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Chest infection gone, only a small cough left now, but on Monday, I had a bit of a fall and have now twisted my ankle, its been one of those weeks, lols.

No Pain No Gain

Chapter 36

They arrived at the crime scene only to see Anderson waiting for them. Someone had obviously informed him that the two men were coming with Lestrade to the scene. It didn't take a genius to guess that it would have been Sally. The Forensic Scientist said nothing to them as they walked closer, the only thing he did was sneer at them and then turned his attention back to his boss.

"Nothing has been touched or moved," he said as he looked to his boss, he didn't look to Sherlock and John again, avoiding their gaze.

"Good," Lestrade said as he and the other two moved closer to the body, "be warned it's bad," he told them as the each took a pair of gloves.

Bad was an understatement, the woman was on her back, her arms beside her body. The palms up, fingers slightly curled. There was a thimble, an antic thimble from what Sherlock observed, was slightly on the pinkie finger on the left hand. The woman was naked from the waist down, but the blouse she had been wearing was torn open, bra cut in the middle. The face had been mutilated, the nose almost fully gone. The blood from the slice on her throat had soaked the once white handkerchief that now covered it up. The sight of the woman's intestines pulled out of her stomach and over her right shoulder had made some of the local PC's heave and throw up away from the scene. Only Lestrade, Sherlock and John were still around the body. The right ear had almost been cut off.

Sherlock moved around the body and looked at each injury, he stood up and then looked to John as he then asked, "What do you think?"

John nodded and knelt down, careful of all the blood that had pooled on the floor, he gentle touched the body and could still feel the slight warmth of it, "she hasn't been dead long, I would even go as far to say as within an hour, maybe a hour and a half at most," he said as he carried on looking around. He looked in the large cavity that had been left behind thanks to the intestines being taken, "I think something was taken from her," he added as he noticed that something wasn't quiet right about the abdomen, "The injuries that she had were all done after she was already dead, most of the blood is from the wound on her neck, there is little blood from the others," he added.

"Would you say someone with medical experience did this?" Sherlock then asked as he looked around the scene, looking for something that stood out.

"No, no true experience when it came to people there are a number of mistakes, but I would say that who did this knew basics but that would be about it, and maybe someone pointing out where things were, but no true medical experience." He answered as he looked at the cuts that had been made, "they were vicious, but there is slight bruising around the nose and mouth again, but I would say that the death would be the same as the other victims," he added as he looked up to Sherlock and stood up, wondering what the other had come up with as he watched the other move around the scene.

"The man you want is tall, 6 foot 2 inches, I would say ex military, the boots that he wore have left prints, the victims he selected are his targets. But there is something more, something that I am missing from this. There is someone else, a second person that was here, that came after the initial attack, he said as he showed Lestrade the second set of prints. The first scene, there was only the one, it was interrupted, as he cut the throat someone turned up, made some noise, he left, but…" he said as he paused.

"Then would the body have been found sooner?" John asked.

"Oh stupid, stupid," Sherlock chuckled, "of course, the first victim was planned that way, she was to die yes, but not to this extent, it was the way the scene was planed, don't you see?" he asked them as he looked to the two of them.

"See what?" Lestrade asked him.

"Jack the ripper, he is taking off Jack the Ripper and has got someone else to help him," he said, excitement lacing his voice as he almost shouted out what he has deduced.

"And the other women?" Lestrade asked.

"All the same killer, I need all the pictures, and data that you have on them and please make sure to give it to me as soon as possible. I need to go thought it." He said as he looked to the inspector.

"I'll bring it by in the morning, if you can wait that long, I don't want you running off somewhere and getting hurt." Lestrade said as he looked to the two of them, he knew that they got into a number of scrapes while investigating on a case.

"We will go back home, but make sure to bring it all over earlier morning, I will also be visiting Molly at the morgue to see the bodies myself. If it follows more popular Ripper myth then the second victim will have her left kidney removed." Sherlock told him.

"All right, I'll bring it all by in the morning, I'll be heading in now anyway." Lestrade nodded in agreement.

"See you later on the Greg," John nodded to him a small smile on his face. He hoped he would be able to go back home and sleep.

Sherlock and John left the scene and headed back to the flat. Sherlock let John go back to bed, telling him he should get some sleep while he could. Sherlock was on John's laptop and searching all he could about the Ripper, and looking over the books he had gathered over the yeas. He wanted to make sure he remembered enough about the murders to help.

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