This couldn't be right. It just didn't fit. Would he have lied? The apartment that Morgan walked through was not the apartment of a man who had been living there for over five years. Yet, the address was the same. How? Maybe he moved and just forgot to change the address in his file. No, he would have told everyone. Thoughts ran through the man's head as he slowly put the file back where it was and left the room.

"Was it the same?" Rossi asked.

He just nodded as he went to work on the case, trying to forget all the strange things he had seen at the apartment. Or, more accurately, the things he hadn't seen.

"We have nothing. No geographical profile. No psychological profile. No connections. We don't know may many people are actually in this group. We have no new leads. And last, but not least, we are missing a vital member of this team, and we have no idea where he is." Morgan finally snapped. The rest of the group looked at him in a way he didn't quite understand. It was almost pity, but also a bit of understanding. He hated it.

•••

"That's gonna take a while." He scratched the back of his neck.

"Make time." She demanded, stomping her foot for extra emphasis.

"Fine. This is my TARDIS. Time And Relative Dimension In Space. It's a time machine that can take you anywhere anytime." He explained. She opened her mouth to speak, but he just put his hand up to signal her silence. "I am a Time Lord. I come me from the planet Gallifrey. Short version, it's far away. My people are all dead. And if they aren't, I don't know about them. Every time I am about to die I can do this thing called 'regeneration'. It means my entire being changes. The only thing that stays are my memories. My last regeneration sequence went a bit wrong, and I ended up a baby. I had to grow up pretending I was human." He finally sighed as he finished explaining.

"How did your people-"

"The Last Great Time War. It was a war between the Time Lords and the Daleks. Before you ask, a Dalek is what attacked you at your apartment. They really don't like me. The war was only getting worse and worse, so I had to destroy my planet and take the Daleks with it to kill them." Her mouth dropped as he explained it.

He expected to be called a monster, a freak. Or even worse, a killer. But instead he was greeted with a bone crushing hug from the woman in front of him. And a faint whisper. "I'm so sorry."

"Alright. We have to save all those people. It is my specialty after all. Jack, mind assisting me?" He motioned toward the control panel, and Jack just grinned.

"Where and when?"

"Well that all depends. We could blow up every spaceship, but by then they might notice the attack happening to their fleet." They all looked in deep thought. "Or I could absorb the time vortex again and just disintegrate them all like Rose did last time."

"Let's not get you killed, Doc. What if we put bombs on all the ships, then your friend remotely detonated them?"

"First off, this 'friend' has a name. Use it please. Second," she turned to face Spencer. "what about all those people? How are we going to save them?" Garcia asked.

"Every Dalek ship has a teleport. If we can get everyone on that and send them down, then we can blow up the ships remotely and the only ones who have to die would be the Daleks." His face lit up with a mad smile.

"Alright, let's go kick some Dalek ass."