Whitechapel
CHAPTER FIVE
The streets of London were always busy; there wasn't somewhere that you would go when there wasn't someone who was running past you. There wasn't a day when there wasn't a crowd that grew larger and larger during the day of the little cobbled streets of London. Especially after the murders that had been taking place, everything seemed to be tense, dramatic and yet terrifying mysterious as people gathered around the little London shop, reading the news headlines for that day.
b> Murder! Murder!
Catherine and Elizabeth's bodies had been moved fairly quickly, so to avoid the publics eye for as much as possible. Even in 1808, the media was still a big thing in society. And certain things that happened certainly drove the Metropolitan Police up the wall. The Police however were attempting to keep people calm and under control, however when an egg and other liquidised in the middle objects began to get thrown at the window, things begin to get out of hand.
"Oi!"
Harry Smith got himself up from the chair he was sitting in, the pen he'd been chewing on; got himself up from the chair he'd been perching himself on and walked over to the door opening it up and peering around the door.
"Oi! You Boobies aint doin' any good now are ya?! I 'ope you learn your lessons!!!!!!"
Harry quickly closed the door as another egg got thrown towards the door, obviously someone was slightly upset.
"Sir," Harry said walking out the door again and looking at the tall gentleman in front of him, "I hope you realise that if you do that again, I am very qualified to arrest you."
"No point in arrestin' me mate!" The man shouted looking at him, "It's this murderer you should be out catching! Women are a liability..."
"I assure you Sir, we are doing our best to solve and prevent more murders from occurring. Now if you don't mind, I think it's time for you to go." Harry said closing the door in the mans face and going back to his duties of minding the station. He supposed he should probably clean that egg up, but knew full well that he wouldn't until the man had gone.
It was only as he heard another woman's scream that he realised today was going to be another nosy London day in the Whitechapel Police Station.
The roaring fire was the first thing Rose noticed when she woke up; the images of last night flooding into her mind and she couldn't help but let out a sob. She felt two warm fingers brushing against her head, and two familiar chocolate brown eyes swam into focus.
"It's alright..." the Doctor soothed looking her, "It's okay..."
Rose sat up looking at him, shaking ever so slightly as she cast her mind back to the mangled body of the woman she'd seen laying on the floor. Out of all the things she'd seen whilst travelling with the Doctor, she had a feeling that this was probably one of the worse.
"But...what happened Doctor?" Rose asked quietly, looking at him, "I don't understand, why would someone do that to women?"
"Because they're insane probably." The Doctor replied, "That's the problem with you Humans, there's always so much conflict between one person and the next that when you find yourselves in a situation where you need to come to an agreement, you don't. So you fight, you fight and fight and fight until half your army's dead... And then you all complain about it, saying how wrong it is, until the next problem comes along and someone says "hey lets get the guns out and kill!" Some people just won't..."
"Doctor," Rose said looking at him, "Much as I enjoy you mocking the Human Race, can you please tell something a little more constructive! Like how about answering who killed those women?"
"I don't know," The Doctor said looking at her, "I don't know who killed those women, and neither do the Police. Which is no wonder because that's exactly why these women are being killed in the first place. But you know what the really unusual thing is?"
"What?" Rose asked looking at him.
"They seem to be all in the group of friends that we got to know last night." The Doctor said looking at his watch, "And in about two hours time, Ginger will find out about her friends deaths, and will most likely be the most terrified woman in the whole of London." The Doctor said getting up, shoving what appeared to be a cup of tea into her hands, "Now drink up, you've got a lot of comforting to do today..."
"Comforting?" Rose said looking at him before blinking slightly cottoning onto what he was thinking, "Oh no, if you think I'm staying here Doctor you've got another thing coming. I want to help these women, I want to help Ginger..."
"Which is exactly why I've told you to be the one to comfort her while I go to the Police Station..."
"Hey!" Rose exclaimed looking at him and walking over, "If you think that I'm gonna sitting here, then I won't,"
"If whoever is killing these people Rose is targeting women, then who's he...or she I suppose, gonna go for if he or she finds out that you're trying to work all this out then you'll be he or she's number one target!"
"Well," Rose said putting her cup of tea down getting up and looking the Doctor straight in the eye, "I've got you haven't I? If there's one person that can protect me then it's you, so I am coming with you to help... because that's what I do now Doctor." Rose said looking at him, although stare may have been a more appropriate word to use but The Doctor couldn't really tell. "And I'm helping... if it puts me in more danger than it did in the beginning then... well then it's my doing isn't it?"
"But Rose..."
"No "but Roses" Doctor..." Rose said looking at him, drinking her tea carefully so not to scorch her throat, "I'm coming with you because I want to help... it's what we do Doctor, we go round the universe in that Blue Box of yours and help people. What kind of adventure would this be if you didn't let me help? Agent Lewis remember!" Rose asked going over to another room and poking her head through the door seeing a small but ever so essential bathroom. "Where are we by the way I never asked..."
"Oh," The Doctor said looking at her, "I managed to get a ride here with a man who saw one of the murders, was a bit traumatised poor bloke but he said he'd put us up for the night...or what was left of it anyway. He needs to go in for questioning at the Police Station later on, so he said he'd give us a lift there."
"Well that was nice of him wasn't it?" Rose said smiling at the Doctor before closing the door to get herself washed up.
As Rose got herself ready, and the Doctor rubbed his face before staring into the fire his thoughts only of the night before as he was sure Roses was. She hadn't seemed too distressed, but he had a feeling that the events of last night will hit sooner rather than later. It was literally just one of those things that you shifted to the back of you mind and attempted to forget.
But The Doctor had a feeling the next few days would most likely be the days that Rose Tyler wasn't going to forget for the rest of her life. The Doctor looked out the window, watching as the early morning city life began to awaken, and just for a second, a spilt second, he could have sworn he'd seen a pair of big red eyes looking at him through the window at him.
It sent a shrill shiver down his spine, and when he felt Roses hand on his shoulder he couldn't help but jump.
"Easy tiger," Rose said chuckling softly, "What's gotten you all jumpy?"
"Oh nothing," The Doctor said smiling slightly at her, "You ready to get off to the Police Station?"
"Yep!" Rose grinned, "Investigations here I come! Is it bad that I'm ever so slightly excited to be attempting to save the world again?"
The Doctor laughed as he followed his young companion out of the room; she was quite happily chatting away without a care in the world. Although he knew that wasn't true either. But all the same, she seemed content in what she was doing, and what right had he to stop her from helping him? She was right, he was slightly relieved that she would be there with him today. He didn't think the idea of facing dead bodies was the nicest of thoughts; but he also knew that if he found Rose to be in danger at any point, and with no way out, then he'd stop her from going any further.
He cared for her too much for her to get brutally murdered like the rest of those poor women.
If only he knew that events might not turn out to be best of consequences for Rose Tyler... or himself.