"Two men exiting the building," a man dressed in a black hoodie muttered as he observed from across the street from Skaro, eyes trained at the entrance as he waited for his target to come out. He brought the burning cigarette to his lips, pretending to mind his own business.

"He's going to come out soon," Dave commented via the earpiece. "Move to the left a bit."

The man shifted to his left so that the camera hidden on one of the holes of the hoodie strings could get a clearer feed. "Positive ID on the target," he muttered as Davros' figure came into view.

While the picture wasn't of the highest quality, they could certainly make out that it was him.

"Pink, Radford," Dave called.

"Standing by, boss," Danny replied through the earpiece.

Dave waited for a few moments before he ordered his two men to follow the vehicle.

Danny followed the vehicle for about a half an hour before passing through the open gates of a building. The drive stopped on the side of the road, keeping some distance so as to avoid being detected by a security camera next to the gate.

"What's the name of the street?" Dave asked as he stared at his phone.

"Nation Street, sir."

That was the exact name written on the screen from the intel Henry provided. "Head back to the club."

"No, that won't be necessary, Aunt Vastra," Clara said quietly as she glanced at her sleeping husband. "I'm safe where I am right now, so there's nothing for you to worry about."

"I could contact a former colleague of mine at MI5 and have him sent whatever intel we have on Davros."

She considered her aunt's offer. On one hand, the intel would speed up the search for Davros, but on the other, she wasn't so sure if John would appreciate meddling from MI5. "That's something I have to discuss with John first."

"I understand, do let me know if he wants to take up the offer."

Clara nodded. "Thank you, Aunt Vastra."

"Anything for my beloved niece."

She hung up just as her husband woke up. "Who was that?" he groaned, rolling to his side to shield his face away from the sunlight. He reached for his watch from the bedside table and squinted his eyes to read the time.

"You overslept."

"Fuck," he muttered, pulling the covers away before his wife stopped him and stood in front of him.

"I texted Dylan and told him you weren't coming to work today," she stated. "They all agreed, including Kate, that you should rest."

He blinked several times to shake off the drowsiness. "I have to go to work, Clara," he argued.

"You were involved in a shooting."

"This isn't the first time I've been shot at and it won't be the last."

It was thought that she didn't find pleasing at all, but she knew who she married. She sat next to him. "No, but you and I are staying here and… we'll finally have that talk that's long overdue – I'm sure you still have a lot of questions for me."

They talked until the very early hours of the morning the previous night. It was mostly her who came clean to him about everything from who her personal bodyguard was to the precautions her father had her taken prior to the wedding.

He sighed in defeat. "Ok," he agreed before a thought crossed his mind. "How are you this morning?" he inquired. "Have you had anything to eat?"

Clara nodded to the plate of leftovers from last night. "I finally had the appetite to eat the croissant."

"That's not enough."

She flashed him a smile. "Which is why we're going to have breakfast together."

"Do you always get what you want, Clara Smith?" he asked with a hint of a smile on his lips.

"Sometimes," she answered with a twinkle in her eyes.

He stared at her with tired eyes before climbing out of bed and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "I'll ask Isaac to bring us some food."

"Do you think he'll show up?" Aidan questioned as he looked away from the computer screen after spending two hours viewing the CCTV footage.

"I doubt it since I'm sure Clara wouldn't let him in the first place," Rena commented as she was perusing a file. There were several boxes on her desk, all of which were related to drug-related offences.

Dylan remained silent as he thought of the previous day's incident. It was scary how Clara could have been shot had she been in the wrong place at the wrong time. She was so close to being killed and it horrified him. There was nothing more he wanted to do than to kill Davros.

"I already have a plan prepared in case that prawn tries anything," Donna revealed.

"Nag him?" Aidan retorted.

Donna smirked. "Call his wife, duh."

At that very moment, Dylan's phone beeped, and he immediately checked his notifications. It was no other than his superior asking about any updates on the case. "Bloody hell."

"I knew it!" Donna exclaimed. "Oh, he's getting an earful, alright."

"Or you know, we could just ignore the text," Dylan suggested.

Donna rolled her eyes. "And do you honestly think that'll work?" she said sarcastically. "No, he's going to keep bothering you till he gets what he wants."

As if on cue, another message popped up. "Keep me posted," Dylan read.

She then grabbed her smartphone and began typing away.

"There."

"He's not going to be happy about this," Rena commented.

"He deserves it for refusing to take the day off," Donna explained. "He was shot at and all he can think about is work when his poor wife is traumatised."

By the time Donna's text reached Clara, she was busy changing the gauze on her husband's arm which had a red tint to it. "Are you sure you don't want me to call one of the sergeants to help because I'm no expert at this?"

He grimaced at the suggestion as he rolled up the sleeve of his t-shirt. "I'd rather you help – it's just wrapping it around my arm."

"Don't blame me if I get sick," she muttered jokingly as she carefully removed the gauze and setting it into a bag.

John raised an eyebrow. "Since when do you get sick at the sight of blood?"

"Oh, you never know what the pregnancy's doing to my hormones," she told him lightly and was relieved to see that the wound wasn't as bad as she remembered it to be. "Also, I think you're just using this as an excuse to receive some TLC."

John looked the other way and said nothing, having been caught red-handed by his wife. "I hate physical contact with most people."

"Yep, I know," she murmured. There was silence between them as she began to work.

"How much does your father know about Davros?"

She looked up before her gaze returned to his arm. "As much as you do," she replied. "Or at least that's what he told me before yesterday."

John said nothing as he observed her.

"Aunt Vastra offered to send MI5 intel."

John pursed his lips. The last thing he needs is another organization being involved in the mess. "I'd rather we look at other options first."

"Davros is a powerful man," Clara said as she finished her task. "Do you think there's enough evidence to bring him down?"

Her husband was silent for quite a while, thinking, pondering. "I don't know," he confessed. "There's just very little information on him that it's difficult to say."

Once she put the gauze away, Clara reached for her phone on the bed and had both eyebrows raised reading the message. "Someone snitched on you."

"Of course," John growled.

"Tell that prawn to stop thinking about work. Hell, give him hell if he so much as thinks about being here," Clara read out loud.

"Donna."

"Who else?"

"All I did was ask Dylan to keep me updated with any new leads," John defended. "That doesn't count as work."

She shrugged. "It does."

Just as he was about to argue, her phone rang. It was none other than her father.

The couple exchanged looks before John got to his feet. "I'm just going to check up on the two officers."

Clara answered the call just as her husband shut the door.

He started off by bombarding her with the usual questions – whether she was fine or not or if she didn't feel comfortable living in the safe house. Just her father being overprotective and paranoid.

"I'm glad to hear that," Dave sighed.

"I told John about you, my past," she told him. "Everything."

Dave paused for a brief moment. "Right, I suppose there's no point covering things up now."

"All he wants for now is to bring Davros in."

"I can help with that," her father revealed. "I managed to obtain intel on Davros."

To say that she was surprised that her father managed to get such a thing within a short amount of time is shocking.

"His real name is Michael Bleach – was arrested at the age of 17, some thirty-five years ago, for hacking into several banks but he wasn't charged since they managed to get to him before he could sell the data and of course, he had top lawyers to defend him."

"Where does the drug business come in then?"

"He went to Cambridge, graduated and worked with top firms before opening one of his own – specialises in robotics and cybersecurity, so I'm guessing it came from greed and boredom."

"Could you share this with John?"

Dave hesitated for a second. "I suppose I could send it anonymously."

"Thank you, dad," she murmured. "It will greatly help the investigation."

Another five minutes went by before the call ended and Clara stared at the smartphone in her hands before planting her feet on the ground and headed for the door.

She nearly stumbled into her husband who had just reached the top of the stairs.

His eyebrows were knitted together as he tried to assess her facial expression. "I'm not sure what to expect."

She pulled him into the room before shutting the door securely to prevent other people from overhearing them.

"Dad is going to give you everything he has on Davros," Clara told John.

"Right, how do I get it?"

"He said he'll send it to you anonymously, not entirely sure what he meant by that, but you should expect something tomorrow at work."

Her husband nodded in acknowledgement. "Did you tell him about your pregnancy?"

She shook her head. "No, I… I don't think it's the right time and besides, I'm pretty sure he's going to be even more worried and paranoid if he found out."

John wished that things could go back to normal, that they were back in their home and not having to worry about their lives being threatened. "I promise you I'll get him."

His wife wrapped her arms around him and hid her face in his chest. "I know you will."

He kissed the top of her head and held her protectively. Davros is going to receive hell.