Nick vs. the Doctor

"Sir, are you currently taking any drugs?" Nick's eyebrows were arched and he was staring down the mysterious Doctor, who seemed to be all too comfortable in his current surroundings. He shouldn't be this calm. Besides... doctor what? There's no way this guy is clean.

"Nope," the Doctor replied, picking up his glass from the table and took a languorous sip of the cool water.

"Do you know who this man is?" Nick slid a picture of Charles McCormick across the table toward the Doctor.

"That's the bloke you lot just brought in," the Doctor's voice was monotonous as he glanced around the confines. "The one me and Rose found."

"Does the name 'Charles McCormick' mean anything to you?" Nick asked, quickly growing wearly of the Doctor's nonchalant attitude about the ordeal.

"That'd be his name," the Doctor said dryly, returning the picture to CSI Stokes.

Nick sighed and tucked the picture back into the folder he had laying on the table before him, "Did you see who did it?"

"Nope," the Time Lord's eyes showed no trace of lies or deception. He tilted his head to the side and furrowed his eyebrows, "Where's Rose?"

"She's safe," Nick answered, still positive that this 'Doctor' fellow had something to do with the murder.

"Safe where?"

"In the room next-door," Nick felt that the small tidbit of information would hopefully pacify the Doctor enough for him to get a straight answer to at least one of his questions. "Are you sure you didn't see anyone around the scene when you and your... companion arrived?"

"I'm sure," the Doctor nodded, "Rose might've seen something though. I wasn't exactly payin' attention to the street so much as I was to her."

"So, the fact that you call her your 'companion', is that in a sexual way?" Nick couldn't help but ask. The words poured from his mouth before he had time to think of a better way to phrase them.

"No!" the Doctor's voice was loud and firm. Why does everyone think we're 'together'? She's bloody nineteen... I'm... too old. "What's it matter to you, anyway?"

"Sorry, I was just curious," Nick's hands were beside his chest defensively, "No need to get upset."

"'M not upset," the Doctor raised his chin slightly and looked down the bridge of his nose at Nick with a self-assured aura to him, "We done here?"

"Yeah," Nick sighed resignedly. He's clean... so far. "We'll give you a call if we need you for anything."

"I can show myself out," the Time Lord stood up from the table and brushed past the officer standing beside the door.