It had been such a short, vibrant, time for him that the crash was the worst he'd ever experienced. The thrill of the chase, the excitement of finding leads; it had all been a blur to him, everything about him focused on the whirlwind of a man he followed almost blindly.
It was three weeks after the funeral that John Watson threw himself off a bridge into the Thames. It was three minutes after that moment that emergency responders arrived at the scene and tried to find him in the murky water; it was three hours before they gave up and called off the search.
There wasn't a dry eye when Harry Watson collapsed at her brother's funeral three days later sobbing that it wasn't fair that her little brother was gone.
The press spread rumors that Sherlock Holmes had been John Watson's shift mate and that Holmes' suicide had led to Watson's swan dive.
It wasn't until three years later that the shocking truth came out about the iconic duo.
A/N: The next chapter will have more depth, and a lot more than 171 words, I promise. What I can't promise is when the next chapter will be out. I'm not very good at updating constantly.