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Elizabeth tried not to gag; she'd seen dead bodies before, but not impaled, beheaded and eviscerated.
She got her phone out and started to dial 999 but Doctor Smith put a hand over her phone.
"Best not," he said in an almost inaudible whisper. "The shadows may have ears."
She could see his eyes were not on the unfortunate Professor but on the shadows to their left.
"Stay very still…not a word," he whispered and walked towards the shadows.
A few moments later he came out, grabbed a dust sheet and said.
"Found his head."
She saw him slip something into his pocket but said nothing.
"I'm calling the police," she said.
Doctor Smith shook his head and she glared at him and she started to dial, but it was snatched from her hand.
Doctor Smith was dialling instead and she was about to say something when he said.
"Jack…I'm fine, really I am…..tell Ash I'm sorry. You really need to get down here. It may still be in here…no time for questions."
He handed the phone back to her and said. "Stay here."
He disappeared through a door and she was left with voice of Jack Harkness on the phone and the body of the Professor.
The Doctor moved cautiously into the darkened museum. He didn't want to alert security or the killer; he wasn't going to give it more victims.
The killer may or may not be supernatural, but whoever was behind it was definitely human. Not only had he found the head of the unfortunate Professor but bloody footprints as well.
He felt a flash of anger, was all this murder for nothing but a robbery?
He knew he should have waited for Jack, but he couldn't take the chance that the killer might escape.
He followed the bloody footprints as well as he could in the semi-darkness, but eventually they faded. He looked up the darkened room and considered if it was a good idea to keep going. But for once he listened to his common sense and turned back.
He therefore didn't notice the figure in the shadow who was staring intently at him and in its hands was the Eye.
He returned to the restoration room and the woman; he really should ask her name. She held out the phone and said.
"Angry Captain."
He took the phone. "Jack…sorry. Restoration Room Four, I think, been a while since I've been down here. No, I lost whatever it was…no, no need for the cavalry…no, I'm not moving…oh, that reporter is here."
He turned the phone off before Jack could reply and turned his attention to the woman.
"I don't believe we've been introduced, you are?"
"Elizabeth Morrison, investigative reporter for the Guardian, and you're not really Doctor John Smith."
"Correct…you can call me the Doctor."
She frowned and then her eyes widened. "But you're just a rumour."
The Doctor grinned at her. "That's thing about rumours, sometimes they're true."
"But…but, that means you're an alien…that means…."
"Yes, I'm an alien and yes they really exist."
"This…..I could win a Pulitzer for this."
He scowled. "Priorities."
She sighed. "Fine, but you know Torchwood will cover this up."
He nodded. "Of course, can't start a panic, serial killer and all."
The sound of people approaching broke the moment.
"Now I'm in trouble," he said.
"Of all the dumb-ass, stupid, irresponsible things to do!" Ash yelled.
He was so angry, he'd been on the verge of trawling the Thames when the phone call came.
Not that it lessened the worry; the Doctor had gone off, chasing a murderer and when he'd seen how brutal the killer had been.
At least the Doctor had the sense to look sheepish. He moved closer and said in a less angry tone.
"You could have been hurt….or worse."
"But I wasn't, you have to trust me Ash. Besides, I don't think this killer has me in their cross-hairs."
He turned away and said to Jack, who had been talking to Elizabeth.
"Jack, I need a list of people who have worked or are working on his thing."
"Tomorrow Doc, I've got to clear this up. You go with Ash and don't argue."
Ash was surprised when he didn't and they drove back to the hotel in silence. Ash was still annoyed but he could see the Doctor was tired; although he knew the Doctor would never admit it.
He was glad the Doctor had no memory of what happened after the discovery of the guard and the murder of the Professor. He really didn't think the Doctor would cope with the implications of it.
He had to force the Doctor to get some rest and was about to go to his own bed when the Doctor said.
"Stay, please."
Ash sat on the bed but the Doctor said.
"No…stay."
Ash blinked…was that an invitation to share his bed.
"Doctor, you're tired."
"Please, I want you to…I miss you."
That did it for Ash.
"Let me shower," he said.
Ten minutes later he slipped into the bed. "Are you sure?"
The Doctor smiled and said. "Yes," and to show it he leant over and kissed him, and then yawned.
Ash smiled back and said. "Sleep, we have a lot to do tomorrow."
Ash was content to let the Doctor sleep in his arms and he slowly drifted off to sleep.
The figure that had hold of the Eye was not happy. He stomped into the office and placed the Eye on a pedestal.
He picked up a phone and a few minutes later two men entered.
The man thrust a picture at them. "This man works for Torchwood…find out what he values the most and take it."
One of the men said. "It won't be easy."
"I don't care, he followed me. I think he knows about the Eye and I want to know what he knows. Send word to the Associates, tell them to start the Gathering."