"What are you doing here?" John inquired when he spotted Dylan walking into the safe house.

The DCI shrugged. "Just wanted to make sure that Clara's ok," he said quietly. He looked around and spotted several constables gathering evidence.

"What about Wilson?"

"I got what I wanted and left him to Rena and Aidan," Dylan stated before lowering his voice. "Davros was planning to kidnap Clara and use her to get the factions."

John tensed and curled his hands into fists.

"He also knows about the pregnancy."

At the mention of this, the DCS shot his colleague a look. "This is to between us only."

"Understood."

John hid his hands in the pocket of his trousers. "We're moving back to my house," he revealed. "I want Rena and Aidan at my home once they are done with Wilson."

Dylan raised an eyebrow, sceptical over the decision to return to their house. "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes, and I'll have constables guarding the area," John continued. The couple had considered using Vastra's home as a safehouse for Clara after she had offered, but they agreed to stick to their original plan since there would be a large police presence. "The only people who are allowed inside are the ones who I trust."

The DCI nodded. "The boss wants his people to be on guard duty too."

John pursed his lips.

"The boss isn't exactly happy that someone on the inside tried to harm Clara."

"Fine," he agreed.

Dylan smirked. "You don't get a say in this."

"Hardly a surprise."

After dropping off Clara and making sure that she would be fine for the next few hours, the DCS made his way back to Scotland Yard after receiving a phone call from his superior. From the tone of her voice, it sounded urgent.

"I know you want to be by your wife's side right now, but I've just received news from Pentonville," Kate explained calmly. "Brooks is dead."

He had been in the force for what, 25 years, so such news shouldn't surprise him at all, but it did. "How-"

"Got into a fight during lunchtime and was stabbed in the abdomen."

"Kate, we have to arrest him."

The commander shook her head. "Unless you have something that can pin him to any of the crimes he's committed then we can't do much and he knows this."

"You can't just expect to sit around and do nothing!" John argued, temper rising. "He tried to kidnap my wife and he tried to shoot her before that!"

Kate remained calm before pulling a drawer open and tossing a yellow file onto the desk. "Was he trying to harm DCS Smith's wife or Dave Oswald's daughter?"

"Davros?"

"Dropped it off on my desk this morning."

John wondered what it meant now. How will this affect Clara? Was his job on the line? Is he off the case?

"I'm willing to put a blind eye on this if you can bring Davros in," Kate told him. "I don't care much whether you're associated with organised crime or not and I doubt you are," she continued. "I think we can all agree that we want this nightmare to be over."

Fair enough. It was certainly better than having his wife being more involved in this mess. John stood up.

"The home secretary is breathing down my neck, so I expect some development to be made in 48 hours."

It was an impossible task, but John fought the urge to give a snarky comment, preferring to keep the peace. Kate was kind enough to look past this and he should be grateful. "I'll see what I can do."

"I don't quite know what Dave's up to, but he just doesn't seem to be himself as of late, especially after this," Dylan said to Clara as they sat in the kitchen.

"Even I can't take a guess," she confessed. "But I spoke to him and he kept assuring me that Davros won't be bothering us ever again."

The DCI had a gut feeling. One that he didn't like at all. "You don't think-"

Clara shook her head. "No, he's not the type to kill people, no matter how much he hates them."

"But this is different."

To be completely honest, even she wasn't entirely sure of her father now. "It's understandable that he's worried," she began.

"Right," Dylan sighed before changing the topic of their conversation. "I know this is going to sound a bit extreme with three police cars out there, but Pink and a few men are in the house at the back."

The schoolteacher raised her eyebrows. "How did you manage to vacate the house?" she asked. "I think a group of students live there."

He shrugged. "Told them we needed the house to shoot a film and made sure the landlord kept his mouth shut," he explained. "They stopped complaining after we helped them move to a nice flat."

"Yeah, this is definitely not overkilling it," she said sarcastically as she was handed a dumbphone.

"You know how to contact us if you need help."

She shut her eyes and shook her head. "I feel like I'm under house arrest," she sighed. She wasn't complaining over her current predicament but between the shooting and nearly getting kidnapped, Clara just wanted to disappear with John and leave behind their troubles.

The DCI got to his feet and went to the sink to wash the mug he held. "I know the situation isn't exactly ideal, but we're working as fast as we can to put an end to this."

"I know and I appreciate it."

Dylan checked the time. Rena and Aidan would be here any minute now since his shift was almost over.

"Just make yourself at home," Clara said to both Rena and Aidan who were seated in the living room, laptops open on the coffee table. "Plenty of snacks in the fridge and cupboard since John has a sweet tooth and the bathroom is down the hall to your left."

The two police officers were still getting used to the idea that they were working from their boss' home and nodded awkwardly. "Thank you, Clara."

"If you need me, I'll be upstairs," the schoolteacher told them as she disappeared up the staircase.

Once she was sure she was alone, Clara unlocked her phone and checked her messages. There was a text from her father.

'Is John home yet? I need to speak to him.'

Clara decided to wait for John to return home before contacting her father and the moment he did, she immediately took him to their room. "Dad wants to speak to you."

Her husband arched a brow. "Did he mention why?"

She shook her head before handing him the mobile device. "He sent me a text and that was it, but I have a feeling it's urgent."

John loosened the top button of his shirt before pressing call on the screen. A few seconds later, his father-in-law answered.

Clara couldn't quite tell what both men were talking about on the phone. She knew it was about Davros since his name was mentioned. Her father did most of the talking and John was just listening most of the time, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

Once the call was over, she got straight to making her husband tell her everything. "He says that Davros will be receiving a lorry of cocaine tomorrow night," he told her.

Her eyes darted all over his face, waiting for him to continue.

"He wants to ambush him."

"Can't you jump in and arrest Davros before that happens?"

"That's what I thought too until he said that he needs to settle a personal matter with Davros before I can show up."

Clara bit her lower lip. "I have a bad feeling about this," she murmured. "Dylan said that he's been behaving strangely."

"He doesn't know you're pregnant, right?"

"No, no," the schoolteacher confirmed. There was a pregnant pause. "Though, I suppose it's always possible he could have found out another way."

The DCS massaged his temple and ran a hand over his hair. "I bet Dylan knows where the meeting will take place."

"I'm sure I can convince him to give me the details," she said before a thought struck her. "What happens if you manage to stop him?"

John sat down on the edge of the mattress as he was sure his legs were about to give up on him at any moment. "What do you mean?" he asked. "Will I arrest them?"

His wife nodded.

"Yes," he answered. "I will have to arrest them by law."

She was about to bombard him more questions when he continued.

"Being charged is an entirely different matter and if your Dave plays his cards right and has a good lawyer, he won't be."

Clara stared at her folded hands. If she was sure of one thing, it's that John would have to play by her father's rule if he wants to put this matter to rest and that meant he would have to come alone, something she doesn't agree with at all.

While her task sounded easy, the actual process of obtaining said information wasn't. Dylan was adamant not to reveal anything when he dropped by for his shift that morning.

"Clara, I'm under strict order not to say anything relating to the plan and besides, I won't be there."

"I have a right to know what he's up to," she pointed out. "This concerns me as much as it does to him."

The DCI pursed his lips. "I'm sorry, but I can't."

"He's going to do something stupid and you know it."

He avoided her gaze and brought the cup of coffee to his lips.

"John wants to help-"

"He will once Davros is dealt with."

Clara crossed her arms. "Are you seriously going to let him walk into the lion's den?"

Dylan shook his head. Bloody English teacher. "Don't be dramatic, Clara, and Davros doesn't know he's going to show up."

"Even so, do you honestly think he doesn't have men of his own?" she continued. "What if it ends badly for both sides?"

He stared at the floor.

"Dad doesn't always think clearly when he's paranoid."

Both knew she was getting closer to him revealing the plan.

"Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have you as the boss," Dylan chuckled. "You've got the potential to be one."

Clara leaned back against the chair. "As good as I am at bossing people around, I'd rather stick to working as an English teacher."

The DCI sighed in defeat. "Warehouse in Gravesend," he revealed. "That's where the meeting is going to take place – at nine."

"Do you know exactly where it is?"

He nodded. "You'll take John to the meeting."

"This is insane," the detective muttered. "What's he going to do when he gets there?"

Clara wasn't sure either, but she hopes her husband has a plan and it was a good enough reason for her to follow them as well, not that she'll tell them. For now.