I finished this last night but I thought it might be overwhelming for me to post 3 chapters in one day. So, Enjoy!
The next morning when Regan arrives downstairs she finds Sherlock waiting patiently at the table for her. "Good Morning" She says, acknowledging him.
"Morning" he says slowly.
Regan slides into the chair across from him and immediately asks, "So when are you moving out?"
"What?" Sherlock asks blankly.
"When will you be moving back to Baker Street?" She supplements.
Sherlock creases his brow, "I suppose when we clear my name".
Regan stares at him confused.
"If I reveal myself now they will still think that I committed all those crimes" he rows.
Regan huffs, "Okay. What do you want me to do?"
Sherlock smiles at her emptiness, "You're doing it. I need you to propose the evidence to the Chief Superintendent, that way he will eradicate all the charges against me".
"There's nothing else I can do?" She asks hopeful.
"Nothing" Sherlock states.
Regan walks up the stairs to 221B and enters cautiously. There were file boxes everywhere. John and Sherlock were riffling through boxes looking for anything they had against Moriarty. She takes off her cross body and sets it on the couch. "Why did you text me that this was life or death?" She asks annoyed.
John looks up from his box, "We need your help going through these boxes" he points to a stack of boxes next to her, "Choose one and look for any hard evidence on Moriarty".
She chooses the top box and sets it on the floor in front of her, she crosses her legs as she takes a seat on the floor and begins searching the box.
3 hours later
"We've been doing this since 7, can we please take a break? I'm hungry" She asks wearily.
Just then Regan's phone begins to buzz, it's a call from an unknown number she stands up and steps out into the hallway:
"Hello" Regan says.
"Detective Regan McKeller?" The woman's voice says quietly.
"Yes".
"I believe I can provide you with some information" the woman proposes.
"Who is this?" Regan asks.
"My name is Irene Adler" She says.
"Well what sort of information is this regarding?" Regan questions.
"I will deliver the information to 221B Baker Street tonight" Irene states.
"Why don't I meet you somewhere" Regan suggests concerned.
"You will never see me" she says mystifyingly as she hangs up.
Just then there is a knock at the door downstairs, Mrs. Hudson opens the door and searches for whomever knocked. Seeing no one she picks up the folder with the red wax seal from the step and brings it inside. "It's addressed to you" Mrs. Hudson says as she hands the parcel to Regan.
Regan puts her phone away in her pants pocket and takes the folder. She looks at it for a moment and then takes it into the flat.
"What do you have, Regan?" John asks wonderingly.
"This just arrived for me" She says questionably.
John rises from his chair, "Here?"
"Yes" she replies. She tears it open and finds a single strip of paper with 0-7437 written on it in pen.
"What does that mean?" John asks curiously.
Sherlock continues to search his box.
John continues, "Who sent it?"
"It was strange, a woman called me and said she had information for me, she said she would drop it off here tonight" She answers, "She said her name was Irene".
Sherlock stops and looks up to Regan and John.
"The only Irene we know is dead" John states.
Sherlock stands up and makes his way over to the pair, "Yes, about that".
"Sherlock, Mycroft told me not to tell you this but, she was killed in Pakistan" He says apologetically.
"Well Mycroft is wrong" he says flatly.
Regan interjects, "Who is this woman?"
John mentally battles with Sherlock as to who should tell her, "A dominatrix".
"I didn't really see you both as liking that sort of thing" says Regan with a furrow in her brow.
"We're not, she was a…client" John straightens.
Sherlock moves quickly as he snatches the paper from Regan, "We need to find out what this is, even if it takes us all night".
Regan moans drowsily.
4 hours later
Regan is almost passed out on the couch, John is fading in and out, and Sherlock, Sherlock is wide awake, there is no possible way that he could sleep at a time like this.
Regan stands up, "I should get going".
"No. I need your help" Sherlock admits and gives her his version of a puppy dog face.
"Fine, just let me check my answering machine". She types in her home number then proceeds to type 0-1234.
Sherlock stands up, "You're brilliant, truly brilliant!" he takes the paper and grabs his mobile phone.
"What?" She asks confused.
"Irene, she stored everything important on her phone, she gave us the code to her answering machine!" Sherlock speaks loudly as he finds Irene's number in his phone and dials it. When her answer tone begins Sherlock types in 0 then waits a moment for it to process and then continues with 7437:
"20 saved messages" the voice says, "first message"
"Hello?" Moriarty says.
"Jim?" Irene replies.
"Yes of course it is" he says.
"It's Irene Adler" she states.
"What do you want?" he asks but then pauses.
"I have some incriminating photographs of a young women of importance to the British Monarchy, I would like to consult you" she answers.
"Say that again! Say that again and know that if you're lying to me, I will find you and I will skin you" he says loudly and then hangs up.
"It was Irene, she stopped Moriarty" John says now fully awake.