Miami
AN: Another idea that burst into my mind randomly. Don't know how well this will end.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor who or any of its characters, Madeleine is mine however.
Summary: A Crime Scene Investigator trying to find a serial killer stumbles across an old blue box; it seems that not everything is as straight forward as she had hoped.
AN 2: this is set in America, I'm British, so if anything is incorrect, don't hesitate to tell me and I will correct them in later chapters.
Chapter 1:
"Why can't they kill in nice, well lit places?" Sargent Ian Savich asked, as he leapt ungracefully from the ladder into a large puddle of a rather questionable black liquid. He turned on his torch and quickly scanned the small basement.
CSI Madeleine Parker sighed as she looked at the body of the young woman, who was sprawled on a wooden chair by a small table in the middle of the room, "Why do they have to kill at all?"
Ian laughed lightly, "Maddy honey, if they didn't kill then we'd be out of a job."
Maddy narrowed her eyes at the man, clearly he had been in this job for too long, "You have a really dry sense of humour, you know that? When was the body found?"
"Um at about seven thirty this morning, looks like it's been here longer though." Ian noted.
Maddy shivered slightly, although it was thirty two degrees outside in the Miami sun, it felt as though it was below freezing in the now abandoned subway station. Graffiti spread across the walls, old discarded newspapers covered the decaying grey floor, numerous amounts of flat cardboard boxes lay in the corners of the room, the smell was less than desirable, and the long pitch black tunnels were extremely un-nerving. Maddy couldn't help but shine her torch to check the darkness for any lurking dangers, she always felt the need to search the surrounding areas, even though the police would have already done it, her torch wasn't particularly powerful, however, and it only lit up the two meters ahead of her.
"Maddy?"
She spun on her heels and gave Ian a questioning look as he spoke,
"What do you make of this?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he did so. Maddy took the folded paper from him and straightened it out in her gloved hands, glancing at the paper she spoke quietly,
"It's an invitation, an actual invitation. She was actually invited here." She shook her head in confusion, "I'll call Courtney." Ian nodded and continued to look over the body, Maddy quickly dialled the number, Courtney answered instantly;
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's Maddy, erm..." she didn't know quite what to say, "We have a body here who was invited to their own death, anything familiar on the system?"
"What, like she actually received an invitation?"
"Yeah, I know; weird, so?"
"Bear with me… yep it matches the MO of someone we are calling the winer and diner, is there a table with food on it?"
Maddy glanced up before confirming, "It's all rotten though."
"Yep sounds about right, this is the fifth case in two months according to the computer. We don't have any clues as to who it is, all we know is that the victim is invited to somewhere quiet, they go and then the next time someone sees them, they're dead."
"Lovely." Maddy mumbled.
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"Doctor! What have you done?" Amy's panicked voice filled the control room as the TARDIS once again jolted violently; sending her flying down the stair where Rory caught her, The Doctor was equally panicked,
"Nothing, I didn't touch anything! I don't know what's happening, good news though,"
"There's good news?" Rory cut in.
"Yeah, we are heading for earth so at least-"he didn't get to finish his sentence as he was forced onto his back on the floor, along with Amy and Rory. All was silent in the ship, the usual TARDIS hum was gone and was replaced by the trio's heavy breathing as they lay, completely winded on the glass floor surrounding the console. The Doctor was the first to recover, he sat bolt upright and ran a hand through his hair as he finished his previous sentence,
"At least we know what to expect," he spoke slowly as he glanced around the now seemingly hibernating TARDIS. Amy sat up next, her thick Scottish accent filling the room,
"Well? Where have we landed? What year? And why?"
The Doctor answered her questions in reverse order, "I don't know. 2009. Miami, America."
"Right." Rory dragged out the word as he pieced the Doctors sentence together. Amy was up on her feet and dusting herself off, clearly excited about being in Miami,
"Right, I'll hit the beach while you figure out why we are here, yeah?"
"No." the Doctor and Rory answered simultaneously before the Doctor explained his answer;
"Clearly we are here for a reason, we don't know what that reason is, it could be dangerous, so for now we are all going to stick together."
Amy glanced behind her shoulder at her husband,
"What he said." Rory stated.
"Come on Ponds." The Doctor suddenly jumped up off the floor, "Let's have a quick look." And with this, he leapt down the stairs and made it to the doors in two large strides. He yelped and jumped back as he opened to door, clearly not expecting there to be two people pointing guns in his face.