looked down. "You have whip lashes on your back from which means you betrayed them at some point. You have a scar on your wrist from your men pushing you or beating you." Sherlock said. "Those two men, who shot Hassan who were they?" John asked. Juliet looked up. "Friends I used to work with alliances." Juliet said. John stood as Juliet did too. Sherlock stood. "I need some time Juliet." He said looking at her with pain. He looked horrible. His heart was broken. "Sherlock," she touched his arm he let go. "You lied to me since the beginning. I don't know you I-" he looked at her. "You betrayed me again, Juliet." She looked at him. "Sherlock, I-" "Just stop explaining! You already caused enough damage!" He screamed swallowing he held onto his head. "Why couldn't you just tell me?" "I was scared!" Juliet screamed. "You lied to me for two years Juliet! Two years!" "I-" Juliet begin to say. "Stop. Trying." John whispered to her. And led her out. Sherlock watching her get her coat. And sitting. Hearing her motor roar and grow faint in the distance. "You okay?" John asked. Sherlock put his elbow on the arm of his chair. His finger hand on his mouth. Sherlock shook his head. "No, John I'm afraid not."