Summary: A serial killer that's targeting people that look like Sam Tyler, Alex may have to look closer at the people around her and Sam Tyler before he disappeared. Not helping matters is a man in pinstripes running around, seemingly following her.

AN: Don't ask me how I came up with this. Please don't.

AN the sequel: This is a crossover of Doctor Who, Life on Mars and Ashes to Ashes. Spoilers for series three of A2A and specials for Doctor Who.

It was right when she got down to the street that he flew past her. The brown coat he was wearing flew behind him like a cape. Alex didn't get a good look at the face, but she didn't care as she heard Gene roar up in his car. "Bolly!" he shouted, grabbing her attention. She shook her head and climbed in the passenger seat just in time as he drove off.

"Why aren't we heading to the station?"

"You think I would wake you up for an early morning ride? We're going directly to the crime scene. Victim's male, thirties. Fourth one this month."

"He's escalating. The time between these two," she paused while he ran around a corner, "is shorter than the one before that. Something set him off more quickly." Gene only grunted as they sped into a parking space.

Chris was the first to the car. Ray hung back, barking orders to several plod. "What do you have, Chris?"

"His name's Sam Robins. Thirty-five, married. He was beaten, body's covered in bruises."

"Our killer's getting more violent. The last one was only beaten before the killer eventually strangled him."

"So he's getting quicker and more violent. Drake, those are the last things that I want to hear." He turned back to the car. Alex turned to follow him when she saw someone standing in the crowd, wearing a brown coat almost like the one that had passed her.

"Excuse me," she yelled, moving toward him. He turned and moved through the crowd. She ran after him, bringing the attention of Gene and everyone else. She moved through the crowd to see him disappearing behind the corner of a building.

"Drake, what was that about?" Hunt yelled.

She brought herself back to the scene. "The man I saw flew by me this morning."

"What?"

"Nothing. Nothing yet."

They went to the station for the next piece in their serial puzzle when they ran into Keats. He had hit a roadblock a couple of days ago in trying to break up the unit, but didn't seem in a bad mood as they saw him in the CID area. Gene flew by him, but Alex walked carefully by him, waiting for the man to talk.

"I can still help you, Alex. I can still help you get back home." She had turned to talk to him, but he had already walked off. She moved on to the office to see Gene locked away in his office. She made a few notes on the board about their latest victim before the rest of them got back with the full information.

"Sam Everies, 35. Sam Haver, 37. Sam Tiser, 37. Sam Robins, 35. Already picked out the common Sam name." She checked off items in her mind list. "Average age in the mid thirties. Short brown hair, thinner builds." She paused herself while looking at several at the photos. "No," she murmured, taking the sample photos and walking into Gene's office.

"Drake..." he started.

"All of them are modeled after one person. Your killer has a type."

"Figured that out with the second one."

"Did you connect it with Sam Tyler?"

That stopped him. "What?"

"All the victims look like Tyler. Short brown hair, thin builds. All even had a black leather jacket like his. They were watched, specifically because they were like Tyler. The actions suggest that these were random, but they were picked, stalked. If he was still alive, I would take this as a build up to him."

"He's not alive."

"Then we look at those he put away. The victims are taking his place, and their killer may have Tyler on his mind while doing this."

Gene gave her a hard stare for a couple of seconds. "Right, you've been in contact with Manchester. Get back with them. We need a complete list of people that have been released since his death." He walked out to the room where the rest had gathered.

"Right you lot, listen up. Our killer is going after Tyler lookalikes. I don't like it. He's tarnishing Sam's good image with deaths he's caused. Until he is caught, this is our only case. Drake is getting information from Manchester. Ray, Chris, talk to the previous victims' families again. They may know who the killer is. Shaz, you're with Drake on the files. Compile a list that will give us the best choices on criminals behind this."

"And what will you be doing, DCI Hunt?" Trent asked, walking into the room. All turned to him, then back to Gene.

"I do not report to you, Keats. What I do is none of your business."

"While I am running the investigation on this unit, what you do is my business." Gene moved toward the door, hovering over Keats for a minute before walking out the door. All of them held their breaths as Trent visibly calmed down and walked back out.

"Two days in a row, he's pushing his luck," Chris mumbled. Ray and Chris walked out of the station, leaving Shaz and Alex.

"Shouldn't we be calling Manchester, ma'am?"

"Yeah, we should do that, Shaz."

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Alex, worn out by the events of the day, went home to sleep for a few hours to be woken up by the computer or Gene, whatever came first. As she headed up the stairs to her flat, she encountered the man again. He seemed to be waiting, looking out of the window of Luigi's. She walked by, not ready to deal with him yet. He instead came out. She whirls on him, asking, "What do you want?"

"You have to let me explain."

"Explain? You've been following me."

"I can tell you're Wrong. You don't belong here."

"What are you talking about?"

"You're in the wrong time." She freezes for a second, in which he continues. "I've been following traces of people that have been thrown out of their time. The traces right now are the strongest, there are two that have been thrown out of their time around here. I traced one back to you; I can't find the other, though."

"You're wrong. There's only me, the other person that was thrown back is dead."

He pulls out a device, one that looks like a rotary phone with other items attached. He flicks it on, after which the item makes a loud noise. Not loud enough to detour him from talking. "This would be at a lower level if it were just you, however it's continuing like this." He turns it back off. "There's someone else in the area that was also thrown in time."

"I only know of two, and both are dead."

"Are you sure?"

"One was killed in front of me; the other died in a car accident. They never found his body."

"Never found his body?" He contemplated this for a minute. "This may be the one."

This is my first attempt at Ashes to Ashes. So, you'll have to tell me if I have someone off, or something wrong. Please review for this.

And I will get back to the other stories too. But I want this off my mind.