Flaws

by s0uffle.g1rl

Clara Oswald is a spy at the top of TARDIS industries, perfectly capable of working on her own. "The Doctor" is a shadowed face in background but responsible for solving some of the most difficult crimes in Chicago. But when the two are paired together to bring down The Great Intelligence, they find that their feelings for each other may be the hardest challenge they've faced yet.

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Doctor Who.

The woman sauntered around the shaded figure, her red polished nail sliding across the back of his shoulder. Her heels made soft clicking noises on the grey warehouse floor as she paced around the man, his hands cuffed to a rusty metal pole that linked him to the wall.

"So, Mr. Campos." The woman said in a low voice, leaning down so she was face to face with the seated figure. "I understand you have something in your possession the people I work for find very valuable… I would appreciate it if you could give it back to me." She slid a finger across his chin so he looked up at her, his eyes full of distaste. After glaring at her for a moment, he then looked back down at the floor, refusing to cooperate.

"Sir, I'd appreciate if you could hand it over. As you see I've got the upper hand here. Now, you can hand me the jewels right now, or I'll be forced to confiscate them from you… And keep in mind, that doesn't involve you being conscious. So, what do you say?" She offered, standing up so he was staring at the hem of her long red dress. "Give me what I want, or you can have a nice black eye. I'm sure it'll look great in your headshot."

He didn't respond, so she grabbed his leather suit lapel with one of her hands and shot the other into his pocket. In a second she was holding a red velvet bag that was slightly weighted, slipping it into her clutch.

"Well, that wasn't too hard now, was it? I'll make sure to tell the police about our little chat." She said as she walked out of the garage, her hips swaying in her fitted red dress.

"Wait!" The man yelled, the woman turning in shock upon hearing the criminal's voice. "Who are you?" He asked grimly.

"I'm Oswin." She said, turning around so the recently arrived red and blue lights danced on her face. "And I think your ride is here."

Hi! This is going to be a full-length fic and I promise to update as often as possible. I've written a few short stories similar to this on my Wattpad, but I'm planning for this to be on a much bigger scale. (I have lots of fun things planned.) Hope you enjoy, please leave your feedback!