So Sorry for not updating in forever it's been kind of crazy, I spent a week in Hawaii and missed a paper and I have currently been very preoccupied with that. You guys are so patient and for that I thank you. Without further adieu, Chapter 3!
John holds open the door to the bar for Regan who is then followed through the door by Sherlock. They each take a seat at the bar with Regan in between the two men. The bartender addresses them for their drink orders.
"Two beers" John adds covering his and Sherlock's order. "I'll have a Sapphire Martini with an extra olive" Regan adds shortly after them. They glance at her about her strange choice in beverage.
"So" John starts, "Where exactly are you from?" addressing Regan.
"Seattle, born and raised" she adds sipping her recently received Martini.
"It's rainy there." John adds.
"Of course it is, it is located in the Northwestern area of the United States, right by the ocean, John. Stop trying to make conversation, you're doing it very poorly" Sherlock interrupts.
"Is he always like this?" She asks. "Always" John replies with a chuckle.
At 10:30pm they walk out and Sherlock steps away to hail a cab. Regan pulls John aside for a moment and whispers, "Sherlock doesn't like me, does he?" "No, of course he does, he doesn't show it very well but, he does" John reassures her. "It's obvious. We will be working together a lot, I just don't want him to be forced to work with someone he hates. What do I need to do to get on his good side?"
John ponders her question not knowing what to say, "Don't….Don't be offended by what he says, and allow him to be the brilliant one".
Sherlock joins them to bring John to the cab. "Regan, would you like to join our cab, if you're going this direction?" John asks trying to be polite.
She waves them off, "No, thank you but, no".
She starts walking down the street following the same path their cab took. She removes the Light Brown hair that was blown in front of her face from the wind and continues on down the road.
Sherlock and John climb underneath the crime scene tape and find a young woman's body lying in the street. "God Lestrade! A two! You texted me about a TWO!"
Lestrade is utterly puzzled, "What in god's name are you talking about?"
"The woman tripped and smashed her head on the pavement! Can't you tell!?" Sherlock walks to wear the woman's head lies, face down. He says mockingly to Lestrade, "The pool of blood streaming from her head, her broken heel, that alone tells that she walking down the street, 'la de dah', and broke her heel when she stepped in that pot hole there, she them continued to fall to the ground resulting in her hitting her head on the pavement".
"Except for the fact that it isn't her blood", Lestrade rebuttals. Sherlock just stares at Lestrade pondering his words for a moment, he then shifts his gaze to John, then back to Lestrade. Lestrade questions, "Regan, what do you think?"
"Me?!" she is nervous, Sherlock can see it in her clenched jaw, can hear it in her struggling voice. She looks to Sherlock, she remembers what John had told her the other night, 'to let him be the brilliant one'. "I don't know" she decides to say.
Sherlock is confused as he looks at her with his squinted gaze, he can tell that she just lied, her eyes were shifty, she started breathing heavier, and that she started grinding her teeth together. His eyes open wide, "Say IT!"
"Say what?" she replies, still nervous as ever.
"You lied. Say what you know. If you don't you would be withholding evidence".
She pauses for a few seconds and then releases "Blood Transfusion" from her lips.
Sherlock studies the words then, "Of course! Lestrade, did the person's whose blood this is ever donate blood or organs?"
"Henry Prince, donated Bone Marrow last month." He reads from the laptop set atop one of the cars.
"Another Case solved by the great Sherlock Holmes" Sherlock announces as he grins and leaves the crime scene.
Regan catches up to him and John, "You!? You were puzzled a minute ago, you mean me!"
"Why would anyone think of that, it almost never happens!? Why did you think of it!?" Sherlock verbally attacks her with his loud, alarming voice.
She steps back a bit from him obviously hurt by his questions, "My mom died of Leukemia last year, she was considering a blood transfusion but it never happened".
"I'm Sorry" John interjects. Sherlock spins around and walks away leaving John and Regan standing alone on the side walk. John gives a sympathetic smile then continues on after Sherlock.