I will now be posting longer chapters every other day, I hope that's okay with you guys but my schedule is just busy right now because of it being April already and school is almost over for the year. Anyways, back to the story, Enjoy.
"Are we ever going to talk about this?" Regan asks as she follows Sherlock under the crime scene tape and away from the body that lies on the sidewalk meters away.
"Talk about what?" Sherlock stops.
Regan stops behind him, she looks around nervously and then whispers, "You said we were a couple".
His phones buzzes in his pocket, he takes it out in an effort to dodge her statement, and he begins texting.
She snatches the phone from his hands in her annoyance, "We need to talk about this".
Sherlock huffs in irritation, "I'm sorry" he says a bit sarcastic, "I just needed John to leave us alone".
Regan presses her lips together, "You said that just to get John off your back?!"
"Yes".
Regan scoffs in distrust, tears begin welling up in her eyes, "God. You can be such an ass sometimes". She shoves the phone back into his hand then saunters back to the crime scene.
Sherlock watches her as she leaves. She's obviously upset. About what I said to John? No, why would she care.
Regan wipes her eyes before she makes her presence known. "So, what else have you got?"
Lestrade looks up to her from the man's body, "Are you alright?"
"Yes…what else have you got" she repeats.
"The man's name is Edward Shillings, a fitness trainer from Cardiff" Lestrade answers.
Regan looks at him in disbelief, "Why did you call Sherlock?"
"The man is 25, exceptionally fit…"
"So?" she says befuddled.
Lestrade returns to his feet, "He died of a heart attack".
"A heart attack!" She exclaims, "How could be die of a heart attack?"
"Exactly" he winces, "Anderson, run his blood to the lab for a tox scan".
Anderson nods agreeing.
John joins her and Lestrade back to the precinct as Sherlock had dashed off to do god knows what.
"So do you have any theories?" John asks as they enter the division.
"No. the man was sweating, tears were streaming from his face, and his muscles were almost paralyzed. What can cause that?" Lestrade asks rhetorically.
Regan shrugs her shoulders, "It's odd".
"Hopefully Sherlock got something from him" Lestrade says with hope.
John looks around to Regan, "Did Sherlock say where he was going?"
Lestrade interrupts, "Why would she know?"
"I don't know" She interjects before John says anything she wouldn't want him to.
Sherlock bursts into Lestrade's office, "I've solved the case!"
Regan and John sit in the chairs opposite Lestrade and they turn in relief.
"Very simple" he says with a smile, "Aconitum!"
They all stare at him, confused.
"Aconitum, also known as "the queen of poisons", aconite, monkshood, wolf's bane, leopard's bane, women's bane, devil's helmet or blue rocket" he pauses, "It's a toxin" Sherlock explains further. "With large doses death is almost instantaneous. It causes violent perspiration, nausea, paralysis of the limbs, lacrimation, etc. but it also induces Myocardial infarctions"
"Well that explains how, but who gave it to him?" Lestrade asks.
Sherlock smiles, "Well, it seems Mr. Shillings was about to come into a large sum of money after his mother's ill-fated death last month. His brother Robert however was next in line for the fortune. So I traveled to Cardiff to Robert Shillings' flat only to find Aconitum growing in his back garden. You're Welcome". He shoves his hands into his coat pocket in fulfillment.
"I'll get a car over there at once to pick him up" Lestrade stands and exits his office to do such action.
Regan just sits there with her arms crossed, unimpressed.
John looks at the tension between the two and excuses himself.
As the door shuts behind him Sherlock speaks, "It's obvious my comment earlier upset you".
"Of course it did, I thought that I meant something to you. I was obviously wrong" She realizes.
Sherlock creases his brow as he takes a seat in the chair next to her, "You do…mean something to me".
Her eyes shift towards him, "But you said…"
"I said that because we never discussed what we were. I had no idea if you felt the same as I did" he says almost as if he were scared.
"Well how do you feel?" She asks.
Sherlock becomes stubborn, "Tell me how you feel".
Regan smiles cheekily, "I feel like I've never felt like this before, in a good way of course. You're-" she pauses as she brushes her fallen hair behind her ear, "You're different from the men I was use to dating. You're smart, truthful, eccentric, and impolite, I can go on. But that is what I love about you".
Sherlock replies only with, "Me too", he grins.
She smacks his arm, "continue".
Sherlock painfully searches for words to say, "It was something John said to me after you and I had met, he said that you were a female version of me. At first, I admit, I was a little offended, but, as I got to know you more I actually began to believe that statement. You aren't like all those idiots out there, you actually think. I was drawn to you, that's why I went to you after my 'fall'. Soon enough you were cooking me meals and doing my laundry, I enjoyed being domestic".
Regan smirks, "That wasn't so hard".
"Oh, it was very hard". He moves closer to her. She follows. Closer, closer they move until their lips brush against each other, their lips locked. Sherlock brings his gloved hand to her face, falling her closer.
"Sherlo-?" Lestrade ruptures into his office.
They pull away in embarrassment.
Sherlock jumps to his feet and cleared himself from the room.
Regan rolls her eyes, "It's a long story".