"It'll probably be a long night," Cam said as he entered the car with Finn right behind him, "Are you sure you want to do this, Rose? It's no big deal to us if you go home now."

"No, I'm fine. I'm so sorry about earlier, I don't know what got over me..." She sniffled quietly and got up in her seat, buckling in.

Finn shared a look with Cameron before sitting next to Rose. "Do you want to talk about it? It may help."

Rose shook her head quickly and Finn nodded, getting into the driver's seat. "Alright, let's go b-" He began, then stopped himself quickly. "Let's go."

The rest of the car ride was silent.

Eventually they arrived at their destination, whatever their destination was supposed to be. A stereotypical horror-movie warehouse towered over the street of London, with a nice fast food restaurant and a hair-cuttery on either side. A metal fence surrounded the front of the warehouse, blocking the entrance from teenagers or wanderers. The three team members hopped out of the car and Finn locked it with a clicking sound. They approached the fence and examined it closely, noticing the bits of barbed wire on the top.

"Well, someone definitely didn't want people getting in," Rose murmured, toying with the lock on the fence. "Four digit passcode."

"Rose, Rose, Rose," Finn said in a teasing voice, "Let me show you how Torchwood does it."

Cameron smiled and pulled out a medium sized flamethrower, lighting it with a little switch and directing the flame at the fence, melting it quicker than Rose expected. "What, no lock-picking?" Rose joked.

Finn scoffed, "We can lock-pick. This is just more fun."

When the melted area of the fence was large enough for them to crawl through they entered the tiny courtyard in front of the warehouse door, careful not to touch the hot metal that remained. Rose approached the door first, the boys following her closely, and examined it. "Another four digit lock. Flame-thrower time again?"

"I just put it away," Cam whined, looking at the door. "Here, this is just wood." Raising his foot in the air, he kicked it down quickly and entered, gun raised. The three entered the house with their guns close to their chest and Finn made a sign to the two of them, raising a finger to his lips then cocking his head.

Cameron nodded, most likely indicating that they should be quiet, and they snuck up the stairs. The building was the height of a skyscraper but with an average width. It had a small foyer with an old, dusty sign-in desk and several hallways branching off. The stairs were directly in front of the entrance with a faded red carpet and broken wooden railing. Rose realized she had been wrong about it being a warehouse, it was obviously an office building of some sort. A posh one, at that. It barely looked raided, most of the items looked as if they had been left there just for the evening. A cup sat on the counter, stained with coffee inside and out, though none was in it. The windows were either boarded or too dusted up to see, and it was impossible to look in a spot without a bug. As for life signs, there were none whatsoever. No imprints on the carpet proved that anyone and been in the building for years, and every surface was covered completely in dust with no fingerprints.

As they walked up the stairs, Finn made several signs to Cam that Rose didn't understand. She would really have to get them to teach her them later. A stair creaked and they all instantly froze, raising their guns just a bit higher. While they slowly went up, Rose took the time to admire her own gun. It fit flawlessly in her hands, the trigger resting just against her index finger. After a few brief lessons from Cameron, she was a complete pro. Still, when he had told her that she would be an expert at shooting people, it had made her rather uncomfortable. The Doctor had definitely rubbed off on her more than she had originally suspected. When she was nervous, she caught herself tugging at her ear or scratching the back of her neck, and instantly stopped herself. The idea of it brought her to tears, and she wondered if she had made an impact on his large and significant life at all.

After she waved away these thoughts and sighed, she realized the boys were already two steps ahead of her and she caught up quickly. They made it to the second floor soon, and Cameron broke down the door just like he had the first one. The trio stormed inside, guns raised, and checked every single office cubicle. Some sticky notes were still set on computers and one monitor was even running an old Windows background. There was only the back row of cubicles to check now, but when Rose approached the one in the furthermost corner, blocked by a beam, she was shocked at what she saw.

A blonde man with a small, growing beard was relaxing casually in the chair with a cup of coffee. His eyes were shut as if asleep, and his computer was off but not dusty like the rest of the building. The cubicle was dust-free and a small nameplate rested next to the computer reading 'Peter T. York.' When Rose approached she aimed her gun at him and cocked it, causing Finn and Cameron to come running. "Put your hands in the air," Rose demanded quietly.

The man's eyes flashed open and he stared at Rose. His hand reached to set his coffee down, but the sudden movement caused her to click her gun again, prepared to shoot. "Woah there Rose, calm down. I'm just setting my coffee down."

"How do you know my name? Who are you?" She demanded. "Cameron, cuff him. Finn, check for others in the building. Be careful, yell if you find anything or message me. Go." Rose instantly took charge of the operation, glaring at the man named Peter.

"Oh, my name isn't Peter by the way!" The man said, as if reading her thoughts. "Just liked his cubicle. Nice and out of the way, don't you think? By the way, took you long enough to get here. I thought Torchwood was supposed to be full of professionals or something," He said in a sing-song voice, allowing himself to be cuffed roughly by Cameron. "You can call me the Master."

"I'd rather not," She replied coldly, lowering her gun when the man was safely restrained. "Now, who are you?"

"I told you, I'm the Master. I just need to talk to you, no need to be so rude and handcuff me," He directed this towards Cameron who gave him a mean glare.

"We're taking you back to the hub. You've got the right to remain silent. If you do say something, it can and will-"

"Oh, shut it," The Master chuckled and attempted to grab his coffee again before just ducking down and sipping it with his lips. "Give me five minutes alone with Rose, and I'll be off."

Rose rolled her eyes and replied, "He's staying. You can say whatever you need to say in front of him."

The Master's mouth twisted into a heavy frown as he contemplated Cameron for a minute before nodding. "Very well. I need to speak with you about the Doctor."

A/N: Oh how I love cliffhangers. I hope you didn't expect the Master. :) I know I already have the Master in my story 'Toying With A Time-Lord' but don't worry, as this Master will be a much less evil version. Still crazy, of course, just... Less. Anyways, please review and tell me what you think! Who's leaving the roses? :O