Sherlock Holmes dead?
It seemed inconceivable, impossible, and absolutely ludicrous. He had become one of Greg's friends lately, more than just an acquaintance. Ever since Baskerville he had come to enjoy Sherlock's company more and more, and now he was dead. Killed by throwing his own body off of the roof of St. Bartholomew's Hospital.
It was unthinkable.
Greg could feel his gut clench and his eyes tear up as he noticed that his phone was on the floor. He picked it up and could hear himself say to Molly that he had to go in a voice that just didn't seem to be his own. Who knew he would be so affected by the death of a man most called a sociopath or psychopath?
Then it hit him.
He was upset for more than just the fact that they had been friends; he was upset because the last thing he had ever done to Sherlock was arrest him. What type of friend arrests the other because some people think they committed a crime? Obviously not a very good one.
He was disgusted with himself.
Maybe he was just being selfish, or perhaps he was delusional; but Greg couldn't get the thought out of his head that somehow it had been his fault that Sherlock Holmes had felt the need to jump from Bart's Hospital roof.
Once, Greg has said that Sherlock was a great man who, if they were lucky, would end up becoming a good man.
He hadn't known what he had meant then, and he didn't know now but it seemed appropriate to think of at the moment.
Greg sat there with the shock still written all over his face as if by a crayon, it was so visible. Sally Donovan looked over just in time to see him snap his phone shut and gingerly place it on the table where he stared at it listlessly. Immediately, knowing that something awful had happened, she ran over to where her boss sat.
"Lestrade? What has happened? Are you alright?" She asked with concern evident in her dark eyes.
"It's Sherlock… He's dead." Lestrade managed to say before pointing to the television screen where a picture of the man was being shown along with a brief summary of what had happened - the media was really quite efficient when it came to airing upsetting news.
Sally had never liked Sherlock, but she hadn't hated him as much as she might have done. Well, that was a lie, she had hated him at the beginning but after a while she had come to the conclusion that mad men can't help themselves and she'd come to enjoy his rants. Even if she believed that he was a psychopath who got off on dead people and seeming brilliant.
Greg wasn't the only one shocked at the news. Sherlock had been well-known, if not particularly well liked, at the police station and the chatter quickly swelled into a loud babble as people began to talk about what had happened to the famous consulting-detective become fraud.
Even in the homicide department some deaths are complete and utter shocks to even the most hardened of officers.