James heard Rose's feet padding across the hardwood floor as he stirred the sauce. He was hoping she would take a little longer. He wanted everything to be done and the table set before she finished her bath.

"What are you up to?" she asked suspicion evident in her voice.

"Dinner," he said, without turning around.

He knew she was still struggling with everything she'd learned, not only about the baby, but about herself as well. So, he came home from work early intent on proving that he meant what he said when he told her he'd be there for her and the baby. He didn't want her to feel like she was alone in this because she wasn't.

Feet padded through the kitchen changing from the soft thud of hardwood to the sharper slap on linoleum. He could feel her behind him as she looked at the boiling and simmering pots on the stove.

"Dinner?" Still with the suspicion.

"Dinner."

"But you can't cook."

"Never said I couldn't cook."

He could feel her thinking. Mulling over his answer, but he knew she couldn't find any fault with it because he never said he couldn't cook. He might have led her to believe that because, well, she was so domestic and back when he was a Time Lord he always made sure she believed he didn't do domestic. It was part of that wall that kept her on one side and him on the other. Of course she never knew his wall was just as weak as a line in the sand when it came to her, which is how she crossed it so easily after Mickey stayed in the parallel universe. The universe they were left in. Not only had she lost Mickey, but she felt as if she'd lost her dad all over again when parallel Pete walked away from her and even though the other Jackie wasn't her mum, not her real mum, finding out that she'd been converted into a Cyberman was more than she could take. She'd been so alone and he had been alone for too long. If it had been anyone else, but Rose he could've kept control of himself, but she was crying and he was holding her…

A punch to his shoulder brought him out of his thoughts.

"Oi, what was that for?" he asked, nearly dropping the spoon in the sauce.

He turned around.

"That was for all those times I had to make dinner."

"Oh," he said, running a hand through his hair, grateful he hadn't used the one with the spoon in it as he realized he was still holding it. "I…uh…I thought you liked cooking me dinner."

"That's not the point."

"Well, I…um…" He glanced at her and realized she was smiling, which made him smile because she was teasing him. Teasing is definitely good. "Oh, you."

"So, what are you making? I'm starving."

"Salmon, butter sauce, and squash."

"Squash?" she asked, crinkling her nose.

"It's good for the baby."

He could tell from the look on her face that she wasn't at all enthused about any of the aforementioned foods, but he was prepared for that.

"And since I know you'll eat all the healthy stuff, because that's the type of mum I know you'll be, I've made chips too."

"Chips!" she exclaimed, nearly bouncing on her heels.

He laughed.

"Do you think I'd make dinner for Rose Tyler and forget the chips? I've already been slapped by your mum once."

She suddenly stopped and looked at him, making James wonder if he said something wrong. Then she broke out in that oh so Rose smile, which made him smile back.

"Mum. I'm going to be a mum."

Her smile faltered as worry crossed her eyes and he wanted nothing more than to banish that look forever so, without thinking, he pulled her into a hug.

"You are going to be the best mum in the universe. Do you know why?"

"Why?" she asked, returning his hug, which made his smile broaden.

"Because you are Rose Tyler and Rose Tyler is the best at everything."

He had to release her a moment later because the sauce was starting to boil and it wasn't supposed to. He put her to work setting the table as he finished up dinner. He was glad she was starting to forgive him because in a few months they would be a family. He would, of course, have to explain everything to Rose once things smoothed over between them, but he knew she would understand, after all she was brilliant and no one could argue with genetics.

Dr. Andrews pulled the small recording device out of his pocket and fidgeted with it nervously as he waited in the parking garage. He hated meeting her people like this. He knew she wouldn't chance anywhere that wasn't safe, but he was always worried that someone at Torchwood might catch on.

He wasn't entirely sure what was going on with that girl and her baby. He didn't believe the story James told him about an absent father. Plus, there was Director Tyler to consider. He was trying to pass the girl off as his daughter and the whole reason Alexis had become suspicious in the first place was because the girl seemed to appear out of nowhere, which meant that she couldn't be Director Tyler's daughter because as far as they could find she didn't exist before a few years ago. Therefore, the Director had to be in on whatever was going on.

He could take a sample of her DNA later and run an analysis. He was pretty sure she was a clone of some sort. Maybe something went wrong with the cloning process and that's why her DNA was so strange. The Director might have used his own DNA, which would make her his daughter in a way, but he wasn't sure whether the child growing inside of her was intentional or not. He suspected it was. The story James gave him about time energy didn't seem right. Perhaps she was some experiment between the Director and James. They were close.

He wouldn't have a lot of time left at Torchwood. He knew Alexis wanted to move on the girl, but he could collect samples before he cleared out and look around James' lab for any information about his experiment.

He heard movement to his right and turned in time to hear the sound of a gunshot.

Alec fired the shot, smiling in satisfaction as the bullet hit its mark. A bewildering look of surprise froze on Dr. Andrews face as his body slumped to the concrete. One job down and one to go. He slipped the gun into the back of his waistband, making sure that his light jacket concealed it. Then he made his way down to the second floor where he parked his black truck.

Alexis had faxed him the address along with pictures of the couple. He'd already driven to their flat and walked around the outside, taking into account any possible exits. He counted four windows. Three could be used as exits, the fourth was much too small and he assumed it was for a bathroom. There was a balcony with a thick pipe nearby that ran the length of the posh building. Usually he wouldn't think twice about it, but luckily he'd run his own check on the couple. They both worked for Torchwood. The bloke was some sort of scientist, very posh. The girl on the other hand had gone on a lot of mission, not so many lately, but up until a few months ago she'd been on at least one mission a week, if not more. Near misses too. Very dangerous, but she always managed to make it out.

He climbed into his truck and shut the door, glancing at her picture in the passenger seat before he started the engine. He wished Alexis wanted the bloke instead of her. Alec would've liked to keep her around for a few days. Of course he'd have to kill her in the end. That is what Alexis hired him for, but those couple days would've been some fun.

He turned right as he headed out of the parking garage. He needed to pick up a few things at his flat before he paid the couple a visit. He wanted to make sure he was ready for any surprises the girl might through at him.

Pete swirled the drink in his hand. Jacks was putting Tony to bed and in her absence his mind turned back to the problem that he'd been trying to sort out for the past two weeks. There was a mole at Torchwood and so far he hadn't been able to figure out who it was. It had to be someone with access to the visitors or their files, which narrowed it down to about fifty employees. A few of the visitors he'd given asylum to vanished without a trace and the others were keeping tight lipped. He had to find out who it was and soon, before something happened to any more of them.

The phone in his pocket rang, bringing him out of his thoughts. He pulled it out and answered.

"Hello?" he asked.

"Director Tyler, there's been an incident," said the gruff voice of Captain Mason, who headed the taskforce.

"What sort of incident?"

"Dr. Andrews was found shot in the parking garage at the Chambers Hotel about a half hour ago. I've taken jurisdiction over the incident."

"Do you know what he was doing there?"

"He wasn't checked in and after a search of his car we weren't able to locate any luggage."

"Sounds like he might've been meeting someone."

"That's a possibility. We found a handheld recording device under his body, but it was badly damaged."

"A recording device?" Pete mused. "Send it to the lab and let them know I'm on my way."

"Will do."

Pete hung up and returned his phone to his pocket. He knew Jacks wouldn't be happy with him leaving this late, but he wanted to know what was on that recording device. If Dr. Andrews was the mole then he'd rather find out sooner so he could have the doctor's office searched.

Rose popped another chip in her mouth, trying to figure out how James managed to make them taste exactly like the ones in her favorite shop back home. Her home in the other universe, before everything went wrong.

"Are you sure you don't want me to help with the dishes?" she asked, as he began scrubbing the pots.

"No, you just sit there and enjoy your chips," he said, throwing her a smile over his shoulder.

"I am. They're gorgeous."

"So, we're on for Friday?"

"Yeah," she said, trying not to let her mood darken.

She hadn't told her parents about the baby yet and, honestly, she wasn't looking forward to it. Not because she wasn't happy about it. She was, happy about it, but she didn't look forward to the way her mum was going to react.

She knew her mum wasn't going to be impressed when she found out her grandchild was a Time Lord and then there was the whole time energy thing and the fact that Rose wasn't entirely human anymore. James suggested they go over together, have dinner with her parents, and then tell them, which is what they planned to do Friday evening.

"I-" But she never found out what he was going to say because in the next moment he stumbled forward, dropping the pan with a loud clatter into the sink, grabbing onto the counter with one hand while reaching toward his back with the other.

"James!" Rose yelled, standing up to run to him.

Strong hands seized her from behind. She screamed, kicking at whoever held her. One arm wrapped around her chest, pinning her arms to her sides. She thrashed around, trying to get her attacker to let go of her. Then she felt a cloth covering her mouth and nose. There was a strong odor coming from it and in the next moment her eyelids grew heavy. Doctor! The name exploded in her mind, but it couldn't keep her body from succumbing to the effects of whatever was on the cloth. The room swam and then the darkness took her.

"Director Tyler, I was able to recover some of the recording," Casey, a young tech called out.

Pete turned from the conversation he was in and walked over to Casey's desk. Pete arrived at Torchwood almost any hour ago and he'd been waiting, impatiently, to find out what was on the hand-held recording device they recovered with Dr. Andrews' body.

"Let's hear it," Pete said.

Casey pressed a button. Wavy lines flitted across the screen accompanied by a voice.

"I'm half-Time Lord."

The recording stopped, but Pete's mind kept turning. James? What the hell was Dr. Andrews doing with a recording of James' voice?

"Why did it stop?" Pete asked.

"That's all I've managed to repair. The rest of the recording is too damaged."

Dr. Andrews had a recording of James' voice. What did that mean? Why would he even have it? If he was spying…on visitors and James was…not a visitor, but if the doctor knew James wasn't human, which he obviously did then… He thought about all the visitors who had gone missing. No!

"Captain Mason," Pete called, turning away from Casey's desk. "You and your team with me."

Mason fell into step behind Pete as he crossed the room and headed out the door. Six other men trailed them. Pete didn't pay any attention to them. He was thinking about the danger that James and Rose were in.

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