I don't own BBC Sherlock, they are the creative works of Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss and of course the wonderful Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
Well, I have finally got back into the swing of things, don't know how long that will last. I've started plotting for Camp NaNo already, and I have Eight plots that I could write. One James Bond, One James Bond/Sherlock, Four Sherlock, and Two Star Trek 2009 fics. Way too many I know, but I love them all.
No Pain No Gain
Chapter 37
John yawned as he slowly ate his toast and jam, a hot mug of tea sitting in front of him at the table. He had been able to get a little more sleep, though he had dreams of the poor women that had been killed during the night. He stood up at he ate the last of his toast, taking his tea into the living room with him. Sherlock was lying on the sofa, thinking through all the data that he had researched during the night as well as what he had got from the bodies when they had gone to the crime scene.
"I hope Greg was able to get a little sleep," John said softly as Sherlock sat up on the sofa and swung his legs over the edge to look at the doctor as he took a seat on his chair.
"I don't think he would have. He has a tendency to remain at the office at all hours to trying and follow all the leads that came up during the initial investigation, he most likely wont sleep until later on tonight, if at all. Then again, he may end up sleeping in his office. He has done that a few times in the past," he answered the query.
John frowned at the words, "need to make sure he is taking care of himself."
"Agreed, he will do no good if he is not taking care of himself," he nodded as he looked over to him, "Popular Ripper myth is that there is one more murder after the double event, and all the dates of the killing match the ones that had already happened, so it would follow that this kill will strike someone on the 9th November, which is over a month away," he then said as he thought through the information.
"Will we be able to figure out who it is before hand do you think?" John asked him softly, hoping that they would, he remembered a little of the ripper killings and knew that they had their work cut out since the original had never been caught.
"There are certain murders that happened during this time, and some of them have been attributed to the Ripper killer, but there had been no proof of that. So I don't know if we can count them at all," Sherlock said as he thought of what they could do next.
"Have you been able to see the victim type at all?" John then asked him, taking a sip of tea.
Sherlock smirked as he said, "Brilliant John."
John frowned and said, "What?"
"The victims, the names, they are all names for the ripper killers, the last names don't match, but the first names do. Each time. We need to find Mary Kelly's, all of them in the area, and as soon as I confirm something we will be able to narrow it down even more, there is also something that I wish to confirm with all the bodies," he added as he went through the crime scenes in his mind.
"What do you think you are going to see?" he then asked him, wondering what it was that the other could see that he once again couldn't.
"I have a belief that the victims had been taken before hand, there are no missing reports, but so far no one has come forwards in telling where they had been in the hours leading up to their deaths. I believe that they were taken, and I just need to look at the bodies and the autopsy reports for the other victims, it shouldn't be hard to figure out." Sherlock answered as he smiled to him.
"All right," John nodded as he heard footsteps come up the stairs. He turned to the door and smiled when he saw Greg come through.
The Detective Inspector was still in the same clothes that he had been in when they had last seen him a good few hours ago. He looked tired, and it was easy to see that he had done nothing but look through reports and get up to date on the case he had been given, "Hey," he said, his voice said it all to the two men, it was tired and thin, worn down even.
John got up as he said, "Tea?"
"Oh," Greg looked a little startled as he looked over to John and nodded, "yeah, that would be good, or coffee would be even better," he smiled a little as he took a place on the other chair in the room.
"Coffee it is, though by the looks of it you need to sleep, and I'll do you some toast as well." John said as he walked into the kitchen to begin.
"Do you have the files I asked for?" Sherlock said as he looked over to him.
Greg nodded and handed them over, "this is everything that we've got so far, not much to be honest, people haven't seen them around for at least a week or two before there deaths, sometimes longer. We're tracking down the families for the latest two victims, not going well. It's like no one will miss them at all," he told them as he shook his head and watched Sherlock go through the information that he had just handed over.
Sherlock looked through it, noting that he was right and that the women were all prostitutes and that they had little in the way of family, but they had also not talked to family in a while, except to say that they would be away for a few weeks and not to worry. One family has said that it had been odd and that they wouldn't normally hear from their daughter for months at a time, and that was only when she wanted to see her son, would she do so. Sherlock quickly got lost in the new information he had been given, putting the extra piece away into the puzzle that he had created in his mind for this case.
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