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For every night for the next 2 weeks Sherlock snuck out of the flat after John had retired to his room and went off to Regan's. He enjoyed her "company" just as much as she enjoyed his. Even though when she woke up in the mornings Sherlock wasn't always there, but had returned to Baker Street to be back before John rose that morning, she always looked forward to that night when she would see him again. Of course they say a bit of each other at crime scenes but that just wasn't as nice considering they were standing over a dead body.
Things were finally back to normal. Sherlock still "living" at 221B, Lestrade got his job back, as did Regan. Things were good.
One night John was hurrying around getting dressed in a nice suit and tie and fixing himself up, tonight was the night he was going to propose to Mary. Sherlock was draped along the couch, as usual, thinking about a case Lestrade had asked him to consult on. He thought about how a single mother could take her eyes away from her son long enough for him to be kidnapped from their neighborhood park, how she could be so wound up in something more important than her only child, the fact ringing that she was the only one looking after him that brought Sherlock to these conclusions.
John dashes downstairs dressed handsomely in his attire to open the door that someone has been knocking on for the past two minutes, knocking that Sherlock was oblivious to due to his trance. "Regan" he says a bit surprised, "What are you doing here?" he notices her shaking from waiting out in the cold and invites her in.
She steps through the threshold, relieved when the warm air hits her rosy cheeks, "Sherlock texted me".
"He did?" he questions.
"Yeah, tonight's the big night" She smiles warmly, the color returning to her cheeks, "I know she'll say 'Yes'".
John grins, overjoyed, "Hopefully".
She pats him on the shoulder as he guides her up into the flat.
"Sherlock's kind of quiet today, he's working on a case" John explains as they enter seeing Sherlock resting on the couch.
"The William Percy case, the boy who went missing from a neighboring park" she says informingly.
John gasped, "Yes, that's the one".
"It's really got everyone stumped, of course Sherlock will figure it out" she utters complimentary as she takes a seat in Sherlock's chair.
John stays and chats for a while before he excuses himself to leave for his dinner with Mary.
When John has left it is silent except for the crackle of the fireplace. She sits there patiently for Sherlock to come out of his stupor and say something, but he doesn't. So Regan impatiently removes a book from the bookcase, 'Rites of Passage' By William Golding, and begins to read.
That night when John and Mary return to the flat the sitting room is empty. He figures that Regan had gone home and Sherlock had went to bed and so Mary and he travel up the stairs to John's bedroom.
Regan and Sherlock are startled by the sound of John and Mary's footsteps in the sitting room. They stay silent, naked in the sheets, until they hear the footsteps moving up the staircase and they begin breathing again, relieved.