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Lestrade's seen the worst of Sherlock.
He didn't like it, so he dragged the man out of the hole he'd dug himself into.
Through drugs busts and patches, Lestrade considered Sherlock a friend of a sort. Sherlock was the type of friend that didn't know his first name. Lestrade was the type to trust his friends.
They had an arrangement. He would get the fun of solving a crime that baffled the police, and Lestrade would have another criminal behind bars.
It was too good to be true.
He had to consider the possibility.
For the first time, he doubted.