Fortunately, Stella never had to answer that question, because a car door slammed on the street behind them. All three CSIs turned around to see a familiar face approaching them.

"Peyton?!" Mac exclaimed. "What in the hell are you doing here?"

"I was simply dropping off a few things that belonged to the lab that I accidentally packed with me, when I heard that Lindsay had passed on," Peyton stated, saying it as though she was already bored with the conversation. "I immediately drove here to see if I could be of any assistance and, well, here I am."

"Well this complicates things. That dark hair and pen we found could be from either of them," Danny said, almost too harshly.

"Danny. How about you run this evidence back to the lab and process it with Hawkes?" Mac ordered.

"What about these two?" Danny asked.

It was at that moment that a cop car rolled up and Flack jumped out. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he yelled. "Traffic was a total bitch to me."

"Well, Flack…Lindsay is dead," Mac said solemnly.

Danny rolled his eyes, muttering loudly under his breath about how Stella and Peyton were the prime suspects and went to his car, speeding off to the lab.

"We'd better do the same. Take them in for interrogation," Mac said to Flack.

Flack nodded and grabbed Peyton's arm, leading her away, while Mac did the same with Stella. With that, the park was empty. Well...that is, almost empty. Only two people remained. Two people and one blue telephone box.


The Doctor frowned and stared straight ahead. He had no idea how he was going to solve this. He could use the TARDIS, but it'd be too much of a risk in that one of the CSIs could see it and compromise their disguise. Plus, they'd have no way of getting Lindsay inside. The Doctor was just beginning to give up his hopes of ever accomplishing this plan, when an idea came to him.

"I've got it!" he exclaimed happily.

"What's the plan, Doctor?" Rose asked.

"Stash the body in one of the deeper rooms of the TARDIS and then make our way to the lab. When we get there, we can get into one of the coroner's vans for a gurney and a sheet to cover the gurney. After we get those, you lie completely still under the sheet as I wheel it into autopsy. Once in autopsy, we dilly-dally for a while and then tell the CSIs the results we just found out now," he said with a smile.

"What if the CSIs come in early?" Rose thought out loud.

"We hope they're blind enough to not notice!" the Doctor exclaimed excitedly.

"I'm game," Rose said with a smile.

"Good. Let's do this."


Danny was simply exhausted. This entire day has been an emotional breakdown for him and he wasn't sure if he could take much more. But God knew he wasn't going to give up. He wanted to bring Lindsay some justice. His friend. His lover. His almost wife. He sighed as he remembered the engagement ring he had in his locker, under a change of clothing.

"If only I wasn't such an idiot. Why did I have to delay it? Why today? Why not yesterday?" He sat on the bench in the locker room and put his head in his hands. It just simply wasn't fair. And that's exactly why he felt he needed to do something.

Danny decided he'd start with the autopsy.


Thirty minutes after their little brainstorming session, the Doctor was pushing the gurney into autopsy.

"So far, so good, Rose," the Doctor started. "Let's just hope no one comes in now."

Rose and the Doctor sat in the autopsy room for another fifteen minutes, watching the minutes slowly tick away.

"This is so boring," Rose whined.

"Shhh...we don't want to blow our cover now," the Doctor said sternly.

"Fine," Rose huffed, with an obvious pouty tone to her voice.

Finally, nearly an hour after their initial brainstorming session, the Doctor decided it was time to inform the CSIs of what was happening. He slowly made his way to the doors of the autopsy room.

And once he got there, he ran right into Danny.


"What the-" Danny said, very surprised at what he saw.

The Doctor grew wide eyed. "What?"

"Your clothes. You're not dressed properly at all to do an autopsy. Highly unprofessional." Danny said, disapprovingly. "We definitely do not need this case to be the one you screw up."

"Oh!" The Doctor said, understanding. "That's easily explained. I finished my autopsy a bit ago and changed into my regular clothes so I wasn't walking around like that." He smiled. "Let's go talk about what I found out there."

The Doctor led Danny back into the main lab area, quite relieved that everything went off without a hitch.


Once the Doctor had left, Rose popped up off of the autopsy table.

"Thank God I'm out of there. It was stifling," Rose said. She looked around and sighed. "I'm talking to myself. How insane am I?"

She quietly snuck out of the autopsy room and went to busy herself elsewhere. This elsewhere of hers ended up being Stella's interrogation. When she stepped into the observation room, she noticed a black man there. He smiled at her and extended his hand.

"Hello ma'am. I'm Sheldon Hawkes."

"Rose. Rose Tyler. Pleasure to meet you."

"You too Rose." Hawkes said, with a warm smile. "No offense intended, but...are you okay to be in here?"

"Oh! Yeah. I'm a coroner's assistant. Slow day. Trying to make myself useful." Rose said with a smile.

"Ah! Alright. It looks like Flack is about to start questioning Stella." Hawkes said and turned his attention to Flack taking his seat across from Stella.


At the same time, Danny and the Doctor were filing into a separate observation room.

"Do you mind me being in here?" the Doctor asked Danny.

"No. It's fine. Just don't get too chatty," Danny said.

"Of course not," the Doctor said, diverting his attention back to the scene in front of him. Mac was getting situated directly across from Peyton and was about to begin his interview.