AN: Clearly I do not own any of the characters. This fanfiction is based off of BBC's Sherlock. Special thanks to my beta- High-Functioning Sociopath SH

Detective Inspector Lestrade looked at the crime scene once more. Based on a missing person's report the woman was Sister Harriet Darvillle. She was kneeling in a prayer fashion with a rosary in her hands. Overall she looked peaceful except for the gunshot to the back of the head. The unregistered gun had been left there with no fingerprints and same went for the knife used to carve her initials into her cheek. "Did we get pictures of everything yet? Oi! Anderson. Did we get all of this photographed yet?" Anderson replied with a stiff nod and Lestrade gave orders to move the body. As soon as the sister had been pulled off the floor they were able to see a piece of paper and a pen which had been covered by her dress.

Tell my sisters I said to keep preaching the word of our Lord and Saviour.

Do not become distracted by my death for I am in a better place. Others

still need your assistance in finding their path. I will see you soon.

Sister Harriet

Take care of it" Lestrade called out to no one in particular. He made his way out to the car and began to drive back to Scotland Yard. He popped in to his favourite coffee shop and purchased tea and a scone. As he waited for his order he pulled out a nicotine patch as well as his mobile. He dialled the number he knew by heart; it rang until a woman's voice mockingly repeated the numbers back to him before allowing him to leave the message. Grabbing his food he hissed "Listen here you little twat, John's not the only one who knows you're not dead. I'm not sure how much longer he'll last before he goes mad. And if that's not enough of an incentive" Lestrade took a pause to calm himself down "I need your help to catch a serial killer." With that he stormed out of the shop and sped off to inform his colleagues of what happened in the Catholic Church.

It was remarkably similar to two other murders that same year. One was Sally Shipton, a school teacher in Uxbridge. She had been shot through the heart with a different unregistered gun that was also left at the scene of the crime. She also had been allowed to leave a note with her last words and her initials were carved into her cheeks. Her body had been found inside of the school on a day when there would be no children in the building. There were no clues as to whether or not the killer was aware of this.

The other was Amie Ponton, a nurse at Saint Bart's Hospital. She had been found in the body locker just yesterday but she was killed nearly six months ago by gunshots through her eyes. The note and gun were found in the locker as well. Her initials had also been carved into her cheeks post-mortem.

"Three women. That officially makes this man a serial killer. He goes after young women in female dominated professions. The weapons are always left at the crime scene without fingerprints. He allows them to write a letter to their loved ones. He murders them, as quickly as he can, in the places they work, cleans up the mess, and finally carves their initials into their cheek after he's finished the job. He does this all without ever being caught on camera."

"Sir, how are you sure that our killer's a man?"

"Donovan. Now's not the time for that. Statistically speaking we're looking for a man. Does anyone have any theories as to how we can stop him?"

"Bloody hell. We don't have any information to go off of. And you expect us to be able to capture him?" Anderson questioned, aggravated

"We can't just fucking wait for him to slip up now can we? We also can't tell the press because we'll look like a bunch of bloody idiots. So I'll ask you again- can anyone think of anything to do?"

AN: I've started on the next chapter (it will be about Sherlock and John) but I don't know when I'll update. Tell me what you think.