Part 8: In which Lestrade is dreadfully sorry.
When John arrived at 221b, fresh from a brisk walk around the city, he noticed three things: first, the departing police cars; second, the absence of Sherlock; and third, the presence of Lestrade, who was grimacing apologetically at him.
John slowly put the facts together and came to an inescapable conclusion. "Did you just arrest Sherlock?" he asked, dumbfounded.
Lestrade cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably. "I'm sorry John. Evidence was anonymously presented to the yard that Sherlock, instead of simply recovering the stolen gem, stole it in the first place. And this might not be the first time he's done it."
"Look Greg," John tried to reason, "You know what he's capable of, he's a genius, he-"
"The evidence was extremely conclusive," Lestrade interjected, not looking at John. "I'll email you the date of the trial."
"But-"
"I have to be going."