Two chapters in one day, congrats everyone, its your lucky day. I had to finish this chapter before I went to sleep. Enjoy!
"Hello, Molly" Regan flashes her a smile as she walks into the lab.
"Oh, hello" Molly replies kindheartedly.
"I need to review your findings on the Bruhl Children case" She asks politely.
"Of course"
Just then Sergeant Donovan comes through the door, "Detective, you're needed".
Regan walks up the stairs of 221B and into their flat, John looks at her, she looks back ashamed at what she's about to do. She walks to Sherlock, "Sherlock Holmes, you are under arrest for the kidnapping of the children of Ambassador Max Bruhl" She pulls out her cuffs and Sherlock complies.
"Are you crazy?!" John demands.
Regan hauls Sherlock downstairs and out to the car where she hands him off to another detective. Just then the chief superintendent walks out with a broken nose and John is slammed against the side of the police car next to Sherlock. Regan, shocked by the whole ordeal carefully takes a seat on the steps to the flat. Just then a loud, deafening buzz rings through the radio and through the air, she clutches her ears to block the sound.
"I'd like you all to get on your knees" Sherlock shouts, he is now in possession of a gun he took from one of the officers.
As they begin to back up, still handcuffed together, "Just so you're aware, the gun is his idea. I'm just a... you know..." John starts.
"My hostage!" Sherlock finishes, he brings the gun up so it is directly pointed at John.
"Hostage. Yes, that works. That works. So what now?" John hides the fact that he disapproves of the situation.
"Doing what Moriarty wants: becoming a fugitive. Run." Sherlock says and soon enough they run around the corner with Donovan and Lestrade running after. Regan leaps up, shocked that they actually ran.
"Molly, I'll need to see your findings now" Regan blurts out as she reenters the lab that day.
"Regan" She is confused, "Of course".
"What's wrong?" She could see it in Molly's body language.
"You arrested him, Sherlock, I mean"
"I had to, I didn't want to do that, be in that position" Regan averts eye contact.
As Regan walks out of St. Bart's she sees join standing a bit away, she walks over to him, now a few feet away she notices he's on his phone speaking to someone, he's nervous. Regan follows his eyes up to the roof of Bart's to see Sherlock, his tall dark figure on the ledge, her face drops and Sherlock throws the phone, spreads his arms and swan dives off the room, his body flailing through the air as he falls. She's in shock, paralyzed by shock. She sees John be struck down by a passing bicyclist but rebounds to his feet in seconds, he stumbles towards the crowd on the sidewalk, and she rushes after him. John makes his way to the front of the crowd and grabs Sherlock's wrist trying for a pulse, Regan grabs at him and draws him out, Regan releases her grip, "Stay here John".
Regan makes her way next to Sherlock's body and stands tall, "Detective McKeller, Scotland Yard" she says holding her badge, she is out of breath, that's what shock does, take your breath away.
She musters up another sentence, "Will everyone please step back". They passing people give her room. She takes Sherlock's wrist and searches for a pulse, she covers her mouth with her hand as she gasps, she blinks and a tear rolls down her cheek. The nurses and medical staff come out with a stretcher, Regan releases his wrist from her grasp as they haul his body up onto it.
She joins John by where she left him, he tries really hard to hide his tears, "Everything's going to be alright John".
"Did you find a pulse" he chokes at the lump in his throat.
Her only response, "Everything's going to be alright".
Regan walks through the cemetery dressed in all black, she sees John and Mrs. Hudson at his grave, Mrs. Hudson leaves a second later and Regan gives John a minute for himself.
"John, I'm sorry" she puts a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. She reads the headstone, simply 'Sherlock Holmes', her only thought was that Sherlock always was a simple man. "What I did, I had to do it, it was my job".
"You've read the papers" he states, "They're calling him a fake. You believe them".
"I believed in Sherlock Holmes, just as you did" she says as she glides her fingers over the top of the headstone. "I'll leave you". She walks slowly away.
"One more miracle, Sherlock, for me. Don't be... dead. Would you do that, just for me? Just stop it, stop this..." he says then leaves, eventually catching back up to Regan.
"John, come out with me tonight, get you out of the flat" She asks concerned.
He ponders over it for a moment but then agrees, "I'll do me some good".
That night Regan arrives back to her flat late, 11, 11:07, she fumbles for her key but eventually gets inside. She is in the dark, its cold, the windows open, she's never once opened that window. She quietly creeps to the end table and opens the top door withdrawing her .9mm she keeps in case of situations like these. She continues in the dark, she doesn't want to alarm the intruder, she scans every room, empty. She comes to her bedroom and cracks open the door. She cocks her gun pointed at the intruder, "Put your hands up and turn around slowly!" she demands to the shadowy figure in her dark room.
The intruder does just that he raises both hands to the height is head is held, he slowly turns.
"Sherlock!?" A tear wells up in her eye and streams down her face.