Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock.
Bilingual
He'd taken a year of German in college.
It wasn't enough to grant him fluency, but he had a fair grasp of its structure and vocabulary. This knowledge came in handy sometimes.
Other times, it got doors slammed in his face by an upstart consulting detective.
Anderson had been frustrated when the man belittled him, insulted him, and generally abused him at crime scenes. But really, he was just as angry at Lestrade for allowing the man free reign.
He had never hated the consultant.
A part of Anderson always longed to be recognized as an equal by the genius. He had fantasized about arriving at a crime scene and putting together the pieces faster than everyone else. He would solve the case, the whole room would look at him in astonishment, and the consultant would nod at him in respect and never call him an idiot again.
It would never happen now.
He'd been shocked that the consultant had taken his own life. It didn't seem to fit with the man's character, but desperate people were unpredictable. Still, it was strange…
Then, he read Kitty Riley's exposé.
Rich Brook
Reichenbach
The words jumped out of the headline like a mocking joke, and Anderson knew that the Yarders had been played for the fools the consultant had always said they were.