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Jack the Ripper
Third person pov
Eight days , it has been Eight days since sherlock and john had solved and murders and sherlock was getting bored ; how did john know he was getting bored? It was simple, he started doing crazy experiments like earlier this morning. John had woken up due to sherlock blowdrying what he presumed to be human eyeballs , for what reason you ask? John had no idea and no intention of finding out either .
Sighing, John check the inbox once more looking for something that would catch sherlock's eye only for his actions to prove In vain; there were no new messages from any clients.
"Bollocks" John snapped as he slammed the laptop screen down and rested his head in his hands and sighing once more.; capturing the attention of a curtain consulting detective .
Sherlock straightened up from his current position of leering over his microscope to gaze across from the kitchen to John sitting in the living room .
"Must you sound your frustrations John; if so , it would be ever so appreciated if you take your frustrations elsewhere " sherlock started in his usual arrogant tone .
John looked up with his eyes not moving from his position as he tilted his head towards the taller man" Does it not bother you that we haven't heard any news from the police or even had any clients .
"I don't know what you're talking about, the police are here now" sherlock replied as if on cue Lestrade Burst through the door in a flurry.
"Sherlock we need you down at Scotland yards .NOW.
By that time sherlock had managed to be standing next to the flustered chief ,looping his scarf around his neck in his signature fashion; and was now out the door with John and Lestrade in tow.
AT SCOTLAND YARDS
"So what is it this time? " sherlock asked " you wouldn't have come to me without an a abnormality ".
"There has been a string of murders lately , all of the victims were male and all killed in the same way and all left with the same note". Lestrade flicked a folded piece of paper to sherlock .
Sherlock picked up the folded paper diligently between his gloved hands, and read silently for a few seconds .
Sherlock's eyebrows furrowed slightly "Jack the Ripper?" Sherlock stated reading the print on the paper.
"Yes, as I said all t-"
"I am well aware of what you said " sherlock cut in " why am I here,you said all the deaths were all the same, so I repeat, why am I here?" Sherlock shot at the chief inspector .
"This time" he trails off for a few seconds " there's a witness "
Sherlock looked directly into the chiefs eyes and said "show me the witness"
Lestrade pinched the bridge of his nose between his forefinger and his thumb " it's not that simple sherlock , it's not your usual witness " Lestrade tried to explain .
" There is no such thing as a 'usual' witness Lestrade so just do it and save your self the struggle of a pointless argument; and show me the witness" sherlock argued effectively shutting up Lestrade .
"Fine they're in the interrogation room now anyway" Lestrade caved .
"Good" sherlock said with a deep undertone as he stood up and walked towards interrogation .
The three stopped outside a black door next to a large black tinted window and entered , a young girl of five or six was sitting at a wooden table across from Doberman .
"Dear god" John whispered as his eyes rested on the young child realising that she was the witness.
"Doberman leave" sherlock said as she shot him a look
"If you didn't notice , freak , I'm in the middle of an interrogation " the dark woman shot back darkly but stopped when the child across from her whimpered in an unsure insecurity of confusion .
Lestrade piped in "Doberman just do it, we shall talk about this later."
The woman huffed but complied with her boss's command, leaving the room without a word.
"Sherlock, this is May Summers, ...she's our witness" the chief said slowly and cautiously.
Sherlock sauntered towards the table and sat down accross from the young child observing her features ,long brown hair,fairly pale, average weight dressed in average winter clothes . Nothing out of the ordinary , well other than her silence and unwillingness to make eye contact; but that was most likely from recent trauma .
"Miss Summers,'what did you see that night?" Sherlock questioned without even batting an eye to the quivering child.
The girl squirmed, obviously uncomfortable with this sorry of confrontation, and wriggled her hands in her lap and staring intently at them,still refusing to look up.
"I need an answer" sherlock said impatiently, getting irritated by her silence.
The child squeaked looking up for the first time finally seeing his face for a moment before fixing her eyes to her hands once more.
"I-I saw " she stuttered but was suddenly cut off by the door being slammed open by a frantic, panting woman with long red hair .
May looked up startled by the sudden noise and said .
"Aunty Alex?