It was just barely four when John arrived back at Rose's desk.

"Egypt you say," Rose asked in amusement, referring to John's earlier interaction with Robert.

John nodded, "not such a bad place, not as long as you know where to go and who to talk to."

"Would you recommend it," she enquired, "for someone like me?"

"I think with the right guide, you'd enjoy it," John hinted smugly.

"Hmmm," she hummed, "are there any you recommend?" She rested her chin on her hand and fluttered her eyelashes a bit. Nothing wrong with a little flirting in the workplace, she thought.

"I might know a guy," he winked, and Rose wanted nothing more than to snog that self-assured smile off his face.

He gazed into Robert's office, still seeing him inside talking on the phone as before.

"He'll be leaving in a mo," Rose mentioned, "he's always running late, knowing they can't start without him."

John nodded then leaned his hip against the edge of her desk, crossing his arms in the process, "how about you, what time do you get off?" His voice was smooth and the look he was giving her made her want to melt.

"Five," she replied.

John looked at his watch, "you got a bloke waiting for you?"

"Depends," she replied teasingly.

"On what," he asked, his eyes locked on hers

"On whether he's working late or not," she hinted.

"Well, if his reward for finishing work was coming home to you," his eyes trailed down her body briefly, "I'm sure he would be doing whatever it takes to get done quickly."

Rose's cheeks felt heated and she wanted to keep this game going, but Robert finally emerged from his office, stopping in his tracks when he saw John's casual posture beside Rose's desk. He looked as if he was going to say something to John, but then he shut his mouth. Instead, he addressed Rose, "I'm headed out now. I probably won't be coming back after that, so I'll see you tomorrow."

"Ok," Rose said, averting his gaze, and hoped the reddening of her cheeks wasn't as obvious as it felt.

John grabbed his bag and headed toward the office when Robert stopped him midway, "I didn't get your name earlier."

"John," he replied, "John Smith."

Robert's eyes searched his inquisitively, then pointed toward his office, "well, it's all yours Mr. Smith." He then waved goodbye to Rose and stopped to study John one last time before heading off.

"I guess I should get to it then," John said to Rose, picking up where they had left off before Robert interrupted them, "and I better hurry, I don't want to be stuck working late."

Rose looked up at him and he smiled back at her alluringly, making the blush in her cheeks return with full force. She quickly turned away and John retreated to the office to get to work.

Once he was gone, Rose tried returning to her own task, finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate now that John got her all worked up. He's always been a little flirtatious with her, but this recent exchange was far more intense than usual. Her mind began to wander, imagining herself walking into that office and taking him right on top of Robert's desk, although she knew that would be a horrible idea. She tried to shake the thought away when another thing John said came to mind and Rose got curious.

She went into the office, but instead of finding John working on the light, he was at Robert's computer, searching through the wires. He looked up from his work as she approached, but didn't stop what he was doing. Quietly she asked him, "how come you gave him your name when Mickey and I have to use false names?"

"I'm nobody," John stated as if it were a fact, "you and Mickey have homes, friends, families, where as I'm just a ghost." He tugged a couple of cords loose and began inspecting them, "I don't exist."

Rose's brow furrowed as she tried making sense of what he said, "wait…"

John stopped and stared out the door, then looked back at Rose, "I promise, I'll explain later, but right now is not the time." He motioned his head toward the door, "can you just go back out there and make sure Robert doesn't try coming back."

Rose sighed and exited the office, still wondering what John meant and as soon as this whole thing was over, she was going to find out.

At half past four Rose suddenly saw Robert returning and she leapt to her feet, speaking loudly so John could hear, "Mr. Greyson, back so soon?" She approached him, hoping to slow him down, giving John time to cover his tracks.

Robert came to a stop, "only for a minute, I was walking into the restaurant when I realized I forgot my notes."

"Oh," Rose replied, "I suppose that's important."

"Yeah," Robert chuckled, "it's always important to keep good notes, that way you don't overlook anything." He began stepping around Rose and she blocked his path again, causing him to nearly collide with her.

"Uh," she smiled widely at him, not wanting to appear flirtatious, but knowing it might buy them some time, "maybe you can show me how I can help you with that," she swallowed uncomfortably with remorse for how her voice dropped as if it were suggestive, "if it helps." She felt her stomach churning with disgust over her own behavior and kept telling herself, she's just helping John, so he wouldn't get caught.

Of course it worked, and Robert paused as he considered her words, then held up his index finger, "one moment." He stepped around her quickly and dashed into his office.

Rose followed Robert, praying John had enough time to clean up and was relieved to find him back at the light he was supposed to be fixing. He gave her a sidelong glance and Rose knew he heard everything and hoped he knew she was only acting.

Robert grabbed his notes and stopped beside John, "all good?"

"Yep," John said, flicked the switch, and the light came on, "all fixed." He began cleaning up his tools and Robert left the room.

Stopping by Rose, Robert told her, "you know, you're right, I could use help with these notes," and handed her the notepad. "I can barely read my own writing. Grab your things and come with me, I'll show you what needs to be done."

"Oh," Rose uttered and looked at the time.

"Technically, your still on the clock," Robert added, speaking with authority for once, "besides, it'll only be an hour and you'll get a free dinner out of it."

"Uh, ok," Rose mumbled and grabbed her purse, glancing toward John who was still in the office and gave him an apologetic look.

John finished cleaning up, glancing back toward the computer hoping he put everything back in order then looked back at the door catching Robert giving him a smug look as he led Rose away, placing his hand gently on her back. It was a challenge move by a man who was used to winning all the time, but John knew Rose was not a conquest and Robert was not going to win.

Rose was feeling out of place as she sat at the table with Robert and three older businessmen, who all seemed far too interested in her and not what they were supposed to be meeting about.

The "meeting," or so they called it, was merely ten minutes of chatter involving several numbers and acronyms which Robert could have easily written himself, he didn't really need her there. That didn't keep him from leaning against her as he attempted to assist her in her note taking, leaning close to her ear as he spoke. Then once his hand brushed against her knee, Rose jerked away and shoved her purse between them as a sign for him to back off.

When the dinner finally ended, Rose was quick to escape, hurrying out of the restaurant and looking at her phone as if she were busy texting someone.

"Do you need a ride home," Robert asked kindly, following quickly behind her, "it's getting dark and it's the least I could do since I kept you out so late."

"Uh, no," Rose said, looking up from her phone and spotted a nearby café. Pointing toward it, she found the perfect escape, "it just so happens I had plans on meeting a friend over there in a few minutes."

"Oh," Robert said dejectedly, "well, I suppose this is goodnight."

He leaned forward as if to hug her, or worse kiss her, and Rose leaned away and stuck out her hand, "goodnight Mr. Greyson," she emphasized the name, reminding him that he was overstepping his boundaries.

"Goodnight Rose," he smiled and took her hand gently, holding on little longer than she was comfortable with. She pulled away and darted across the street toward the café, hoping Robert wasn't going to follow her.

As she stood in line her skin began to crawl as she felt like she was being watched. Trying to busy herself, she pulled out her wallet when there was a tap on her shoulder making her jump and her wallet fell to the floor.

"Sorry about that," she heard David say as he bent down and retrieved it, handing it to her.

"David," she sighed in relief and wrapped him in a hug, grateful she was no longer alone and he wasn't Robert.

David pulled back and looked at her with bright eyes, "hello."

"Hey," she took a step away, "sorry, I was afraid you were someone else."

David frowned, "is everything all right?"

"Yeah, it's just…nevermind," she walked up to the counter, realizing she had been holding up the line and ordered.

After receiving their drinks, they sat down together at a table. David smiled at Rose, "it seems we have a tendency of running into each other in coffee shops."

Rose giggled, "yeah, wait, aren't you supposed to be in school?"

David nodded in response, "holiday, so I decided to come home and surprise Donna for her birthday. I didn't know she had a date though, so I'm on my own tonight. How about you, I thought you said you were traveling?"

"We got caught up with something here," Rose said, "hopefully we'll be wrapping up soon, I'm ready to get out and see the world again."

"By "we" you mean you and…"

"John," Rose responded and looked down at her cup bashfully and smiled, "we're…um…we're together now."

David stared at her dumbly, then his eyebrows raised, "Oh…that's great."

"Yeah," Rose giggled and brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. As happy as she was to get away from Robert, she was now in the middle of a highly awkward conversation. Her phone suddenly began to ring and she felt a wave of relief.

When five o' clock rolled around John mysteriously appeared by Mickey's side, surprising him. With most of the staff gone, John went right to work, rerouting the wires of his computer.

"What are you doing," Mickey whispered anxiously, he looked up to see if anyone was watching then leaned back down to see what John was up to.

John stood up, "log on and see what you get."

Mickey powered up the computer and John pretended to repair a nearby panel, then Mickey's eyes widened, "how did you do that?" He clicked open a series of folders he didn't have access to before.

"Genius, me," John gave a self-satisfied smile, "think you can copy them like you did the others?"

Mickey reached into his bag and pulled out a memory stick, "yeah, I think so." He plugged it in and began transferring. As he waited, he looked over at John as he worked on the panel, or pretended to anyway, and wondered how he could be so casual right now.

"Done," Mickey said and pulled out the stick and hopped to his feet.

John resumed working with his back to him, "go home and I'll meet you there, I wanna see what they're hiding."

Once Mickey was gone, John crept over to his computer, reversing what he had done before leaving as well.

John strolled to the lift nonchalantly and pressed the button for the ground floor. Once the doors shut, however, he began going up. Confused, John hit the button again, but it was useless, he was still ascending. He reached the fifth floor and the elevator came to a stop, only the doors didn't open. Instead, gas started filling the air and John looked up for an escape, but before he could find one he blacked out.

Mickey hurried to his flat, eager to see what was on these new files. John didn't say how long he would be, but he figured he could get a head start. He started his laptop and put the stick in, opening the files. At first, it was just typical test runs like he was used to seeing. Then he saw a file marked, "camera." He clicked on that and a series of names and phone numbers appeared. Mickey clicked one at random and froze at what he saw.

If he was correct, he was getting live video straight off somebody's phone. He noticed a plus sign in the corner and he clicked it and the camera changed. It was the same room, only a different angle, possibly from another nearby phone. A woman crossed the room and Mickey noticed a flash and another plus sign appear above her head.

Mickey's hand was shaking as he scrolled over to it and clicked. A small box appeared to the lower right corner as a photo of the woman appeared, below the photo was her full name, age, occupation, address, as well as several other pieces of information. Then at the very bottom was the word, "locate," and Mickey clicked on it.

"Oh fuck," he gasped when a map appeared indicating exactly where the video was currently being taken. He checked the time, hoping John would be there soon, then he grabbed his phone and immediately called Jack.

Jack answered on the first ring, "Harkness…" he said pleasant as ever.

"Jack, it's Mickey," he spoke quickly, "I'm not sure if I can speak over the phone, but you need to come by my flat now!"

As easily as Jack could have made a joke, the urgency in Mickey's voice let him know that this was important. He ran for his keys, "I'll be there as soon as I can," he assured him and hurried out.

Mickey went back to the list, scrolling through hundreds of names. The first name that came to mind was Rose and he went through finding nothing. Remembering that Rose still carried her old phone on her and not one of the newer Rebel phones. He then searched her alias name, found it, and clicked. It was black, which would make sense if it was in her purse. There were several plus signs at all angles and with each click, Mickey got a different view of the café, including Rose sitting at a table with David, drinking her coffee.

A new symbol resembling a video camera appeared in the upper right-hand corner. Clicking that, he got a view from every security camera in the vicinity, including the ones from the street.

Mickey grabbed his phone again, calling Rose. He watched on the screen as she went into her purse, pulled out her phone, and answered.

"Hello," she asked.

"Rose," Mickey said, "I need you to come to my flat right now."

Confused, Rose asked, "why?"

"You're in a coffee shop, right" Mickey asked, "with David?"

Rose stiffened, "yeah, how did you know?"

"Because I see you," Mickey said, and he watched Rose staring around, "no, I'm not there, I'm watching you on camera. I can't explain, just come to my flat right now. Jack and John are already on their way."

Once the call ended, there was a knock at the door. "Finally," Mickey called out, assuming it was John and went for the door, "there's some freaky shi-" he froze when he realized it wasn't John or Jack at the door, but two large men.

Back in the coffee shop, Rose ended the call, saying "ok, I'll be right there," before hanging up. She turned to David who seemed really confused and blurted out, "I gotta go." She sprang to her feet, leaving her coffee behind and dashed out the door.

She was nearly down the street when a car screeched to a halt and she saw Robert peering back at her from inside. She backed away and hit something solid, realizing it was another man blocking her path. The car door opened, and she was forced inside.