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"Jack the Ripper?" Valkyrie frowned. "You mean the man that preyed on women, two hundred years ago or something?"
"Yes. It is one of the most captivating stories of the mortal community, but for us it is horrifying reality. He never died, he's still out there and he has started killing again." Skulduggery answered her.
Valkyrie was silent. Trying to digest everything. Jack the Ripper was real and Skulduggery had tried to arrest him and had failed. "What? What are we going to do?"
"We need to go to London. Scotland Yard will have the bodies of the women. I need to see the organs before we know if it's him for sure." He continued, flicking lint off his suit.
"Are we going to see Sherlock and John?" She asked hopefully.
"I've already spoken to Sherlock. They'll meet up with us at the airport when we land. The plane takes off in six hours."
"Oh goody!" Tanith exclaimed excitedly. "I've wanted to meet those two. I wonder what Sherlock would say about me."
"Tanith, you and Ghastly aren't coming." Skulduggery told her quickly.
"What?" She snapped. "Of course I'm coming. Why wouldn't I be coming?"
"It is too dangerous."
"Too dangerous for me and not for Val? I taught her practically everything she knows." Tanith objected strongly. She looked to Ghastly for support but he was frustratingly quiet.
"Tanith, you are pregnant. It's too dangerous." Skulduggery's tone allowed for no argument.
Wait… What?
"I'm sorry what?" Valkyrie demanded. "You're pregnant and didn't tell me?"
"You told him?" Tanith turned to Ghastly.
Ghastly gulped nervously as the full force of the women's anger turned on him. "I didn't. One day he told me that 'Skulduggery' is a great name for a baby. He didn't need me to tell him."
Skulduggery shrugged. "It was obvious."
"More likely you were obvious." Tanith kicked her husband in the shine under the table.
"I personally think Valkyrie or Stephanie is the perfect name for your child." Valkyrie suggested.
Tanith burst into laughter and hugged her friend. Her laugh was contagious and soon to two were holding the other up while they attempted to control themselves.
"Do you agree that you cannot come?" Skulduggery interrupted.
Tanith sighed. "Fine."
"I'm sorry, but you just don't want to risk it. You're starting a family; lots of people want a family but can't have one." Skulduggery told her gently.
She nodded. "I just don't want my sister to get hurt."
Valkyrie rolled her eyes. Everyone thought she needed protecting but she really didn't. She could take on practically anyone.
"I'll keep an eye on her. Don't worry." Skulduggery assured her. "Now, I think we should go catch our flight."
"Alright." Valkyrie smiled happily and got up. "We need to stop at Gordon's so I can pack."
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John shifted from foot to foot. He stood on his toes and attempted to look over the crowds for Valkyrie and Skulduggery. Their flight landed ten minutes ago. Sherlock was standing perfectly still, scanning the passer bys and no doubt thinking about the case.
He was really glad that the Irish detectives were on their way. He would never mention it to Sherlock, but they needed their help. Three women had been killed and they didn't have any suspects. He was actually relieved the detectives were coming.
"Ah, finally." Sherlock muttered.
John looked over and saw the two walking towards them. Valkyrie was wearing a new black leather jacket with buckles keeping it fashionably tight. She wore tight black pants and her boots. Skulduggery was walking next to her in a crisp new suit. His façade on.
"Sherlock! John!" Valkyrie greeted happily and hugged the two before Sherlock could protest.
"How was the wedding?" Sherlock asked.
"It was brilliant." She smiled widely. "Everything went as I planned."
"Naturally." Skulduggery said. "She would be in prison by now if anything had gone wrong."
John went to laugh but frowned instead.
"So the case." Skulduggery started. "Where are the bodies and organs?"
An old couple looked at them sharply.
"Umm, maybe we should speak in the taxi." John interrupted and they made their way outside, much to the relief of the old couple. "How've you been?"
Valkyrie frowned. "Not too great. I have a slight hangover from last night."
"How's your best friend? She's the one that got married right?"
"Yes, and she's very happy. She looked beautiful yesterday. How've you been?" She smiled.
"I've been fine. Good even except for the murders."
She nodded sadly. "That's why we're here."
Sherlock hailed a taxi and they all piled in.
"Scotland yard." Sherlock told the driver and they were off.
"Do you have a copy of the letter he sent to the police?" Skulduggery inquired.
"We do. It's at the apartment. Also pictures of the crime scene." Sherlock nodded.
"Do you have any other information?" Valkyrie asked.
Sherlock shifted in his chair and looked out the window. "No, we don't."
"Really?" She looked surprised. "Nothing? The first murder was a week ago and you don't have any other information?"
"No." Sherlock replied through clenched teeth.
"So, the great Sherlock Holmes doesn't have any more information?" She teased smiling wide.
Skulduggery chuckled. "Val, you're making him squirm."
"I'm just getting a little revenge for last week." She smiled with satisfaction.
The rest of the drive was in silence.
"Now we have to be quiet and move quickly. Also just pretend you're meant to be here. You're actually not allowed but pretend you are." Sherlock told them.
They nodded and walked through the station like they owned it. Skulduggery smiled and nodded at everyone who passed and Valkyrie didn't glance at a single person. John couldn't help the smile that slid onto his face.
They hadn't managed to slip quietly into the morgue but they stayed away from suspicion which was the main point.
The women's bodies were still laid out next to each other, their missing organs in jars at their feet. Valkyrie winced slightly at the sight but Skulduggery gave not a single reaction.
He walked up to the first jar, unscrewed the lid and sprinkled white powder over it.
John had seen him do this test before but unlike last time the powder shimmered different colours like a rainbow. It was rather beautiful.
"Damn," Skulduggery muttered.
"So it's him?" Valkyrie's voice was uncharacteristically unstable.
"Who?" Sherlock demanded.
"You have a suspect already?" John's brow furrowed.
"Yes it is him," Skulduggery's posture was rigid, "and yes I have a suspect. More than a suspect, it is him."
"Who?" Sherlock demanded again.
"He's a sorcerer. He was rather famous about two hundred years ago." He told them as he fixed his tie. "You would have known him as_,"
"Jack the Ripper." Sherlock interrupted.
The room fell into silence.
"How did you know?" Valkyrie asked.
"The letter and the same killing style." Sherlock explained. "When I was a boy I was intrigued by him. I spent a whole year finding out all I could about him but never managed to get a real identity of him. I finally know why."
Valkyrie nodded, looking slightly impressed.
"So," John was still trying to adjust to the thought of Jack the Ripper lurking on the streets, "why is he killing these girls?"
"I believe it has something to do with his magic and the way he stores up the energy needed to perform his real magic." Skulduggery answered. "Last time he killed five women and hadn't yet reached his full potential."
"What is his magic?" Valkyrie asked.
"I don't know." Skulduggery admitted. "But once while we were on his tail, so close we could hear his ragged breath. Ghastly begun to shake. Blood was pouring from his nose, eyes, ears and mouth. When we stopped to help him Jack got away and then immediately Ghastly was fine."
"So, what does that make his powers?" She asked again.
"I have no idea." He shrugged and his façade smiled.
Okay, I know my chapters haven't been the greatest but I wasn't quite sure where the story was going, however I know it know :D Prepare for the craziest, most shocking and twisted case Sherlock and Skulduggery have ever been on :P
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