Last chapter! I hope you enjoyed this ride! thanks for coming!

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I'm no angel, but I've spread my wings a bit. ~ Mae West

Within an hour of defeating the Angels, there was a UNIT Recovery team inside the hallway of the BA working to picked up the fine granules of sand that had once been Weeping Angels. The remains of the creatures would be split between UNIT and Torchwood as part of a developing research project to learn more about the creatures.

The TARDIS had been moved from the Georgetown apartment the Doctor had hidden in that morning and until a short while ago had been inside a custodial closet on the sixth floor. It was now sitting in the hallway of the BAU in the elevator lobby. It was clear that the Doctor was planning to head out shortly.

The BAU team sat in their bullpen, wrapped in shock blankets, with the exception of Reid, JJ and the Doctor's companions. They were in the conference room, disposed shock blankets hanging off chairs and thrown on the floor. Sitting in the middle of the table were the guns used to defeat the Angels.

JJ and Reid sat at their usual spots, but joining them at the table were Martha, Amy, River, Rory and Jack. The Doctor stood by the white board, tossing his sonic screwdriver into the air and catching it

"Doctor," JJ asked. "You said that the Angels fed on energy. What did these guns do that caused them to become dust?"

The Doctor paused in the act of fiddling with his screwdriver to look up at JJ's question. He pocketed his screwdriver and ran his fingers through his untidy hair.

"The guns are energy blasters," he began simply. "They take energy that has been pre-charged into their system and convert it into a weapon. It's mostly harmless to humans, although it can burn the hair off you head if you used it on someone in this building."

"Basically it gave the Angels an overdose of energy," Martha added. "They feed on the energy, but they can only take in so much. It's true that they are conductors of energy, but like any conductor, if they have too much current, they fry and become un-functional."

"Like when a thunderstorm take out your power and you have to replace your wiring," Jack explained. The Doctor began fiddling with his sonic screwdriver again.

"So they're gone?" Reid asked.

River nodded. "The sand will eventually reconstruct itself into the form of the Angels, but by the time that happens, they will be rendered harmless. There's a way of keeping them contained that involves water and energy, but it's strictly confidential."

"Why?"

"Spoilers, Doctor Reid," River teased, touching her pointer finger to the very tip of his nose.

The Doctor glanced at his watch for a moment before returning his screwdriver to his pocket. "Best we go now. UNIT and Torchwood have it all under control. I suggest that the members of the Behavioral Analysis Unit take a few days off, find their bearings," he walked out the door and disappeared from sight as he spoke. Seconds later, he peeked his head into the conference room. "Fish fingers and custard is a great comfort food, by the way."

"Don't ask," River snapped as Martha and Jack made to open their mouths.

They entered the bullpen to find Kevin Lynch talking with Garcia about the Angels, of all things.

"Wait… So these angels weren't wearing trenchcoats and talking in low, gravelly voices?" he asked.

Garcia sighed. "No, Kevin. There were no trench coats, no gravelly voices, no nothing like that. They were stony and scary and nightmare inducing."

The others quickly moved toward the elevators and JJ made to follow when she felt a hand on her arm. She looked up to see River staring at her.

"Come with us," she whispered. "I can talk him into it, I know I can. You were amazing back there, and you can help us. There's so much to do there, so much to see. Come with us, Jennifer."

And for a moment, JJ considered her offer. Being able to see new worlds and meet their inhabitants, to go backward or forward in time to meet people she's only imagined…

But then she thought of her team, her family…

"I can't, River," JJ admitted. "This job, this life… This is where I belong. It's a tempting offer, but I already have a place here, with my family and my team."

River nodded. "Maybe some other time," she said. "May I escort you to the elevator?"

As they left the office, there was a lot of clanging and crashing coming from the TARDIS parked by the elevators. JJ pressed the down button as the door creaked open and the Doctor's head poked out.

"Come on, River!" he called. "We can't wait here all day!"

"That's my cue," River replied. "Take care of yourself, JJ."

"You too, River," JJ answered.

With that, River Song walked toward the TARDIS and the team watched as the machine wheezed, groaned and vanished from sight.

"As long as Strauss doesn't find out, I think we'll be alright," Rossi commented as the sounds of the TARDIS faded into the air.

"UNIT's working up a story as we speak," Reid added as the elevator doors opened and they stepped into the car. "We just need to get out of here before she figures out that there's something off about how that hallway was destroyed."

"You got that right, Kid," Morgan agreed as the doors closed.

By now, the sixth floor was quiet and deserted. So no one saw the silently fuming figure standing by the janitor's closet, tapping out a rhythm on the doorframe with his fingers.

Tap taptap tap. Tap taptap tap. Tap taptap tap. Tap taptap tap. Tap taptap tap…

A/N:

I meant to do that! Non, je ne regrette rien...

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