"Excuse me Ma'am?"

"What?" Rose gasped, eyes snapping towards the voice that came from behind her mother as they crowded around her.

"Oh sweetheart, thank god," Jackie cooed, "For a moment there we thought you might pass out on us."

"I- wait," She let Pete pull her from the cold sand, "What did you say?"

"Ms Tyler?" The Officer repeated, a little more insistently, "Rose Marion Tyler?"

"Yea that's me," Rose lifted her chin, turning from the sea to face her, Pete and her mother remaining by her side.

Jackie stepped in, "Who the hell are you appearin' like that and whadda ya want with my Rose?"

"Mum it's fine." Rose soothed with a hand to her shoulder, a nod over her head signaling for Pete to step in and restrain her if necessary.

"Captain Erisa Magambo," She introduced with a brief salute and Rose nodded taking a step forward. "Special Operations Division, Unified Intelligence Task Force."

"U.N.I.T?" Pete wrapped an arm around Jackie.

"What does UNIT want with me?" Rose watched as the Captain retrieved an envelope from her breast pocket and handed it to her.

"Mickey-" Jackie turned towards the car.

"Nah don't wake 'im," She shook her head, slipping her fingers under the seal of the envelope.

"What is it Rose?" Pete stepped up beside her as she scanned the summons, she held it still so he could read through it.

"This doesn't say anything?" Pete frowned. "It's blank."

"Psychic Paper." The Captain supplied, "It can only be read by the person it was intended for."

"It's a bit vague mind," Rose raised an eyebrow, "What exactly do you need me for?"

"We need your help."


U.N.I.T Headquarters

Commander Stewart waited patiently, leaning against the open Lab door while its single occupant, only visible by the scruffy blonde of his head, rummaged around in the depths of a storage container, tossing bits and bobs over his shoulder, muttering to himself as he went. She glanced at her watch briefly noting the time.

"The affects of the teleport should be wearing off soon," She folded her arms across her chest, "We need to get this over with so I can get back to more important things."

"Hah," He cackled, "That's what you think."

"So you keep saying." She raised a skeptical eyebrow, watching as he moved about.

Not that she really minded, after all the view was great with his tight fitted grey trousers highlighting his assets as they did, it was a shame he covered it up with the suit jacket let alone the ridiculous coat he was always wearing that trailed past his knees.

"Ah, ever the scientist," He smirked, slamming the container with a flourish. "Skeptical doesn't suit you Commander."

With a quick hop he was up and over the steel bench top and sliding off to stand before her.

"Show off." She muttered with a roll of her eyes as he snatched his leather coat off the stand by the door and flung it over his shoulder, sticking whatever he had been searching for into his trouser pocket as he sauntered past her with a wink.

"Shall we?" He offered her his arm, noting her lip turning up a little in disgust. "Maybe not then?"

He retracted his arm and brushed the dirt from his sleeve and the front of his grey oxford before pulling on his coat and adjusting both suit and jacket collars until he was satisfied. She shook her head in resignation, pushing off the wall to follow as he strode down the corridor ahead of her.

"You realize you owe me?" She eyed him with amusement, stepping into the lift beside him.

"I- what?" He spluttered indignantly.

"Then again it may work to our advantage in the long run," She mused, "I can imagine Peter Tyler would be most grateful to us having his daughter on the payroll as opposed to lounging around the mansion frivolously spending thousands of his hard earned pounds."

"She isn't like that." He replied selecting their floor with a little more force than necessary, slipping his hands in his pockets when the jostle of the lift resulted in the back of his hand brushing against hers and a less than pleasant itch beginning to irritate his skin. Sometimes he thought she did it on purpose after ignoring his offered, cloth covered arm.

"Oh and you'd know would you?" She raised an eyebrow.

"No, I just have this feeling," He began, then thinking better of it left it be, "Oh never mind."

The lift opened and he shot out before her, scratching at the red welt that spread up his arm which made him more uncomfortable than the small space and her questioning his judgment. She caught up as they passed the canteen and the small gift shop which still to this day baffled him with its existence, until finally they reached the interrogation rooms.

"Before we begin, let's be clear," She turned to face him, his hand stilling in mid air as he reached for the door knob, "I seriously doubt the Vitex Heiress will be of any assistance to you, but since you've more than proven to be a valuable asset and ask very little else, the least I can do is grant you this-"

"She's not a pet Commander," He frowned down at her, "I have a genuine professional interest in the girl."

"Yes I'm sure you do," She nodded, "And all based on some barely useable footage from the Cyber Invasion if what I've heard is anything to be believed-"

"Bennett! Damn it what has that uptight pillock been spreading now-" He snapped irritably, brushing a hand impatiently across his face and the two day old stubble he found there as his other reached for the door.

"Look," She raised a hand to his chest, stopping mere millimeters from his shirt, "Call it what you want, I'm just glad that you've taken an interest in something or someone, other than your work, even if I don't understand the logic behind it."

"Is that a hint of jealousy I detect Commander Stewart?" He quipped back, his whiskey eyes dancing with barely contained irritation.

"Not at all," She replied stepping back out of his way, "Whatever reason's you have, I rest safely in the knowledge that at the very least, if she accepts the task that is, you won't be alone."

"Your concern for me is touching really," He drawled as she opened the door to the observation room and let him in. "God knows you could do with a babysitter anyway."

He rolled his eyes as she chuckled, his less than complementary response dying behind reinforced steel as the door closed behind her.

"So, what do we have here then eh?" He mused to himself as he swung back on the chair he'd dropped in to, his feet propped up on the ledge below the glass as his gaze locked onto the blonde mumbling to herself in the room beyond. "Rose Tyler?"

The instant he'd said it her head snapped up in an expression almost akin to recognition, her fingers stilling on the pendant around her neck as her brow furrowed, her eyes darkening from a warm hazel as they seemed to bore into him despite the mirror.

"Oh, now that," He breathed watching carefully as she squinted and looked away pinching the bridge of her nose, his chair returning to the floor with a thud, "That was interesting."