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"Listen to me; it can't be the second one. Look, no one found his body because it was lost in the canal. Natural," Alex argued, keeping up with him. Instead of Luigi's or anywhere familiar, they were standing in the middle of a park. It was close to dawn and she had to be at work early to start working on the casefiles.

"They never found his body. Not even a trace. Even a washed away body would leave fabric traces, blood, skin possibly from rocks it met along the way." He paced, fiddling with the object and also working through bananas.

"It was 1980, not 2008. Not as many forensic breakthroughs." She had a cup of coffee and a muffin. "They also brought in people to search the entire canal. They would have noticed fabric and other items."

"Absolutely no trace. Not possible, not possible at all. He died in the middle of the city, not in the middle of the ocean." He ate a third banana just as the sun started peaking out over the clouds. "Okay, there are three of you. Who's the first to come back in time?"

"Sam Tyler, came back to 1973. Martin Summers was second. Apparently, he was here before me." She finished off the muffin and threw the wrapper away.

"When did you arrive?"

"1981."

"Is there anything connecting the three of you?"

"I was connected to Sam. Back in 2008, I debriefed him after he came out of his coma. He sent me tapes explaining what happened to him. I have never met Martin Summers and neither has Sam. I only know of him through a study of the Rose operation."

"None of you met each other. Even as kids? At any time in your life?" She shook her head. "Why you three?"

"Well, Sam Tyler never knew his father; my parents died in a car explosion. Maybe Summers was an orphan."

He paused at this. "Have you seen your parents?"

"Yes. What does that have to do with anything?"

"Did Sam Tyler meet his father?"

"It's possible. What are you driving at?"

"I don't think the man you met was Martin Summers. Sure, he may have looked like him, but it wasn't."

"That would explain why he was able to shoot himself. It wasn't him."

"I have a feeling only you and Tyler have some back in time. Summers doesn't match at all."

Alex nodded, listing the items she noticed. "Both kids, parents. How does Gene Hunt tie into all of this?" He looked at her. "Both of us have come into a team. Gene Hunt, Ray Carling, Chris Skelton." She checked the time on her watch. "I have fifteen minutes to get to work to deal with said three."

"Right, let's meet later. Know any good places?"

"Luigi's. What do I call you? We never introduced ourselves, just went straight into this."

"I'm the Doctor. No last name, no first name. Just the Doctor. And you are Alex Drake, Detective Inspector for the London Metropolis Police, divorced with one child. Molly says wake up soon. I hope we can do that."

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"About time you got in, Drake. Missed the trip down to the morgue," Gene greeted. "Our latest victim fought with the attacker. Knuckles were bruised, fingernails had skin underneath. Our attacker will be hurt, so when questioning people, find out if someone has a new bruise or scratch marks not explained." He walked over to the board with all the information.

"Ray, Chris, what did you find out from the families?" Alex asked.

Chris started, "One of the wives noticed a man walking around. Described him as a man in a suit, glasses. Couldn't give us a height or weight."

"Kids weren't better. One said he had brown hair," Ray mentioned.

"Chris, do you think the wife you talked to would be able to give a description to an artist?" Alex inquired.

"Possibly."

"Go back to the wife with a police artist. Try this afternoon, the memory will be stronger." Chris started calling someone on the phone at his desk.

"Okay Bolly, what did you get going through the files yesterday?" Gene questioned.

She brought around five, starting with the most likely and read, "Darian Hummer."

"Bastard killed his family and almost had his brothers if Sam hadn't figured it out. Still in jail."

"Not according to Manchester, released on humane reasons, terminal cancer. Steven Warren."

"He's out of jail? Thought it was a life sentence," Ray asked.

"He's been ordering those on the inside to get back at all of you for putting him in jail. He's tried several times. Tony Crane."

"Wasn't he the one that tried to kill you and the boss?" Chris asked.

"We got him in the asylum. Shouldn't be able to call anyone."

"They allowed him visitors a few years ago. They're re-looking at him for release."

"They won't go for it. Next two."

"Anthony Grace and Harold Cole."

"Partners in crime. Not a chance, they don't have the brains."

"Both were let out a few months ago, right before the beginning of the attacks."

Gene waited for a minute before continuing, "Right, Chris, after you're done with the wife, meet back here, all five of us are going back up to Manchester."

"Guv?" Ray questioned.

"Drake will deal with Hummer, play the sensitive side. Chris and Shaz can take the partners. You'll take Crane's asylum, don't talk to him, talk to those around him. I'll take Warren." They waited for him to say something else. "What are you waiting for? Chris, it's noon. Get over to the place. Ray, start calling people for our arrival. You two go pack," he pointed at Shaz and Alex.

"It shouldn't take us that long at Manchester, Hunt. We're only interviewing people."

"We're going up to old stomping grounds, Bolly. It's not going to be three hour trip."

"Three hour tour and what are you going to do when you're up there?" He didn't answer her, instead taking to the office and slamming the door.

"Come on, ma'am." Shaz had her purse and was waiting by the doors. Alex left after grabbing hers.

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She saw him inside Luigi's. He was having a midday special along with chocolate milk. That doesn't match. She walked inside before getting up into her apartment. "Doctor."

"Alex, I'd figure you would be at work by now," he said, looking up. "Chocolate milk made with powder and syrup, most people don't think of that."

She sat down, but waved off Luigi. "I haven't got much time. We're going up to Manchester, to check up on people connected to Sam Tyler."

"The serial killer."

"Have you had any though on who could possibly be the second person?"

"No, but there was something when I was programming your traces out of the machine. The second trace is very small here, one or two visits at most. The second person isn't here."

"You miscalculated."

"Or Martin Summers did come back in time and I'm mixing him up with this other person."

"Well, Doctor, what do you think?"

"I think this all leads back to Manchester."

I know, predictable. I did say this was a Ashes to Ashes/Doctor Who/Life On Mars crossover. Please review.