A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, but it should answer a burning question.

There was a knock at his office door.

"Come in," John Smith called. River Song walked in.

"Are you heading out, doctor?" she asked.

He didn't look at her as he continued to type away on his computer. He had been giving her the cold shoulder all week after that stunt she pulled. Granted, the end result was very favorable, but that still didn't stop his anger at what she did.

An image of Rose in front of him, on her knees with his dick in his mouth, flashed before him. He smiled a little and closed his eyes briefly before continuing.

"In a little while, River." His voice had a bit of strain to it and he had to adjust his seat. He swallowed and directed his thoughts elsewhere. "I have to finish this report."

That sounded much better.

River tilted her head to the side and looked at his profile. She wondered why he wasn't looking at her. He had been avoiding her all week. Not that he ever really paid much attention to her, but this was different. Instead of actually talking to her about her research, he sent emails. He preferred to not do that; he wanted to know what was going on in the heads of his employees.

She suspected her little stunt had backfired on her.

In retrospect, it really wasn't the best idea. She knew that he wasn't interested in her. But she just saw red when she'd heard from her colleague Nardole that he had seen John and Rose Tyler walking out of an elevator together. That wouldn't have meant anything, except that the blonde's hair was mussed up and John was re-fastening a few buttons on his grey shirt as they got off. They were giggling and walking very close to one another.

"I think he finally made his move," the bald guy said. River stayed silent, observing her coworkers.

"It's about time," Yasmin Khan, John's assistant, said. "Ryan and I were taking bets how long it would be before he cracks." Khan poured her coffee. "Looks like I owe him twenty quid."

River was furious. She left that break room loudly, letting any and everyone know she was there. She stomped down the hall to her desk and threw her belongings onto it. Then she turned and stared out the window, trying to calm herself.

While she knew how the handsome doctor felt for the model, she never thought he would actually make his move. She saw his annoyance the day that he saw Rose and Harold at lunch. She had hoped that would have been the end of it; that he would see she was with someone and he'd back off so she could pursue him.

Instead, it only made him more determined.

Damn you, Harold.

Anger raging, she found Rose's number in John's phone when he left it in his office for a meeting. He had given a few colleagues his passcode in case of emergency. She typed it in and scrolled through his contacts.

When she found the blonde's number, she wrote it down and then returned the screen to the home screen. She locked the phone down again and returned it to its place on the charging station. She did see Yasmin observing her leaving his office, but she just shrugged at the pretty brunette.

Snapping back to the present, she focused in on John again. She continued to study his profile for a moment. His hair was its usual floppy self, hanging over onto his right side. It helped frame the rest of his face, leading a trail to a strong jawline. A strong, delectable jawline.

"Did you need anything else, River?" he asked quietly.

"No sir."

He finally turned and looked at her then. His usual warm green eyes were cold. "Then I will see you on Monday."

She nodded and began walking out of his office. As she opened the door, she called over her shoulder. "Have a good weekend."

John didn't answer.

She slowly made her way to her desk and picked up her things before heading out. Hailing a cab, she sat back and thought about her supervisor's behavior.

Yes, she thought. He definitely knows.

Apparently that fake number didn't help. Not that she thought it would, but there were plenty of other people at that party. Any one of them could have taken the pic and used it to blackmail later.

River sighed and watched the city go by her as the cab headed to her flat.

Once inside, she kicked off her shoes and dropped her purse at the side table. She pulled out her phone and checked for any missed messages.

There were a few; one from her mother, one from the salon confirming her hair appointment, and one from her cousin.

She put her phone on the coffee table as she went to change. Feeling much more human in her tank top and sweats, she poured a glass of wine and turned the television on. She sat back and watched a few reruns of Friends before starting dinner, conversing with her cousin via text every few minutes.

Letting her mind wander as she strolled into the kitchen, she imagined her life with John. It wasn't like she hadn't been trying to get his attention for the past three years. At lunch that one time, she thought maybe they were on the right track. And then Saxon had to come ruin it.

I will never be able to compete with that bitch.

She sighed and plated her sandwich, adding a side of potato salad. Looking satisfied, she returned to the living room and picked up her glass.

River then walked into her office and put the things down. She flipped on the light and immediately, the whole room lit up. Including John Smith's face.

She had a large corkboard in the center of the room with information on the handsome doctor. There were pictures of Clara and Rose as well. They were all pinned to the board, along with descriptions and information regarding Smith Enterprises.

Taking a bite of her sandwich, she studied the information. There really wasn't anything she could do to help Saxon take down John's lab. He ran a squeaky-clean operation.

She hoped that bringing Adam into play may help as well. If he could get close to the sister, he could find out their secrets. She knew there was something.

Harold may need another tactic…like finding some way of breaking them up.

River smiled at that thought. Her phone lit up with another text from her cousin.

She replied and then returned to the board. She stared at Rose Tyler's face. Jealousy surged through her. She could understand why John fell for her, why so many men did. She wasn't deaf; she heard some of the men (and women, if she was honest) talk about his best friend in unsuitable-for-work ways. But why did Rose want John? With all the money and power she had, she could be with anyone. Why him? Why the object of River Song's desire?

River sipped her wine as she continued to stare at the model's face. She wore a big smile and her cinnamon-colored eyes sparkled brightly. She had on a pink-and-yellow dress for the photoshoot, with some of her hair swept up behind her head, revealing a long and appealing neck.

John is a mere mortal. He was taken in by Helen of Troy, as they all were.

She sighed again. This wasn't going to be easy.

But no matter what, John Smith would be with her. Whether by force or by choice, he would be. River Song had an ace up her sleeve.

A/N: Were you surprised?