Sorry for the late update this evening but I usually do all my homework and house work on Sundays, so if it's Sunday and I didn't update, now you know why. Enjoy!
Regan storms into her flat after work that day, she scours the flat looking for Sherlock and realizes he isn't there, that he must be at John's. She rushes out and hails a cab. On her way over she pulls out her phone to text John.
John, are you home? –RM
She is very impatient for John's reply.
Yes, Sherlock is here too, why? –JW
She decides not to text him back seeing as though she would be there soon. When the cabbie stops outside of 221B she leaps out, pays the cabbie and dashes to the door, knocking heavily and repeatedly until Mrs. Hudson answers it alarmingly.
"Regan, is everything alright?" Mrs. Hudson asks.
"Not now Mrs. Hudson, I need to speak to John" She says as she slips past her and up the stairs. The door to the flat flies open when she enters. John is startled and Sherlock draws his attention to her.
"I talked to the Chief Super today" she utters with a loss of breath.
John stands as he asks, "And?"
She repeats, "And…he believes that James was real" she smiles.
Sherlock doesn't seem as happy as Regan thought he would, he sat there on the couch thinking like he always did.
"Sherlock that means you'll be able to move back here sooner" she points out.
He opens his eyes and says, "Yes, I figured that".
John grins, "This is wonderful news".
"He says he'll bring it to court, just to ensure that when someone thinks of Sherlock Holmes that they will say 'he was a good man' and that 'he never told a lie'" she continues.
"But obviously they will use the present tense" John adds.
"Of course" Regan ensures.
Sherlock rises to a sitting position on the couch as he speaks, "How long, exactly, will that be?"
She opens her mouth to speak but then closes it as she thinks, "I don't know, he didn't say if he was going to make it urgent or not".
Sherlock then resumes his thinking position on the couch.
"Regan, would you like to go and get take away with me?" John asks questionably.
"Umm, Sure" She makes her way towards the door.
John stops before he leaves, "Sherlock, be good, we don't want Mrs. Hudson to hear you".
Sherlock waves him off.
"Alright then" John pronounces as he leaves.
John and Regan walk down the dark streets of London when John asks, "I wanted to speak to you, alone".
"What about?" she asks.
"I'm thinking of proposing to Mary" he blurts out.
Regan looks to him, excitedly she says, "Really!? That's fantastic!" she pauses, "Why did you want to talk to me privately about this?"
"Sherlock, obviously I will be moving out of the flat to live with Mary and I'm worried about Sherlock being alone" John acknowledges.
"You won't be working with him anymore?" she utters concernedly.
John retorts, "No, I will, it's just that he hasn't lived alone for a while and I'm worried he'll return to his old habits".
"Old habits?" she concerns.
"Sleeping, eating" he starts then pauses wondering if he should tell her, but he does. "He had a cocaine habit".
Regan halts at his words, "What!?"
"It was before I met him, I only know what Mycroft told me" he continues.
She suggests, "If you'd like me to check up on him, I would of course".
"That would be lovely, thank you" he says relieved.
She smiles, "No problem".
They walk into the Chinese restaurant and order 3 entrees, they debate on whether Sherlock will eat or not, they agree it wouldn't hurt to get it anyway.
When they arrive back at the flat Sherlock is pacing, "It took you two long enough".
"Sorry" John says sarcastically as he puts the bags on the kitchen table.
"Did you get dumplings?" Sherlock asks nonchalantly.
John takes a carton out of the bag and shoves it in the direction of Sherlock, "yes".
Sherlock snatches it away and takes it to his chair.
"Well, it looks like someone had a bad day" Regan whispers.
"I heard that" Sherlock shouts from the sitting room.