Disclaimer: I own nada. Everything about Jack the Ripper is true, only his identity which remains a mystery even today. I own the plot, but the characthers are ACD's. Many thanks to my reviewers who have waited patiently. Its that I have been getting ready for school and stuff and my room and office are a MESS and I have misplaced my JTR data! Crap. So while I get everything again, I have done this short and defitnetly not sweet chapter. As always, R&R!

Chapter 2- Lestrand and Abberline

"Leading the investigation?!" I exclaimed froim my seat.

Holmes nodded and look at me with a smirk "Really, Watson we've already covered this. Married Life had dulled your senses, I see."

I ignored the jab. "But how can YOU be le-"I was interrupted by a short rap upon the door. Both I and Holmes turned to the door. Holmes barked out a "come in"and leaned back on his chair, his fingertips touching,

A familiar beady eyed detective Lestrand came in with a roboust fellow whith a head full of red hair and a bushy trimmed mustache of the same colour. The detective lead the other fellow in and adresses us. "Holmes, Watson" he intoned tipping his hat in our direction "This is Detective Abberline, a fellow comrade from the Yard. He's leading the investigation on the White Chappel murder cases"

Confusement clouded my mind, I looked towards Holmes and saw that he gave me the tiniest shake of his head. I held my question. . Detective Abberline tclicked his heels and said "So this is the famous Sherlock Holmes"he said looking at me with a queer look.

I smiled, trying to hold my laughter. "Sir I am no more Sherlock Holmes than I am the King of Siam. This,"I said turning to Holmes, noting the blush creeping up the man's already ruddy cheeks "is the Famous Sherlock Holmes". Holmes nodded to Abberline.

I heard Lestrand cough, which suspiciously sounded like a bark of laughter. I decided to spare our guest and change the topic. "Detective, how bodes the investigation on this Whitechpel murderer?" I asked, motioning thme to sit on the remaining chairs.

Adjusting his girth on the small wooden chair, Abberline heaved a great sigh and dejectedy said "Not good. We have no leads other than this sketchy description by our only witness, which fits about all the foreigners found in London. The press constantly ridicules us as imcopetent and the people are starting riots, attacking all the Jews and Germans and such because they are considered "foreign". That is why we have come to you, Mr. Holmes. It is said that you're a smart fellow with a knack for solving complex cases"

A smart fellow with a knack for solving complex cases? He might as well slapped Holmes in the face! I quickly glanced at Holmes. He betrayed no emotion at the un-intented insult.

"We were hoping you could help us along with the investigation, Holmes" Lestrand quipped.

But wasn't he leading it? I really must ask Holmes...

"How can I refuse, Lestrand? Such a case would proove quite a challenge. Seeing as it is, I have been doing some investigating on my own"Holmes replied calmly.

"Really?" Abberline exclaimed, "Have you found any leads?" he asked eagerly.

"But of course"Holmes added arrongantly.

I could not help but roll my eyes.

"What have you found Holmes?"Lestrand asked.

"A suspect" my companion said smugly

By this point, Abberline was oggling in amazement at Holmes and Lestrand, used to Holmes brilliance took out a small notepad and started taking notes.

"I have to several residents of the East End and have found out that they think it's most likely that the murderer is a Jew known as Leather Apron, being a butcher. He is a violent man and skilled with the knife. Its been reported that he's been brought in before for assaulting prostitutes" Holmes exclaimed.

"By Jove!" Abberline exclaimed "I know the fellow! I personally questioned him on the scene of the first murder! How stupid was I!" He stood up and hastily tipped his hat at us and saying a "Thank you very much Mr. Holmes" and a jerking his head towards the door to Lestrand. The second detective ose more calmly and followed the first detective out.

When the door closed soundly afer the detectives Holmes smiled and leaned over to the table next to him and picked up his violin.

"You know more than you let on"I accused.

The sounds of Bach filled the room. "Obviously".
A/N: Sorry this chappie was so crappy, I promise better from now on. Blame it on extra credit classes.