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When John arrives back at the flat that evening he found that Regan was still there. Sherlock was sitting in his chair drinking a cup of tea, Regan sitting opposite him doing the same. John enters the flat and does a double take as he walks past Regan and into the kitchen.
"Regan, what are you still doing here?" he asks jumbled.
Sherlock interjects, "She was helping me with a few things". They share a glance.
"Oh, alright. Would you two like to join me for supper tonight?" John questions.
"No, I should probably get back to my flat, I have to be up early for work tomorrow" She rejects.
"Alright. Sherlock?" John continues.
"No, I'm alright" Sherlock says as he puts his tea cup on the coffee table.
"Ok then" John then dashes upstairs to his room.
"I was helping you?" Regan wonders.
Sherlock positions from his chair and to the window filled with the blackness of the night, "What else was I to say?"
"I don't know" She wipes the extra lipstick from the edge of her lip, "Could've told him the truth".
Sherlock spins to look at her, "You saw how furious he was when he only assumed we had sex".
"I always assumed you were a virgin, except for the whole thing with John" she admits.
"I was" Sherlock takes a step closer.
Regan adjusts her placement in the chair, "You mean, this morning you woke up and had never had sex with a woman before?"
"With anyone, no" he confesses.
"Then how did you know what you were doing?" She expresses.
He shifts his stance from his left leg to his right, "John thinks he erases the history on his computer but it's never completely gone".
"Eww" She says giggling.
She huffs and propels herself from her chair, "Well, you're right, John shouldn't know. I'm going to go now, before it gets too dark. Where will you be staying tonight?"
"I'll be around later" he says as he continues his stare to the streets below.
She scrunches her mouth, "Okay". She grabs her coat and purse from the couch and exits quietly.
On her way out she runs into Mrs. Hudson. She stops and they talk about how well John's doing now. After the short conversation Regan continues home.
Regan softly knocks on the Chief Superintendent's door that morning, she calls for her to come in.
"Detective Inspector McKeller, what can I help you with?" he asks as he makes himself more comfortable in his chair.
She places a case file, Sherlock's case file, on his desk, "I need you to take a look at this".
"What is it?" he says as he reaches for it.
She prepares herself, "its evidence, that Jim Moriarty was real".
"You need to understand, there is no Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes made him up" He takes his hand away from the folder.
Regan takes out her phone, she plays one of the messages, the 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.
"That is James Moriarty, he is speaking with Irene Adler" She spouts.
He shakes his head, "That could be anyone".
"But it isn't, the call went to Moriarty's phone, its right there in the case file" She demands.
He grabs the file and opens it to the page of incoming and outgoing calls of Moriarty's phone. He scans through it.
"I have all the recordings of his and Ms. Adler's calls if you would like them" she states excitedly.
"Yes, yes I would. Mr. Holmes, he wasn't making this up, Moriarty did exist" he admits.
Regan plugs her phone into his computer and copies all the recordings into his files, "I've been trying to tell you that all along".