D: I don't any of these shows.

I'm sorry for the delay. The muses ran away. I also don't know the proper Gene Hunt breakfast or whether they had complementary breakfasts at that time.

Thank you all for the multiple responses.

Alex didn't get up until Shaz brought coffee to the room. She happily accepted a cup while she started to get herself together. The boys wouldn't wake up until Alex was pounding on their door. Chris had his head poking out of a blanket on the floor and Ray was lying on the couch. Gene had the bed. He was the one that answered, wearing briefs. He grumbled a bit at the girls being ready before him before slamming the door.

Chris was the last one down, grabbing a doughnut before joining the rest. "Right, now that all of us are here. Plan of attack's the same. Drake's going over to Hummer's flat. Skelton and Granger have the bumbling duo. Ray, still have Crane's hospital. No talking to Crane at all." All of them set about eating until Gene was done, which consisted of several eggs and hash mounds.

Right as Alex was ending, someone came in with two notes, one for her and one for Gene. She read it quickly before their eyes. "Hummer died last night. Succumbed to the cancer."

"Another murder last night. Victim was Sam Thalen, thirty-five. Wife with a son on the way."

"Couldn't be Hummer then, died," Ray chimed in.

"He still could have someone working for him," Alex responded. All of them started to throw items away and were gathering when the Doctor walked in. Alex couldn't decide between glaring and staring in shock. What is he doing?

"Oh hello, I don't believe we've been introduced. Doctor John Smith," he presented, holding out his hand for someone to shake.

Chris and Shaz were the first ones up. Chris stood in front of Shaz. "DC Skelton." He gingerly took his hand.

"WPC Granger."

Gene moved forward, grabbing his arm and pulling him away. "Who the bloody 'ell are you and what are you doing here?"

"I told you, Doctor Smith. And I'm not saying anything else unless you stop manhandling me."

"Right, tell me what I want to know."

The Doctor rolled his eyes. "No." Gene delivered one fist to the stomach. The Doctor clutched his stomach. "Oi! What did I do?" He caught the other that headed to his head. He held on to it as he went on. "I came here on good will and wanting to help Alex get back to her daughter. I also know about your serial killer." He let go just as Gene was pulling out, allowing him to fall back. He turned to Alex. "Your killer isn't any of your suspects."

"And how would you know? Got a magic ball?" Ray sneered.

The Doctor looked over at him. "No, I examined your last victim. He had traces of Yasimunmum, native to Hhavarid and its moons. Not native to earth and won't be introduced for another three hundred years." He stepped closer. "Your killer's not human. Possibly a shape-shifter or someone in a human suit."

"Human suit?"

"Slitheen, nasty little group, they've been hiding in human skins. Recently learned that they mastered thin humans also." All of them were looking at him with some disbelief.

Alex decided to share her bit of information also. "Keats is in town. He followed us. Introduced himself as Jim Morgan when he talked to a porter."

Gene glared at her, "You didn't think to tell me this last night?"

"I have no reason to suspect him."

"Maybe we should suspect him," Chris piped up. Both of them looked at him. "He matched the sketch that we got from the victim's wife."

"Didn't we discredit that due to the sketch being too vague?"

"It would make sense if she couldn't see him that well. He blends into the background."

"Who is this Keats fellow?" the Doctor asked.

"He's investigating the team."

"Why?"

"Gene accidentally shot me. There was an internal investigation."

"Is an internal investigation. Bloody bastard hasn't stopped."

The Doctor took a moment, looking around at them. Then, his attention was taken by something making noise in his coat. He fumbled through the pockets for a moment before bringing out a mixture of box with a screen and several buttons and making sounds of a service bell and a church bell. He quickly read the screen and started scanning it around everyone. He had moderate noise from Ray and Chris, little noise from Shaz. Gene caused the machine to go crazy, causing the Doctor to mute the item. "You're covered!"

"What the 'ell you talking about?"

"Covered in what?" Alex asked.

"They're very close to Rift particles. However, they also share Time characteristics." He muttered while still scanning. Gene was about to hit him again before Alex glared at him. He put his arm down and instead glared at the Doctor. "There's certain particles that a Time Agent used to make sure someone caught on to an item that he then sold, when he didn't wave it in front of the person. You're covered in them. It attracts people that are influenced by time. Alex and Sam would have been flies that were drawn to you."

"Drake!"

"Oi, pipe down. You've got a gob on you. Almost reminds me of ..." He shook off the thought. "You're right now a magnet for people that able to astrally project themselves through time. That's why you had Sam and why you have Alex. Not to mention if these three stay around you, they'll become magnets themselves."

Everyone was silent for a few moments. Chris had sat down after they started talking about Sam. Shaz sat next to him and calmly held his hand. Ray had gone back for another cup of coffee. Alex didn't know what she should do, so Gene took over the conversation. "Our killer, can you find him?"

"Yep. In fact," he rocked on his heels, "he's linked with you two," aiming the last bit at Alex.

"Us?"

"Whoever this person is, they are also in the same building that I tracked the second person in."

The Night Before

He knew why they were there. Tracking dead leads that would lead to nowhere. He made sure of it. Of course he made sure of it. Didn't want Hunt and his crew catching on. He was suspicious of the man he saw around here. Pinstriped suits weren't in at the moment, and the converse tipped him off. A time-traveler. He could ruin my plans!

He then took a hold of himself. He recently had another victim and couldn't afford to lose it so soon. People would have been catching on quickly. Instead, he took it out on his victim. Not like what he did at the beginning, when he tortured him. He smiled at the thoughts that rouse in his head, and then he had to stop himself before going deeper and becoming uncomfortable.

He took off his outer coat and the suit coat before sitting down with a glass of chardonnay and the bottle close by. He turned on the televisions and headed over to the channel. "Oh, bloody hell, he's pacing again," he muttered, picking up the speaker beside. "Would you stop that?" There was a glare toward the camera. "I got some good news. I saw Gene today. All the gang went to the Railway Arms. Chris and Shaz looked nice together. He introduced her to a few of his friends. Ray was even talking to people. Gene wasn't happy. Oh, and Alex ordered the same thing you would. Why is it that neither of you went for the strong drinks while you two are here? I would have lived it up. Mind you, I am." Another glare was sent his way and he started pacing.

He hung up the speaker. "He hasn't learned." He walked down to the basement of his little house. The basement looked smaller than it was, but that was only because of the false wall he put in. He entered into the right area, where amenities were set up for him and his prisoner, if needed, could wash up. After all, he is a prisoner, but he didn't want a dirty prisoner. He closed the outer wall and locked it. "How are you today? Enjoyed the small meal that was left? I would have been here with another meal, but I was having too much fun watching the team."

The door was unlocked and he stepped in. A roundhouse punch hit him just in the neck area below the jaw. The hit wasn't as bad as it could have been, considering he was weak, but the area still hurt more than anywhere else he could have punched. He was momentarily hurt, which led Sam to try and unlock the outer door. However, the combination didn't work and he threw him into the shower, blasting on the cold water. "That was a very bad mistake." All the victim could do was gasp as he started gathering the other items he needed. "I guess we'll have to use something old." He grabbed the upper right arm and threw him back into the room, turning off the shower and slamming the door after him.

Please review. Hopefully, the muses stay this time and I can get a couple of more chapters out.