She pulled into the driveway trying to get control over herself. She could not give her information away no matter what. As she made her way to the door, she realized that he had gotten her, her favorite flowers. They were the most beautiful crimson roses that her eyes had ever seen. How can it be him? He is so sweet and nice... No CLARA! This man is a serial killer! Letting her mind go blank Clara greeted the Doctor.

"Hello Doctor." Clara's faltering voice caught the attention of the Doctor who quirked his left eyebrow up no more than a sliver.

"Hello Clara." He flashed another one of his flawless grins, and it was the first time that Clara caught something almost unreadable in that smile. Knowledge. Oh shout. No No NO! He can't know just from a little stutter can he? His smooth voice interrupted her thoughts. "I just wanted to bring these by for you, and I also have something else." Clara watched his hand very carefully, not noticing how his eyes watched hers and the small smirk that lit his face up when he noticed what she was doing. A thin black box was produced and Clara gasped.

"Oh, Doctor Ansom, you shouldn't have. I have done absolutely nothing to deserve this." Speaking the words as if she were in trouble for no reason, Clara took the box.

"On the contrary, you have, my little Clara. I was actually hoping that you would wear this gift tomorrow night on our date." Clara nodded in agreement before opening the box. What lay in that box almost caused her to drop it. It was a very beautiful bracelet that she was eyeing for two months now, and slowly saving up for, and she knew that it cost a fortune. It was a silver with an intricate rope like design for the actual bracelet and it held small diamonds in between the spaces that the rope created. At each end of the bracelet, there is a purple amethyst stone with an eighth note carved into it. Clara, forgetting what the Doctor was in that one moment, ran into his arms, smiling from ear to ear.

"Thank you so much, Doctor. I must admit that I believe I am forever in debt to you." He smiled and lowered his head to hers. He kissed her slowly and sweetly, taking his time to love and appreciate her taste, and the way that her body melded into his, unlike any other. Clara pulled back when her mind returned. Oh my Gosh! I am kissing a freaking SERIAL KILLER! Quickly averting her eyes to his tie, Clara sighed gently. She felt his gentle fingers under her chin, but she didn't move as he lifted her face to his.

"I have to take my leave now Clara, but I will see you tomorrow." Kissing her once more, he left, leaving Clara stunned with a new piece of jewelry and her favorite roses.

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Doctor Ansom slipped into his luxury Lincoln. He had her right where he wanted her to be. He knew that his little clue would reveal himself to her, but there was one thing that he was truly worried about. He would be forced to trust Clara and hope that she doesn't turn him in. If it came to that he knows that he would have to take her with him, even if she hated him. His freedom was still his number one priority, and he hated how he could only make a guess at what tomorrow night was going to bring. It was pure curiosity that drove him to that night, and it was all for her. Excitement filled his world when the thought of all the possibilities for the date and the things that the future could bring entered his mind. I must be prepared for anything. Though my little Clara is very predictable at times.

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A/N: Suggestions and comments are welcome. Please hold on the flames, unless you have helpful advice.

The next chapter should be up soon, and I hope that you enjoyed this one!