I couldn't leave you guys hanging on that cliff hanger, I'm not a heartless Psychopath. Enjoy!
Sherlock stepped toward Sebastian with his hand outstretched. Moran meets him places the gun in his hand. Sherlock puts the barrel of the gun in his mouth, his finger resting on the trigger.
He then swiftly changes the gun onto Sebastian, "Idiot. You don't give a man a gun who wants you dead".
Sherlock pulls the trigger, "And I'm a high-functioning Sociopath, do your research".
Moran falls to the ground as the bullet hits him square in the forehead.
"Sherlock! How could you!" John screams as he runs to go down to the street. When he opens the door to the street he is greeted by Lestrade. "Let me by, I need to see Mary!" he yells pushing past him.
The sidewalk below is empty, Regan and Mary are not pancakes. Mary walks up behind John, "John, I'm alright" she says surprised. John pulls her face to his and kisses her passionately.
Sherlock confronts him, "I told you I had to make a few stops, well, one. Since that is where I jumped I assumed he'd want me to jump again, and he was wrong, I was prepared".
"But, Lestrade…" John stutters.
"He wasn't too surprised, Regan already put the doubt in his head" Sherlock smirked.
Regan smiles as she walks over to join them, "Well, look at you two. The boys are back". She adjusts her arm in her sling.
"Wait, I have a question. Did Sherlock actually shoot you?" John asks Regan Curiously.
Regan giggles, "Yeah".
John turns to Sherlock who is staring off into space, "Why would you do that?"
"If I didn't shoot and miss, Moran would've shot her, and it would be a kill shot" he says unamused.
"And I'm fine, I mean I have to wear this stupid sling for 3 weeks but hey, I'd rather this then a coffin" She jokes.
Sherlock breaks his silence, "I'm going back to the flat, enough excitement for today", he says as he takes off into the night.
"Mary, I am so sorry we had to finally meet this way", Regan puts out her hand, "Regan" she introduces.
Mary takes her hand, "Nice to meet you officially. You weren't afraid, why?"
"I know Sherlock, he might he a Sociopath but he's still on the side of the angels" She smiles gingerly.
"He's very…eccentric" Mary swells.
"Very" Regan adds.
John puts his hand on Mary's shoulder, "Would you like to stay at my flat tonight?"
"Yes, if you promise to keep me safe" She assures herself.
"Of course. Regan, we best be heading off" John responds.
"Yes, of course. I'll be heading home too, make sure Sherlock made it back in one piece" She smiles.
John nods and leaves to hail a cab.
Regan confronts Lestrade, "Thank you".
"I didn't believe you, I should've, about everything" Lestrade says punishing himself.
Regan puts a sympathetic hand on his shoulder, "Don't punish yourself, you didn't now, you had no way of knowing".
"You're probably right" he adds.
She beams, "I'm always right".
Regan arrives back to the flat that night, she finds Sherlock passed out on the couch, still in his coat and scarf. She walks over to him and unties the scarf from his neck and places it on the coffee table. She then moves to his coat and slips it from his shoulders placing it next to his scarf, next his suit jacket, onto the coffee table it went. She crawls down to his feet and unties his shoes very delicately. She yawns and pulls off each shoe, one then the other and arranges them neatly next to the couch. She moves back to his head, "Good night", she says as she kisses his forehead. She then propels herself off the floor and turns off the lights as she strides up the stairs.