Apologies for the lateness of this update; I kind of forgot about this story as I thought no one was interested. Thanks to everyone who proved me wrong and I hope it'll get better. Apologies also for the shortness of the chapters.
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Sunday 18th December 7:38pm
Bodie couldn't shake the icy feeling that had followed him around all day. It was almost like some joker was continually walking over his grave. He gritted his teeth and returned his attention to the punch bag hanging in the corner.
He was wondering if joining CI5 – thwhack – had been a mistake. While Murphy and the rest – thwhack – were pleasant enough colleagues he just felt – thwhack – that he couldn't really talk – thwhack – to anyone. He was the tough no-nonsense – thwhack– one, either chatting up the ladies or drinking everyone else – thwhack – under the table but he didn't really trust – thwhackthwhack – any of them. Not even his partner – suddenly he stopped. The stupid little shiver tingled up his spine again and Bodie stiffened. He had been pushing it away in front of everyone else but here, alone, he couldn't ignore it. Bodie was slightly more superstitious than he liked to let on and somehow he thought it could only mean one thing. He was going to die. Soon.
Angrily he took another swipe at the bag which swung backwards on the chain.
"It's wrong." Startled, Bodie spun around so fast he almost fell over. Nothing moved in the warehouse, not even a skiff of dust to show a hidden enemy. Cautiously Bodie called out;
"Hello?" No answer. There wasn't really anywhere to hide and it hadn't sounded much like Macklin, or Towser for that matter. Who else would come here on a Sunday night? It was so eerily familiar; he knew he had heard it before. Where? Africa? Liverpool? London? He shook his head and turned back his training. Abruptly he heard the door open and steps echo on the floor.
"William Bodie?"
"Just Bodie," he spun round to see a gangly, spiky-haired blue-suited man enter the dusty room and stride across the floor until he was a meter or so away.
"Hello, I'm the Doctor, I'm new to CI5 and I'm wondering if you can help me with something very, very, VERY important." Bodie furrowed his brow and said;
"What?" Of all the agents he could've got to help he choose Bodie? Warily he regarded the man. He was a twig. He was taller than Bodie but Bodie felt that he would fall down if he was even slightly jostled. Desk job? The air of manic activity quickly overrode that.
"I said; hello I'm the Doc-"
"I heard you. What do you need help with?"
The Doctor shifted uneasily, realising he hadn't thought up a reply. He was felt if he started babbling on about the space-time-continuum and parallel universes or alternate dimensions this man might just sock him. He sensed the unease rolling off Bodie that coupled with a slightly depressed outlook on his situation made him hide himself away in the training warehouse. Also he had seen how hard he was hitting that punch bag.
"Uh," he started aware that Bodie was getting impatient. He flashed his psychic paper as a bit of a shield and continued. "Mr Cowley told me-"He never finished what he was going to say as something happened that either of them (least of all Bodie) did not expect.
It was the Doctor's cry of 'Look out!' that saved him. Bodie jerked around just as a small compacted beam of light arced across where he had been standing. He couldn't believe his eyes. A small vaguely humanoid creature was advancing on the pair. They hadn't heard it enter. It was a light brown-pink colour, the face looked drawn back with some nasty teeth, three tentacles extended from it's head and it was carrying what Bodie assumed was a weapon. It raised it again and pressed the button, but this time Bodie was quicker, he leaped out of the way and fumbled for his gun. Before he could draw it however, the Doctor whipped out a slim silver pen-ish device and pointed it at the creature. The weapon in the being's hand sparked and died. It gave a shriek of outrage and immediately stabbed at a button on its waist. Nothing happened.
"I wouldn't bother." The Doctor informed it, his hand pushing Bodie's gun away. "I've knocked out the teleport. Pretty handy thing, a sonic screwdriver." He spun the screwdriver between his fingers before adding to a bemused Bodie. "I don't like guns so put that away." Bodie scowled at him and reluctantly lowered it.
"What is that?" He asked in a voice full of disgust. The creature drew itself up and replied in a scratchy tone;
"Graske!"
"What the hell's a Graske!" The Doctor pointed at the defiant creature.
"That." He took a step closer to the Graske and continued. "It's an alien from the planet Griffoth, it causes trouble wherever it goes, stealing humans and replacing them with duplicates. Although… the last time someone I know met one it was working for someone else." With a sharp manner he addressed the Graske. "Who are you working for? Why are you trying to take him?" He jabbed a finger in Bodie's direction. Bodie's head spun, take him?! For a minute it continued a sullen silence before answering;
"His friend might want company."
"Whoa, whoa, his friend? What do you mean?" The Graske remained stubbornly uncommunicative as the Doctor walked towards it firing question after question.
Suddenly Bodie's ears caught a high pitched whirr, the Graske's face changed by only a millimetre but it was enough for Bodie to realise what had caused his glee.
"Doctor!" he yelled as he jumped sideways all-but dragging the Doctor with him. The light flashed out again and the Doctor was bringing the sonic screwdriver out it vanished in a beam of white light.
"Oh no, no, no!" The Doctor shook himself free of Bodie's grasp and raced over to where it had been. He bent over the spot and started running the sonic over it, it emitted a buzzing sound and a blue light but evidently the Doctor didn't find what he was looking for. He straightened up again and spun round with a determined look on his face.
"Quick!" he ordered, and sprinted out the door. Bodie followed him out into the dark of the winter evening to see the Doctor stop in front of a large blue box standing on the pavement a few inches away from his car.
"It's a police box, how the hell did that get there?" He exclaimed loudly. The Doctor didn't turn around, just called back.
"It's the TARDIS, c'mon!" He looked over his shoulder as he pulled the door open. "I can't exactly leave you here, not with that coming after you; at least you'll be safe in here. Well, safer anyway." Not entirely reassured Bodie followed him inside the box.
