Hello! I finished this Chapter fast, it's a bit longer too. Hope you enjoy, I am very happy with this chapter. I'll update again soon.
Regan sat at her kitchen table, she had read the newspaper and had two cups of tea in 10 minutes. There hasn't been a case in a week that she had worked with John and Sherlock, it was understandable, they had become something of a commodity in these parts. She was bored. She pushes herself up from her chair and upstairs to get ready, she had to be at Scotland Yard by 7 o' clock and she figured 5:29 was a good time to start getting her shit together and actually have her life be normal.
Sherlock wrapped the sheet around him tighter when John walked into the large sitting room where he was seated. John looks at him as he takes a seat on the couch next to Sherlock.
He glances around and then asks, "Are you wearing any pants?"
Sherlock replies nonchalantly, "No". John pauses and then the two join in a childish laugh.
"Buckingham Palace. Right. I am seriously fighting an impulse to steal an ashtray" John says in awe. "What are we doing here? Sherlock, no, seriously. What?".
"I don't know" he says plainly.
"Here to see the queen?" he says when Mycroft coincidentally walks into the room.
"Oh! Apparently, yes!" Sherlock says trying to make a joke.
Mycroft interrupts, "Just once can you two behave like grown-ups?"
"We solve crimes, I blog about it and he forgets his pants. I wouldn't hold out too much hope." John utters obviously very proud of himself.
Mycroft continues, "We are in Buckingham Palace. The very heart of the British nation. Sherlock Holmes, put your trousers on."
"What for?" Sherlock challenges.
"Your client".
"And my client is?" he retorts.
About an hour later here's a knock on Regan's door right as she's about to leave, as she opens it she sees the one person she would have never expected, her brother.
"Peter?! What are you doing here?" She states shocked by her brother's appearance at her flat.
"You're not happy to see me?" he answers.
Regan steps aside allowing him to come in, "Of course I'm glad to see you you're my brother, I just need to be going, I have to go to work".
"I'm sorry, I can come back later" he begins to leave.
"Wait. Where are you staying?" she asks.
"The Chamberlain" he states.
"I'll meet you in the lobby at 6, we can grab some dinner", she assures him, "I want to know what you've been up to for the past few weeks".
Regan meets Peter in the lobby and from there take off to Northumberland Street. They walk in to Angelo's and take the window seat.
"I hope this is okay, a….colleague….of mine recommended it" she says pointedly.
"Fine. Italian is always good".
"So, why are you here" She questions, "I mean, you didn't just come here to visit me".
He looks uneasy, "I need your help".
"What have you gotten into?" She demands.
"Dad and I aren't really on speaking terms right now so you're my only hope" he starts, "There's a shipment coming in and I need to steal it".
"A shipment of what?" She asks worriedly.
"…Cocaine. 10 kilos of Cocaine".
"You're kidding" she hopes.
"I swear, I wouldn't have agreed to it if I didn't need the money" he pleads.
"If you need money you could've asked me, not go and get yourself involved in drug smuggling" She's disappointed and Peter can tell.
"You're my little sister, you should be coming to me for money, not the other way around" he admits.
"I can't help you, I'm sorry"
He rests his head on the table in defeat, "Please", He begs.
Just then Angelo makes his way to their table, "What can I get you two?"
She says politely, "We're not quite ready".
Angelo nods and leaves them.
Regan's eyes linger where they had met Angelo's as she thinks. "I can't help you, but, I know someone who can".