Sam Tyler strode into work with a weary air of defeat. He slumped down in the nearest chair only to have DCI Gene Hunt explode into the office with his usual enthusiasm.
"Right lads, we've got a right smartarse bastard from," he glanced at an official looking document with a sneer. "U.N.I.T. whatever that means. And he and the skirt want to talk to you lot about the Saxon case."
"Why do they want to know about that? It was all done and dusted," replied Sam. "I made sure it was all above board."
"Don't get your knickers in a twist Sammy boy, they aren't one of us. It's military intelligence."
"Military? What gives the jurisdiction?"
Suddenly everything seemed to be muffled like when your ears pop and the sound of a ventilator blended in, then a voice spoke; 'Hello, I'm Martha Jones. You don't know me, but you look like him.'
"Oy!" Hunt slapped Sam round back of the head. "Don't drift off when I'm speaking."
"Ah!"
"Say sorry Guv," he growled.
"Sorry…Guv."
"Apparently the dandy in the velvet suit things one of you lot picked up some confidential documents containing some plans. So I want to show this is a clean shop, understand?"
"Yes, Guv," they all chimed.
Hunt bowled out of the office leaving them all reeling.
"So what are we supposed to do now?" asked Chris.
"Find the papers and burn them," chuckled Ray, lighting up a cigarette.
"No! No," exclaimed Sam. "If we have the papers we return them, ok?"
The voice returned; 'He is…was evil. He did look a lot like you. Really I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw you.'
"Jelly Baby?" asked Chris while chewing on of the sweets. He held out the paper bag. "Boss?"
"Where did you get them from," asked Sam picking out the red jelly baby, his favourite flavour, and biting the head off before swallowing the rest.
"Oh, the guy with the curly hair and long scarf we brought in for disturbing the peace last night had them in his pocket."
"You can't eat other peoples property. That's stealing."
"You just ate one," said Ray, with a smug grin. "Receiving stolen goods, that is."
"That's not the point-,"
"The fella gave them to me…and Annie," explained Chris pointing policewoman. "For being understanding. I wasn't too sure at first, me mam is always telling me not to take sweets from strangers, but as we'd been introduced I couldn't see the harm."
"Where is he now?"
"Gone. He got released this morning. Some bird from the paper came and collected him."
"I'll take those," said Sam, picking up the bag and stuffing it into his pocket. "Evidence."
"But, Boss," protested Chris.
"Privilege of rank."
"I'm the Doctor and this is my assistant Jo," said the velvet suited figure, introducing himself. "We just want to ask a few questions."
"Poking your nose in where its not wanted, more like," grumbled Ray.
"It's for your own good. Now who's first?"
"I'll go first," volunteered Sam, stepping up. "I'm responsible if anything has gone missing."
"But, Boss," protested Chris.
The voice again; 'The Master, that's what He called himself. The Doctor said he was a Time Lord.'
"Master...?"
"Yes," said Hunt, suddenly stepping up behind Sam. "Or are you getting delusions of grandeur?"
"My mind was elsewhere."
The Doctor frowned like he had realised something was wrong.
"Well, make sure you pay attention or I'll have to remind you how to?"
"Is there a place we can carry out the interviews? Ah, that looks like a good place," said the Doctor, opening the door to Hunt's office. "Coming, hmm?"
"Tell me about the Saxon Case…"
"We got called to the Saxon house on Thursday 16th of October. The neighbours had reported some odd occurrences and that Mr Saxon hadn't been seen for a while so we went to investigate."
"And what did you find there?"
"The house was in disarray and Mrs Saxon was sporting a nasty black eye. We carried out a thorough investigation but couldn't find any evidence of foul play."
"But you suspected that something was wrong?"
"Yes," he snapped. "But as I said without hard evidence or a willing party we can't do anything."
"Did you remove any object from the house?"
"No. Nothing…we didn't have a warrant you see."
'We stopped him though…but she escaped and I've learned that anything is possible when the Doctor is involved.'
"Doctor?" said Sam out loud.
"Yes?"
"No I didn't mean you…I'm sorry I was thinking out loud."
"Easily distracted? Sure you didn't overlook the evidence?"
"I'm sure."
"Thank you Sam," said Jo who had been taking notes throughout the interview. "You can go now."
As Tyler walked out of the door he overheard them speaking.
"The time detector spiked when he walked into the room."
"What does that mean?"
"That he has either come in contact with or travelled through the vortex."
"Do you think he took the Master's TARDIS?"
"The frequency is different, so we still have to find who piloted the ship."
"Time travel," he muttered under his breath. Although he'd convinced himself that he was in a coma, maybe this was the way out he had been waiting for.
"Oy, Tyler! It's not nice to listen at doors. Are you in cloud cookoo land today or what?" yelled Hunt, having come to be standing next to him without any warning.
"What?"
"I said we are going back to the house with this Doctor bloke, cloth-ears!"
"Why?"
"I don't have to explain my motives to you," he snapped, turning to the Doctor and Jo who had just emerged from the office. "You will follow me."
