The two arrived at the police station in a short matter of time. It was mid-morning when they had landed and it was early afternoon when they arrived outside the station. They walked in and the movement around the room stopped. A man was sitting behind a desk, working on some papers; another was filing something against the wall with a stack of folders in his hands. There was another policeman down around a corner, checking in on the people who had been locked up. Sherlock's eyes roamed the room, catching everything and sorting it into files in his brain, what needed to be kept, and what was useless.
"Can I help you two?" the man at the desk had finally said, moving the papers in front of him out of the way, folding his hands. Sherlock was about to speak when The Doctor stepped in front of him, pulling out something from his jacket and showing it to the man there.
"Yes, I'm Inspector John Smith and this is my associate Sherlock Holmes. We've been sent by, er…" The Doctor faltered. Sherlock easily cut in.
"We've been sent by Assistant Commissioner Anderson," Sherlock gave a slight sneer at the name, his mind automatically shifting to the overly annoying forensic technician he knew before he returned to his statement, "in regards to the cases of Nichols, Chapman, Stride, Eddowes, and Kelly. Is Inspector Abberline in?" Sherlock sent The Doctor an exasperated look before noticing the paper held in his hands had nothing on it. Interesting. The man at the desk shook his head.
"Sorry gents, the Inspector is out at the moment. Is there anything I can help you with though? PC Edward Watkins, at your service." The man gave off a smart salute at the two other men.
"We need all the information in regards to those five cases, anything you have constable. Anything that may be able to help, including copies of the autopsy reports if you have them." The Doctor was back in his swing, shoving his psychic paper back in his jacket. Sherlock looked at the constable for a moment, eyes shifting over him before his memory finally clicked as to where he had known the name from.
"You're the one who found Ms Eddowes body, aren't you?" Watkins looked up at Sherlock quickly, eyes widening in shock.
"Yes… yes I found that poor woman. How could you possibly know that?" The Doctor sent a sidelong glance at Sherlock. Sherlock, on the other hand just brought his hands up, folded together, and pressed the tips of his fingers under his nose.
"Your reaction to when I spoke her name. You flinched involuntarily, obviously because you found the body and your mind automatically remembered the scene. Your subconscious bringing forth the images because you had seen the actual body, rather than the photographs, which I assume you saw of the other victims, was more vivid, therefore, more traumatic." Watkins stared at Sherlock for a moment before blinking out of it.
"That's… you got all of that because I flinched? What exactly do you do Mr Holmes?" the answer was out of Sherlock's mouth before he even had a moment to think about it.
"I'm a Consulting Detective."
