Okay, what if at Sherlock’s funeral (okay, I don’t know if Sherlock had one and I kinda highly doubt he did but for the sake of my feels I’ll pretend he did)
Lestrade was like, the first pallbearer. Mycroft had to pay some people to take the rest of the spots but Lestrade WANTED to. And…
LET HIM SUFFER, THEN. HE HAD IT COMING FROM THE VERY MOMENT HE DECIDED TO LISTEN TO ANDERSON.
We all know Anderson’s an idiot.
Actually the only people who think Anderson’s an idiot are the ones who refuse to acknowledge the depth that the writers worked into the show. These are the types of people who would probably be enthralled by Jersey Shore, because let’s face it… they obviously don’t want to think about what they’re watching.
And this is why Chesh is my hero.
The Yarders were doing their jobs, and you know what? They’re damn good at what they do. Just because Sherlock doesn’t like them doesn’t mean they’re incompetent.
Besides, Sherlock thinks everyone are idiots.
Hence why I love Anderson so much as I do. He might be an asshole to Sherlock, but he also might be the sweetest person outside of the job and away from Sherlock. We only see his grouchy side because we’re always around Sherlock.