The Ripper
Summary: Someone is targeting cops. Mycroft is worried that his D.I. will be next. Mainly Mystrade with very light Johnlock.
Prologue
The sounds of his own panting and his heart beat was all he could hear as he raced down the quiet street. He wasn't in London anymore, he knew that for sure. He just didn't know where exactly he was. Hell, he could barely remember his own name. All he knew about himself was that he was a cop. The badge and gun on his person told him that much. And his name was in his mind because he could hear it, at least he assumed it was his name.
"Greg." A creepy, yet soothing voice whispered. "Greggie. Come out and play. I don't bite...much."
Greg kept running. His heart was pounding as bullets whizzed past im. He dove into an alleyway, hiding behind a dumpster. He squeezed his eyes closed.
He didn't want to see his killer when he shot him.