I've been a little less active lately when it comes to posting chapters, sorry, weekends are kind of busy for me. I finished this pretty quickly though, so Enjoy!
"Sherlock" she says as she nudges him awake.
He stirs as he awakes, "What?"
"Wake up" she whispers, "You have work to do".
"Me? What about you? How close are you to proving I was innocent" he hisses.
"Well, unlike you, I have a job" She retorts.
7 Months later
There's a knock on Regan's bathroom door, she turns off the shower for a moment, "Yeah?" she yells.
Sherlock replies quickly, "I'm borrowing your gun".
"What!?" Regan steps out of the shower and nearly slips as she is wrapping the towel around her. When she gets out of the bathroom Sherlock darts out of her room and down the stairs. She catches him before he ducks out the window, "Hey" she says as she wipes the water dripping from her hair and down her face.
"I'll be careful" he guarantees her.
"Good, because I don't want to dig another bullet out of you tonight" she says reassured.
Regan is fast asleep on the couch by the time Sherlock climbs through the window. He adjusts his jacket as he strips off his coat and scarf. He takes a seat at the kitchen table and resumes his work on looking for the last gunman.
Regan wakes up to the sun streaming through the windows. Sherlock is busy at the table and she immediately sits up, "Are you okay?"
He turns to her, "Yes, fine".
"And…" She pushes.
"And now I am searching for the last one, I believe his name is Sebastian Moran, Moriarty's right hand man" he then digs himself back into his work.
Regan walks over to the table and looks over his shoulder, like a hawk, at the files.
"Do you mind?" He says as he crooks his head in her direction.
Regan becomes aware, "Oh" she clenches her teeth together, "Sorry, I'll let you work". She backs away from him and upstairs to get ready for work.
When Regan arrived home from work that evening she found Sherlock doing the exact same thing, in the same exact spot she left him in that morning. "Have you moved from this morning?" she asks him questionably.
"No, too busy" she doesn't take his eyes off his work.
"Sherlock, take a break, let me make you dinner" She says concernedly.
This time he looks up to her, "I need to keep working".
"Sherlock, in the last 9 months you have tracked down and killed 2 out of 3 gunmen, take a break".
He closes the file and sets it aside, "Just until dinners over", he proclaims.
"Progress" Regan smiles.
As they eat Sherlock is off in his own little world, thinking about Sebastian and how he will be able to finally return to John and Baker Street.
"I've started dating again" John admits to Regan over the bar.
"You have!" She exclaims, "That's great! I'd love to meet him".
John gives Regan a confused look, "What? You said him".
"Yeah, whomever you're dating, I'd like to meet him" she repeats.
"I'm…I'm not gay" he announces, a little too loud.
Regan starts, "You and Sherlock…?"
"No. He was my best friend" he confesses.
Regan starts to blush, "I am so sorry" she begins apologizing, "I'd love to meet this girl you're seeing.
Regan storms through the door that night. "God" she begins, "Could you make me seem anymore stupid".
Sherlock exits his praying position, the way he thinks on the couch. "What are you going on about?"
"You and John weren't gay" she says.
"Who said we were?"
"Who said you weren't? I assumed because two single men were sharing a flat…" she declared.
"He's my friend" he announces.
"I know that that's all that was going on now, John explained it to me very slowly". she's embarrassed.