The Doctor really wanted to have a closer look at the Eye. At first he'd thought it was just an ordinary artefact, but after the grisly discovery he thought again.

He looked around, saw that everyone was busy, and since they were all UNIT men they wouldn't find it odd that he would want to look at it. Of course it would have an alarm, he could hear it and see it, so he surreptitiously disabled it with the sonic.

He carefully lifted the front panel and hesitated before touching; almost as if he was warning himself not to touch it. He ignored himself and picked it up and examined the hieroglyphs; they looked like the standard 'touch and you are cursed' but then he noticed a set of glyphs that really shouldn't be there.

He narrowed his eyes and read the script under his breath and suddenly he dropped it.

"Are you okay sir?" a UNIT soldier said on hearing the thud of the Eye as it hit the top of the pedestal and noted the Doctor's surprised face.

"I'm fine, just some static build-up," he replied, trying to shake the tingle from his hands.

"Best not to touch, we don't have clearance…insurance."

He nodded. "Of course…sorry," and placed the Eye back in its right position.

He walked away and for some reason he felt annoyed…no, he felt angry.

Jack sighed as he watched them extricate the spear from the ill-fated security guard. He had a hell of lot of people to Retcon, and that was a problem. He'd spiked the water that had been given out, but he would have to rely on the discretion of the royals.

He couldn't treat this an ordinary murder; not when the victim was half-way up a thirty foot wall, impaled by an ancient Egyptian spear.

There was nothing he could do for now, so he went looking for the Doctor. He found him leaning against one of the false pillars, gazing at nothing.

"Doctor?" he said and the Doctor blinked.

"Are you okay?"

The Doctor nodded. "Not the best entertainment."

"No, I need to pick your brains."

"It'd be my guess that the killer is either a giant, which would be impossible, since giants only exist in fairy-tales or they're alien."

He thought the Doctor had finished but he said. "Or you have the guardian of a three thousand year old artefact roaming round the museum."

Jack wasn't sure how to take that last statement, so he ignored it.

"Anyway, UNIT are taking charge. Ash will be finished in about an hour. It's early, go and have a good time."

The Doctor didn't chide him over it; he took it as a good sign.

"I'll be in the Egyptian Room," the Doctor said and wandered off.

The Doctor wandered through the various sections. He was deliberately doing so; he could feel someone was following him, and he didn't want them to know…not yet.

He casually stopped and perused an Assyrian frieze and said.

"You know, it's not nice to follow people. Anyone would think your were spying on me, Professor Marston."

There was a sigh and Elizabeth Marston stepped out of the shadow.

"You knew I was following you…how?"

"That expensive perfume…there's no mistaking it."

He leant against the frieze. "You're not really a professor, are you?"

"I am."

"Don't think so…that dress is a rental and you don't have the hands of someone who digs in the dirt for a living. I'm thinking reporter."

She sighed. "Reporter."

"The good captain won't be pleased that you slipped through his net."

The woman paled. "Please, I don't want to end up like the others. Don't tell him."

The Doctor studied her and pushed off the frieze and walked round her.

"I might not, if you tell me your real name, and what you're investigating."

The woman said nothing and the half- smile he'd been wearing disappeared and he felt his patience wearing thin.

He took out his phone. "Of course I could just phone Captain Harkness and you'll be just another reporter gone missing due to whatever they were investigating,"

Then she said something and after that he didn't know what happened.

She'd hid when she'd seen one Jack Harkness appear and start handing out bottles of water. She'd followed the captain and then followed the man he'd been talking to…Doctor Smith; she knew there was more to him than he was saying.

Now she was being confronted by him, but she wasn't going to tell him anything, plus she didn't take kindly to threats.

"That's violating my human rights."

It turned out it was the wrong thing to say.

Doctor Smith smiled and it wasn't a nice smile. "I'd reconsider, if I were you. Captain Harkness may be bound by human morality. I however, am not."

She shook her head again. "I have every right to do what I do, and unless you show me some ID I'm leaving."

Doctor Smith let out a growl and grabbed her arm.

"Oww...let go!" she exclaimed and tried to pull away.

He tightened his grip more.

"Let go, you're hurting me!"

"Then you should have taken my first offer and run."

Elizabeth saw then…there was more to Doctor Smith; he was insane.

"Please…."she started to say but she knew it was hopeless.

Then she heard footsteps and voices and his vice-like grip was gone and he was being dragged away.

Not that her situation improved; now she was facing an angry Captain Harkness.

"What the hell did you say to him?"

"Me, nothing. It's him you should be asking."

Captain Harkness was distracted for a moment by a message on his com.

"A journalist…you're a journalist."

Elizabeth straightened. "Yes, and my headline tomorrow will be that UNIT employs madmen."

Captain Harkness shook his head. "No, it won't."

Two UNIT soldiers appeared. "Escort Miss Morrison to my vehicle and search her. Confiscate whatever you find."

"It won't stop me, you can't hold me without charge forever," she said as the two soldiers led her away.

Jack sighed, sadly she was right.

"It's to be expected," Doctor Stoneleigh said over the phone. "Since we have no drugs and we can't manufacture whatever the Master gave him, we knew this could happen."

"How is he?"

"Sleeping, I had to give him a large dose of Serum Five."

"I shouldn't have brought him here."

"Perhaps, give him a little more time. Chance are it won't happen again, and like you said, she must have said or done something to set him off."

"If you're sure?" Jack said.

"As sure as I can be, and Martha concurs. But perhaps it's best not to put him under any unneeded stress."

"Thanks doc, sorry to disturb you."

"No problem. If you need me, don't hesitate to call."

Jack put his phone away and sighed….why did problems come in threes?

He left the museum and got into the SUV and turned to the woman.

"Time for the truth….maybe you said something to start my friend off or you didn't. Tell me and I might consider not Retconning you."

"Honestly, I said nothing, he just went crazy."

"Okay, say I believe you. Why were you following him?"

"Because I thought he knew more than he was saying. My editor knows I'm here, so if you do that memory thing he'll make a good headline out of it."

Jack sighed. "Fine, you keep this out of the papers and I won't ask why you're here. But a word of warning…stay away from Doctor Smith."

He knocked on the darkened glass and the vehicle stopped.

"Goodbye, Miss Morrison."

"But I'm miles from home!"

"It's not late and there's a taxi rank over there...now, get out."

Elizabeth walked towards the taxi rank and watched the SUV drive away….there was no way she was going to leave it.

She reached into her bra and took out a piece of paper; it had the address of the hotel that Doctor Smith was staying at.

She was going to get what she wanted and Captain Harkness be damned.