Jack
Sherlock POV
Distraction.
Sentiment.
Passion.
Wait!
I jump away from Loki and call Lestrade.
“Sherlock?” the detective answers.
“What was the name of the first victim?” I ask annoyed I was only just making this connection now, but John always says I’m bad at being human.
“Martha Taylor,” Lestrade said and the sound of papers moving could be heard, he was back at his desk then.
“And she was stabbed 39 times?” I say knowing the answer.
“Yes, where is this going Sherlock?” he asks irritably.
“Next was Mary Nichols, throat slit, and abdomen mutilated with a scalpel,” I say and feel the ring Loki just put on my finger.
“Yes, wait scalpel? I just have a small knife here,” Lestrade could be heard moving more papers.
“And finally, tonight Ann Chapman was killed, and her reproductive organs taken, we are looking for a doctor or someone with surgical knowledge and interest in history or obsession with Jack the Ripper. I’ve got to go Lestrade Loki just proposed to me,” with that Sherlock hung up on the man.
I turn and see John and Loki watching me.
“I’ve done something wrong haven’t I?” I release.
Loki smiles at me and John sighs grabbing his coat.
“Never my love,” Loki says taking his own coat from the stand.
“So, Bart’s?” John says.
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John’s POV
Only Sherlock would react to getting proposed to by solving a case.
I shake my head and return to examining the three bodies. All had been attacked with passion at some points but a surgeon’s precision at others. While the reproductive organs had been taken from one, none had been raped and no DNA could be found on the bodies. None of them even fought back so they must have been drugged.
“Molly, have you done a drug analysis yet?” I ask the girl. She jumps at being addressed as she had been looking at Sherlock and Loki chatting in the corner.
“Um, yes it’ll take up to two weeks to come back,” she said confidently as she always is when it comes to her job.
I sigh knowing it could be a lot faster but ‘procedure’, that’s why I preferred the fast-paced nature of being an army doctor.
“What there they stabbed within your opinion,” Sherlock asks walking over hand-in-hand with Loki.
I look over to the bodies and back to the couple.
“A small and sharp knife, they could be a scalpel on the last two bodies but the first is too messy for that,” I conclude and Sherlock smirks, so I’ve confirmed his thoughts.
“Are these all from Whitechapel tonight?” Loki asks.
“No, they are from different nights- wait these are all from the Whitechapel area and their names are a bit off but-,” I say but Sherlock interrupts me.
“Yes, John these are the crimes of a Copycat Jack the Ripper,” he confirms.
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Loki POV
I lay on Sherlock's bed as the man worked to find out who the copycat is.
I liked watching him work but I also wanted to celebrate our engagement. Together. In Private.
“Who would do this. A mad man wouldn’t have the tools. Not unless he had a sponsor. But who would sponsor a Jack the Ripper copycat? Moriarty,” Sherlock concluded and stopped pacing.
I sat up and Sherlock acknowledged me for the first time in an hour.
“How long have you been here?” he asks smiling.
“The whole time,” I reply and lay back on the bed.
“Oh,” he says and sits on the bed next to me, “I'm sorry I’ve been distracted,” he says, and I’m surprised by the apology. I sit up to look into those eyes I love so.
“Will you come to Asgard with me?” I ask.
“I need to solve this first,” he says, and I roll my eyes and flop back down onto the bed again.
“You wouldn’t be the man I love if you didn’t,” I say.
He smiles and goes back to pacing.
“What can I do to help?” I ask finally. I didn’t know how he would feel about using magic, so I hadn’t offered till now.
“Moriarty wouldn’t deal with this himself but there must be someone helping, finding the women with the right name, getting them to Whitechapel. This person isn’t as invested as he doesn’t care if the names aren’t quite right.” Sherlock went on like he hadn’t heard me, so I left him to it and went to make some tea.
Cup in hand I look out the windows into Bakers Street. It was peaceful at night and I realised I never really took the time to enjoy the view. It was so different to New York and Berlin the other mortal cities I had seen of late. It felt like a lifetime ago I had fought the Avengers on behalf of… here pain struck my head and I recognised it as someone hiding my memories.
“Sebastian Moran!” called Sherlock’s voice from the doorway.
“Huh?” I say inelegantly.
“The go-between for Moriarty and the killer. He is the only one of my previous suspects to fit. He’s a soldier all they care about to the end solution, not the process, you’ve seen John make a tea he will keep the bag in too long, pour the water before its boiled and forget about it and drink it when it’s cold but to him, it’s still a cup of tea,” Sherlock explained, and I realised how much he really paid attention to his best friend.
“Ok,” I say, “I think someone’s played with my memories,”
“What?” Sherlock says instantly invested, “How do you know? Do you know what’s missing? What does it feel like? Who could do this to you?” he said his mind going 100 miles an hour.
“It’s the reason I came to Midgard in the first place, and I know because I just felt pain when I tried to think of it. There are a few that could mess with my mind, but I will deal with it once we are on Asgard,” I say and take my mug to the kitchen, “So let’s solve this case,”
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