The Doctor moved the second shipping box from his truck and plopped it onto the shop floor. He rubbed his hands together to try and return some circulation as Jenny and Vastra entered. He gave them a slight nod and returned to his truck where he got the third and final shipment of books from the back of his old, faded blue pickup truck. The women watched him carefully as he went about bringing in the books. It was usual for him to do his own heavy work, he was honestly quite a fit guy under those raggedy clothes. What was unusual, however, was his expression. He seemed distracted, more so than usual stuck in his own head. It wasn't that they realized he was a bit far off until he stubbed his toe on a corner and actually began to swear.

"Do you think he's alright, Ma'am?" Jenny asked Vastra as they watched him wrestle with a folding table in the middle of the store.

Vastra looked on with an amused expression as he caught his thumb in a clasp and let out a howl, "I haven't the slightest, Jenny."

They continued to watch before one dared to ask, "Doctor, what are you doing?"

He grumbled a few times before setting the table right-side-up and standing to straighten his clothes. "I'm setting up a new book display."

"What about?" Vastra asked.

"Well, I just got in some new books about travel and I thought they'd look nice here," He answered, looking over to them with wild hair.

"Why books on travelling?" Jenny raised a brow.

"Because I've had requests for books on travelling!" The Doctor answered, his tone a bit too defensive.

"Really? Doesn't seem all that common," Jenny remarked.

"Doctor, does this have anything to do with that gi-" Vastra began but he cut her off quickly.

"I thought it might bring in new customers!" Gods forbid Jenny find out about the brunette. He'd never live this down.

Vastra held back a laugh as she watched him set up the display. He tried his very best to ignore the strange woman. In all honesty, he hadn't stopped thinking about that girl since she walked out two weeks ago. She was all bossy and her nose went funny at the end, but in the most alluring of ways. Something about her made her seem very clever. He wanted- no- needed to figure out her name. In fact, he had the overwhelming desire to figure her out, what made her tick. It was a funny feeling, like insects flying about in his chest.

He set up his table in silence, ordering the books alphabetically from Budapest to Paris. He refused to look up at his associates as Vastra whispered into Jenny's ear. He turned his back to them to hide a red face as Jenny giggled. Damn Vastra, telling his secrets.

"You two are gossip-y... gossipers!" He spun around to point an accusatory finger at them.

"And you've got a crush," Jenny smirked at her boss.

"I have been neither pressed nor squeezed with force or violence, being seriously damaged or injured," He cited the dictionary definition of the word.

"No, but you have a brief but intense infatuation for someone, especially someone unattainable," Vastra gave him a knowing look.

"She is not unattainable!" He blurted.

"Then what is her name, Doctor?" Vastra asked simply.

"I- Shut up!" He stormed to the back of his shop. "Impossible girl!"

Jenny and Vastra exchanged a look before collapsing into laughter.


AN: Short chapter, but I needed a bit of a Filler! Our impossible girl is back next chapter! Enjoy and review!