own nothing.

Four.

I wish I could say the weeks that past had gotten easier, that the team bonded. But that would be a lie. Gwen constantly fought with me for authority about how things were done when my dad was around. And I would have to sit her down in my office and remind her that Dad isn't here anymore.

Martha was a great doctor and she was kind, her husband was sarcastic and funny. Mickey was the ball of the party. But every night they insisted, as newlyweds to spend it alone. I completely understood, if I married, I wouldn't wanted to be here all the time.

Jenny was the only one who stayed with me constantly. She left with me, and came to work with me. We lived together, I figured it would be easier then to throw her out into the world. She was the only one who knew about Captain John Hart too, and how he constantly followed me on my nightly rounds around the city.

I gave up on trying to kill him last week, when he saved my life from a weevil attack. This week it was no different, I could almost like him. Too bad he had a thing for my dad.

Hermione ran out of the alley towards the streets, and stopped, looking around, looking for the suspect. "Jenny, I lost them, can you get a signal?"

"They're by a fish and chip shop down the row half the block down to your right. Hurry, he's running fast." Jenny's voice came into Hermione's ear.

"Got it." She whispered, pocketing her wand into her coat and ran towards the criminal with speed so fast, people jumped out of her way. She had him in her sights, he saw her to, and ran even faster, trying to get away.

"Stop. Torchwood." She shouted, catching up to him, she pulled out her wand to cast a spell, the words on her lips, as they crossed the bridge to out of town. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something come at her.

"Avada Kedavra" a voice boomed from off the bridge. The spell sent her off the other side, and down thirty feet into the water below. She hit head first, her hair flowing all around her. Her heart beating slowing before stopping, bump-bump...bump-bump...bump-bump...bump-bump...bump-bump...bump-bump...bump.

He jumped in after her. It was later in November and the water was cold and the bloody chit didn't come up after that bolt of light had hit her. It came out of no where and whoever did it disappeared or he would've shot him for it. He wanted to wait for a minutes, but that would be bad, very bad. She would die. she could very well be dead now with a fall like that.

But he went in after her, to save her. She wasn't that far from the surface. Her skin glistened beautifully under the water, as did his, he suspected. He grabbed her, jerking her towards the surface, pulling her to air. Breaking surface, he reached for his gun and switched it to gravity pull and pulled them up back to the bridge.

Landing, he placed her on the ground and glanced her over, she wasn't breathing. The commander seemed to be already dead. Well then, when in Rome. Opening her air ways, he began CPR, pushing on her chest, giving her compressions to get her heart beating, and giving her breaths.

She breathed, coughing up water. "Get him." She barely opened her eyes. She raised her hand to touch his cheek, her frozen hand. "He needs to be stopped."

He glanced up to the direction to where she was heading before she was blasted off the bridge. "Will you be alright?"

She took a wheezing, cold breath, "Maybe. But thank you." Shivering, she brought her hand back down. "Go, before he kills someone."

"Fine, but you owe me one Commander." He kissed her on the forehead, before leaping off to find her criminal.

Her breaths hurt at each turn, as she brought her arm around to left wrist band where her emergency communicator was. She brought it slowly to her mouth, feeling hypothermia coming along. "Jenny. I need help. Track me please."

"Already on our way Commander."

"Jenny?"

"Yes Commander?"

"I need a Doctor."