10 months ago…

Roald Dahl Plass

Cardiff, Wales

Torchwood Hub

"Hang on a second." Mickey Smith said, completely overwhelmed. "You regenerated? Fine, no big deal. Bit of a shock, but nothing other than that. A wife? Bit bigger, but okay. I can accept that too." By this point, everyone who wasn't at least part-Gallifreyan in the room was shooting him looks, trying to pass on the message to shut the **** up.

But of course, he continued.

"But a kid?" Mickey laughed, looking around the room. "C'mon, you've got ta be pullin' our legs, righ'?"

Mickey's laughter faded as he saw the Doctor moving towards him, practically shaking with anger.

"How dare you, Mickey Smith." the Doctor said, his voice low and calm, and altogether terrifying. "Why is it that you think it's fine for you to be happy? For you to marry the woman that you love, to possibly have children someday, to grow old together? And yet I am not allowed the same thing?" He was shaking in anger by this point, and might have done something he would possibly regret later, if not for River laying a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

He took a deep breath, before spinning around, heading back to the TARDIS, and slamming the doors behind him.

The entire group - including Mickey - sat there in stunned silence for a moment, before River spoke, her voice even deadlier than her husband's, if that was possible.

"Get out."

Mickey's head snapped up. "What?"

"I said get out." River growled, hand on her holster. "You upset him. You hurt him. You're one of his oldest friends, and you just laughed in his face at his request for help in finding our daughter. If you had done that to me, you would be dead."

Mickey looked down in shame, before getting out of his seat and heading for the door. He turned around for a moment though. "Tell 'im I'm sorry, would you? Tha' I was wrong."

River just nodded stiffly, not even bothering to look at the man. As soon as she heard the metallic sounds of the Hub door closing, she looked to the rest of the group.

"If anyone else here shares Mr. Smith's sentiments, leave now. I will find my little girl, and I will need help to do it, but I will not force you to help if you are otherwise inclined."

When no one moved, she nodded. "Very well then." she said, becoming pleasanter than what they had seen so far. "Give me a few minutes, please. Mr. Grumpy Face needs some alone time right now, I believe." She winked at them, before turning to go back to the TARDIS, when Sarah Jane stopped her.

"Be careful!" Sarah Jane warned. "I've seen the Doctor in some horrible tempers before, but nothing like that. So please, do be careful."

River smiled at them all, and for a moment, they thought that she would agree with Miss Sarah Jane Smith. "Careful?" She asked innocently enough, but her smile soon turned cat-like. "Tried that once. Ever so dull."

888

That was 10 months ago. After Doctor Song had managed to calm the Doctor down enough to be out of the TARDIS without breaking anything - or anyone - they had explained the situation in as much detail as possible. The next few months were spent gathering as much intel as possible.

Then contact was made. The TARDIS was being too stubborn to just flat out tell them where the Angel was, but they had coerced the old girl to tell them that she was on Earth, at the very least. So they went everywhere. There would be times when a member of that group would have spent two weeks trying to get information from their various sources, before being picked up in the TARDIS by either the Doctor or Doctor River Song. They had tried anyone and everyone - UNIT and its extensive network; Sarah Jane's super-computer, Mr. Smith; even the Silurians, just to name a few. They had had no luck whatsoever so far.

Until now.

Martha Jones' P.O.V.

Jack, Ianto, Mickey, and I had come to the United States because of an idea of mine. Because the TARDIS was the one who had decided where and when to drop the Angel off, we had realized that we would need her help to find her. Unfortunately, the old girl was still as stubborn as ever.

So after much argument with a sentient time and space machine, she had finally given us a location: the United States of America.

Back when I was still based in New York City, we had had a case where we had needed the help of the FBI - the Behavioral Analysis Unit, in particular. Now we were going to Quantico, Virginia, in the hopes that they would be able - and willing - to help us find the Angel.

As we got off of the plane to head to the FBI Headquarters, none of us noticed the car watching us.

Meanwhile, inside the car:

The two men inside smirked at each other when they saw their targets get off of the plane. One of them - the driver - kept an eye on the foursome, while his friend picked up his phone and made a call.

"Yo." he said in greeting. "You were right. There are four of them here."

A pause, presumably to let the person on the other end reply.

"We're in Quantico, Virginia." the man answered before hanging up. His friend looked at him.

"What'd he say?"

The first man smiled sickeningly. "He said to follow them. Hopefully they'll lead us straight to her."

Now back to Martha...

Most of the team was already gathered and waiting for us, but we were still waiting on the youngest team member - Dr. Reid, if I remembered correctly.

He rushed in a minute or two later, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Jack give the young doctor the once-over before being flicked by Ianto.

"Right." Agent Hotchner said, nodding slightly in my direction. "Now that we're all here, I think that we can begin. Dr. Jones, if you would?"

I nodded. "Hello again, everyone. Nice to see you." I recieved soft smiles from everyone in the room in greeting. "This is Captain Jack Harkness," I said, giving Jack a look to keep him from opening his mouth. "As well as Ianto Jones, and Mickey Smith, my husband." The boys nodded and said hello - except for Jack, who Ianto still wasn't allowing to speak.

"We need your help again." I said. "A matter of global security has come up, and we need your help to resolve it. You may think that you have dealt with big cases before, you may have dealt with your fair share of psychopaths, but that is nothing compared to this."

Morgan smiled at me, winking. "So what is it this time, gorgeous?" he asked. "An anti-alien cult? An evil mastermind hell-bent on taking over the world?"

I rolled my eyes. "Still don't believe in aliens, hmm?"

He laughed. "And nothing that you say will make me."

Jack raised an eyebrow at me, silently asking me to explain.

"The last time I was here, we started off the whole adventure with them thinking that I was some madcap alien hunter." I laughed.

"But that's besides the point." I said. "We are here in the hopes that you can help us on a missing persons case."

The BAU looked at me, dumbfounded.

"No offense, bambina, but how is a missing person a matter of global security?" Rossi asked.

"These are the people who are supposed to help us save the world?" Ianto asked dryly, and Garcia gave him a double take.

"You're Welsh?" she noted, and he smiled at her, nodding.

Her face lit up. "He's mine." she announced, moving over to Ianto, but Jack beat her there.

"Sorry beautiful, but he's taken." Jack said possessively as he wrapped his arms around Ianto's waist, and I had to cover my mouth to hide a giggle.

Garcia blushed. "Sorry." she muttered.

"I don't know." Ianto mused. "It is kind of nice to be the one receiving the attention for once."

I shot them all a Look. "Can we please focus?"

All three of them looked at me sheepishly.

"Sorry, Martha." Jack said, moving back to stand beside Mickey.

"I've gotta agree with Rossi here, Dr. Jones." Agent Morgan said, leaning forward in his chair. "How is finding one missing person a matter of global security?"

That was when Jack finally spoke up - and we all knew that there was nothing that Ianto could do to hold him back this time. Luckily, the Doctor and River had given us a cover story to use before they left for Quantico.

"Imagine, gentlemen," he began, "That there is a certain man in England - codename the Doctor. You guys have heard of James Bond; Austin Powers; hell, even Indiana Jones."

Once the whole team had nodded in affirmation, Jack smiled.

"The Doctor makes them all look like your average Joe Schmoe." he smirked. "This one man has saved the world - by himself - more times then you can count, and never asks for anything in return."

"Okay then." Prentiss said, "If a man like this is even possible - which I highly doubt, by the way - what does he have to do with the missing person case?"

This time Ianto picked up the story. "Now picture this - there is another person out there - but this time, a woman." The way he said the word 'woman' made the BAU agents want to laugh for a second, before they realized why he was saying it like that.

"Oh." Was all that Reid could say to that, and Mickey looked at him in sympathy.

"Trust me, mate, you have no idea."

"She is hell." Jack said, and I shot him a dirty look before he continued. "In high heels."

Of course, that description was what caught Rossi's attention.

"So of course, what happens?" Jack snorted. "They meet. They fight - as partners and with each other, they aren't picky. And they fall in love. Eventually, they have a child."

"And once that child is of age, she became the third saviour of this planet. Her codename is fitting - she is the Angel."

Slowly, the BAU team was beginning to understand what their visitors were getting at.

Unfortunately, they still refused to believe them.

"You've got to be kidding me." Prentiss said. "Do you honestly expect us to believe that one man is responsible for the safety of the entire planet?"

"Of course not!" Jack responded, sounding insulted. "Haven't you been listening? There are three of them now." He said, speaking slowly, as if addressing rather stupid children.

"Okay, even if these three do exist -" Rossi began, sounding as though he was definitely a skeptic, "What does that have to do with this case?"

"That's the problem, see." Mickey said. "The Angel, she's still young. She made some mistakes, got her cover blown. Didn't want to tell anyone what she had done - she's real prideful - so she took a piece of tech that her dad had been working on."

"So you want us to create a profile for a rogue assassin-slash-saviour of the world?" Reid asked, incredulous.

"Of course not!" Martha said. "See, the tech that the Doctor was workin' on, we call it the Chameleon Arch. Basically, its like going deep undercover - except that even you believe your own cover story completely. You become someone else- even your personality completely changes. You end up with a completely different name, a completely different life."

"So what are we supposed to do exactly?" Dr. Reid asked.

"Excellent question!" Jack said. "We know that the Angel is somewhere in America, we just aren't sure where. Now, what Ianto is handing you right now are copies of cases that she has worked on, known associates, etc - but most important on that list is a character list. Every detail about this girl is on there - from favourite foods, to favourite colours, to personality traits. If you reverse engineer this in a way, you should hopefully be able to figure out what kind of girl we should be looking for."

"I believe your files are missing critical information, Mr. Jones." Hotch remarked, making Ianto stiffen.

"Uh oh." Mickey muttered under his breath.

"With all due respect, I doubt that that is correct, sir." Ianto said cooly.

"Agent Hotchner, Ianto Jones is essential our version of Miss Garcia." I said shortly, making the team realize why he had seemed so offended by Hotch's words. Once he apologized to Ianto, I continued.

"There is information missing from this file, however. Her real name is classified - only the Angel and her parents know it - and as for her picture…" I trailed off, unsure how to explain this part without them getting suspicious.

"We believe - in fact, we know - that parties unknown are after this girl. We know absolutely nothing about them, except for one thing - they intend to kill her." Jack filled in.

The room was silent then for a moment, as Jack, Ianto, Mickey and I waited to hear what the BAU had to say on the matter.

Finally, after about five minutes of silent conversation, Agent Hotchner turned to me.

"Where should we start?" he asked.