The sun was already up in the sky, but I had no idea what time that could be. The police was on the Black Market, arresting the Master and shutting of the place. As for Lance, he was caught outside. Looked like the Doctor had predicted everything, so he warned Mickey, who sent the Scotland Yard there. And that bastard never told me anything about that. Nevermind... It was done, and we were safe. I just wanted to go back home, and sleep for a while. I was feeling so tired, that I almost couldn't keep my eyes open. Someone gave me tea and a blanket, but that wasn't helping me much.
The Doctor came closer to me, and sat by my side. He didn't have a blanket, but he looked as tired as I was. He was quite a mess, and I wondered if I looked the same as him.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Tired… Lost… Alone…" I answered, sighing. "So, you knew about Harry, right?" He nodded. "Since the beginning?"
"No. I first got suspicious at the way to Martha's place. He took the longest path. A driver should know there were at least two or three streets that he could have chose to get there quicker. Also, he was doing a phone call when we were at Boe's. I acted like I didn't care or noticed, so he thought he was off the hook, especially when I convinced you to let him follow us into the Black Market.
"So that was planned."
"I wondered what he wanted to do," he said, shrugging.
"You are a good actor, you know? Have you ever thought about it?" I asked.
"Not my thing…" he said, and I agreed. That was a pity, I would love to work with him again.
"So, what are you doing now?" he asked.
"I don't know… Looks like I lost my job and my husband on the same night. Lucky me..." I smiled, insincerely. In fact, I wanted to cry again. But even from crying I was tired.
"Donna, I'm so sorry," he placed a hand over mine, kindly.
I gulped, holding the tears. No more crying allowed! Not because of Lance. Instead, I hugged him.
"Thank you for everything Doctor. And I'm sorry if I was difficult."
"Well, you are paying me, so... " he said, and I looked up to him, scandalized. Did he have no sensibility? But he was just teasing me in the end, so I laughed.
"You know how to ruin the mood," I smiled.
The police passed through us with the Master, his hands were tied over his back. He smiled at us, winking.
"That guy is bonkers, but I'll really miss our little investigation team," I said, taking another sip from my cup.
"Really?" asked John.
"Yep. Except for this life-threatening part. I didn't like being almost killed, you know?" I said, winking. He laughed.
"I was thinking… Maybe you could work with me…" he said, the tip of his tongue touching the roof of his mouth. Was he tempting me?
"With you?"
"Well, earlier you said I needed a secretary, and you once were a secretary, so…"
"What you want is a maid to clean up your mess!"
"No! Nothing like that!. The thing is… I also liked working on a team today… And I wouldn't mind if you investigated with me…"
"Oh! So I would be like a detective too?" I asked, excited.
"I was thinking more like a plucky young girl who helps me…"
"I'll pluck you in a minute!" I said. The young girl part was nice, though.
"What about a companion, then?" he asked.
"Doctor, do you think I'll drop my successful career as an actress just to join you on all of that nonsense?"
His face dropped. Poor puppy! He was so excited in one moment, and so frustrated in the other. Looked like a boy who woke up to find a tangerine on Christmas morning. So easy to tease...
"Yeah… You are right…" he said, clearly disappointed.
"Because I will," I said, smiling.
"Wait, what?"
"Let's do this! Me and you! Let's solve crimes together! We just have to change the name. No way I'll answer for John Smith."
He laughed, back to his energetic self, and hugged me.
"Oy! Hands!" I said, also laughing.
"What about John Smith and associates?"
"What would that make me? An associate?"
"Well, yeah…"
"No way, José! We need a proper name, no John Smith!"
"Fine… We can think about that later. But, just to make sure, that's a yes, right?"
"Sometimes I wonder if you really are a detective. So slow…" I smiled, hooking my arm on his.
"Allons-y?" he said.
"Allon- what?"
"It's french, for let's go."
"Oh! Allons-y!"