Hey guys, here were go with another story.

I hope that you enjoy this one as much as the others. This is a multi-doctor story as well. I hope I get everything right.

Just so that nothing is confusing, I have used the actor's names as the Doctor's names.

Updates will be slow for the moment as I haven't had much chance to write.

Doctors

"Morning Peter."

Peter groaned as Tom came into view but managed to force a smile onto his face.

"Scarfy." he said, nodding his head towards Tom.

"Come on, you shouldn't be so cynical. You've started to act like William."

"I am not cynical."

Tom's phone rang. "Sorry, duty calls." He said as he looked at it.

Peter rolled his eyes. If anything, he was just glad to get rid of him. He had never really been a people's person. He walked through the building as he made his way to his desk.

If you looked at him, you would have thought that he had been in the business for a while. Unfortunately that wasn't the case. Peter Capaldi had been picked during the later years of his life. He hadn't got the skills in technology as some of the younger Doctors had but he had the gift of the gab. He could easily talk his way out of a situation.

The Doctors was a branch of the secret service. They weren't widely known in the public domain but there were a few lucky people that did know about them. At that moment in time, there were 12 men that all went under the same codename, The Doctor. In addition to the same codename, they all used the same cover name of John Smith.

They all had their numbers. William was the first to be recruited, making him the first Doctor, through to Tom who was the fourth Doctor and then so on and so forth to Peter, who was number 12. Officially it is said that there are 12 Doctors but there were a few people who knew that wasn't true. Peter was meant to be number 13 but one went against the meaning of what it meant to be a Doctor and was struck off and 'forgotten'.

"Twelve, Kate wishes to see you in meeting room 2. Now, please." Someone shouted at him.

Peter just sighed as he turned around and walked towards the meeting room. It was Monday morning and the urgency meant only one thing. He was going to be given a mission. If anything, he was a little excited. He hadn't been anything specific for a while, it was mainly paperwork.

He was quite surprised when he was David and Matt in there as well.

"You wanted to see me." Peter said as he sat down.

Kate slide a file across the table towards him. "We need you to bring in this person."

Peter opened the folder to see just a picture. The woman in the photo was obviously aware that a photo was being taken because she was smiling right at the camera. He couldn't tell much from it other than her obvious features. The main one being her bright brown eyes.

"Who is she?"

"She is the Impossible Girl. That kinda all we know and have on her."

Peter looked up at her. "Sorry?"

"She is … very good with technology. Every time we get a bit of information about her, she … hacks in our database and deletes herself. Even Matt hasn't found a way to stop her yet."

"She was mine." Matt argued.

Kate calmly turned to him. "But you got distracted."

Matt opened his mouth but closed it again before straightening his bow tie. David laughed at him.

"What did she do to you?"

Everyone looked at Matt as he started to turn red.

"We found him tied to a chair in just his boxers and bow tie. I will admit that it is the worst that we have found an agent." She turned back to Peter. "You are our last hope of bringing her in."

"I won't get distracted." He tried to reassure her.

After doing a bit of asking around, he found out that she had gone under a number of names. Clara, Oswin, Oswald just to name a few. There was nothing really linking her to anything. He did a quick search for the names he had before remembering that she wasn't on the system any more.

He sat back on his chair and ran his hands through his hair. He should really get it cut, it was getting unmanageable. His hair that was.

Peter looked at his phone. He still had a few contacts from his earlier days that could possibly help him out. It wasn't necessarily the thing to do though. Kate always preferred it if they did their own research but they all usually had a starting point. He only had a picture.

He pocketed his phone before leaving his desk. It wasn't going to be the phone that he called them on, but he had to take it with him.

Peter arrived at the house and gave a quick look to his left and right before knocking on the door. She had told him what to knock beforehand so that they knew it was him. He knew that they couldn't let any old soul in.

The door opened to a short, stocky man opened the door.

"Doctor."

"Strax." Peter said as he entered the house.

"She has been waiting for you. You know that she doesn't like to be kept waiting."

"Sorry, the boss wanted a word to see how I was progressing."

It was the golden rule between them. They knew Peter's name but used his codename as a way of trying to protect him. There was still a few people out there that didn't need to know about the Doctors and who they were.

In return, Peter wouldn't ask what they were doing. These were people that he had met during his last job and they were probably the last people that Kate wanted to know about him, let alone help him with his mission.

"He is here."

Peter took a seat as Strax left the to it.

"How has life been treating you then Doctor?" The woman opposite asked.

"Good and you Vastra?"

"Same. Now what can I do for you?"

Peter reached inside his jacket for the photo and handed it over to her. "I need to find out about this woman."

"Pretty."

He smiled. "Of course that would be your first opinion."

"Why?"

"I don't actually know. I just have to find her and bring her in. I don't think I am meant to tell you this but I am their last hope. She must be dangerous or have done something wrong. We don't just bring in people for not good reason."

Vastra looked at him. "I will get onto it."

"Thank you."

"Well I do owe you, don't I?"

"I think I owe you for a hell of a lot more." He smiled at her before getting up.

"I would ask you why you changed your career again but I doubt that you will ever give me a straight answer."

"I was chosen by them. I didn't think it was something you said no to."

"I still think you are running from something."

He chuckled. "Oh I am. I am running from anything and nothing."

He turned to leave. He exited the room and said a quick hello to Jenny, who he had helped out from being caught, before leaving the house. If there was someone who was going to help him find her, it was going to be the Paternoster gang.