I just want to thank all of you so much for being so supportive and incredible as I wrote this fic. It's been a wild ride: a year and a half (ish), 50k words from what was originally a one-shot, and very sporadic updating from me. You all are champs and just thank you so much!

This story has ended but I'm nowhere near done with my two favorite idiots yet. So, stay tuned for the start of the sequel sometime in the near future!

John and Rose didn't have plans for the evening. They were just lounging on the sofa, tangled around each other and relaxing after a lengthy discussion to figure their fledgling relationship out and a couple pleasurable diversions. John was content to remain there for as long as possible, potentially forever, but Rose reminded him that they were supposed to let Jack know how things had gone down. Their friend practically squealed when they told him that they had worked it out and told them that he would be there in thirty minutes.

Reluctantly they got up and started making themselves and the flat presentable. As expected, Jack was insufferably smug about the two of them officially getting together in both a personal and professional relationship. John got the distinct feeling that Jack would gloat about bringing them together for as long as they were together and since John had no plans of ever letting Rose slip through his fingers again, he resigned himself to a lifetime of Jack's smugness.

Jack finally left after giving them both long hugs, instructions to think of him often paired with a salacious wink, and a promise that he would find a way to keep in contact with both of them.

When the door closed behind the conman Rose sauntered up to John and looped her arms around his neck. She raised an eyebrow, gave him the seductive, little smirk that had been driving him crazy since the night he met her "So then, Doctor, what are our plans now that it's just us two criminals against the world?"

"The Doctor and Rose Tyler," he mused, enjoying the way it slipped off his tongue. "The world better watch out."

"Oi, I have a codename too!" Rose said in mock offence, affecting a pout. Her fingers trailed against the nape of John's neck causing him to shiver.

"Don't think I'm likely to forget that anytime soon. Remember what the Bad Wolf looks like a bit too well for comfort, me. She's usually plotting to rip my throat out."

"Hmm, true," Rose granted. "Think she might be changing her tune though. There are better uses for her teeth, especially when your throat is involved."

"You know what I think?" John asked, slipping his hands from Rose's hips to her bum. "I think the world is gonna have to wait a while. I'm not planning on letting you out of this flat for at least twenty-four hours," he growled, moving to rest his forehead against hers.

"That sounds promising." Her breath ghosted against his lips.

"Believe me, it's a promise," he replied darkly before closing the gap between them, sealing the promise with a kiss.

The next time they left the flat was two days later and it was so Rose could pack her things. The day after that, John and Rose hopped a plane to Spain. There was a bank in Barcelona with subpar security and a reputation of being untouchable that was practically an engraved invitation to the two of them.

Team TARDIS was officially in business two weeks later when workers came to open the bank in the morning and found a neat, white business card taped to the door.

The front of the card featured an embossed blue police box and the words Team TARDIS in block font. On the back of the card, written in flowing gold script are the names that would be known the world over by the end of the year – "The Doctor and the Bad Wolf."

About the same time John and Rose made it back to their hotel, giddy from their successful heist, a man in London completed a heist of his own. Unlike theirs it would go unsigned and would go unnoticed for some time to come.

The blonde man in a well-tailored suit slipped out of the police evidence locker, not sparing a glance for the DI face down at the desk with a broken neck. The thief was swallowed by the shadows as soon as he exited the building, the darkness hiding the dangerous smirk playing over his face as he patted the pocket that held his prize.

It was unassuming, the item he'd gone through so much trouble to obtain - just a small piece of paper, a business card with a cryptic message on it, the only clue in an unsolved bank robbery. The missing money didn't interest him but whoever had perpetrated this particular heist had taken something of his specifically and he wanted to know who had his information and who had discovered his cleanest alias.

He liked Harold Saxon and he'd rather not have to completely discard the identity if he could help it. He even had a rather promising political career. Funny how people could always be counted upon to vote criminals into positions of power.

He bared his teeth. Once he found this "Doctor" and "Bad Wolf" he was going to make them sing like little birds and tell them everything they knew. Who they were, who they were working for, the whole nine yards. They were not going to ruin his carefully laid plans by sheer luck. He was rather looking forward to the experience of breaking them, truth be told. He didn't care how long it took him to find these two upstart criminals, he would burn the world down and wade through its ashes to capture them if that's what it required. One day, one way or another, they were going to answer to their Master.