SO sorry it took me forever to get this up to the four people reading this. Literally the day after I posted the first chapter, I realized I had a bazillion things going on and life got kinda chaotic. BUT, nonetheless, here's the real story:

Captain Jack Harkness is a regular at Angles & Demons. The New Detroit bar was like Mos Eisley in the 20th century movie, Star Wars. It was a favorite of not only Jack, but a lot of other questionable characters. The only downside was that the Judoon searched the place every Sunday looking for escaped criminals. Needless to say, the bar was empty Sundays, but purchasing alcohol on a Sunday was illegal in the state of New Michigan anyways.

As if that matters to any scumbag here, Jack thought, finishing his drink. He looked around. This was about the time when he chose his next victim. It didn't take him long to spot her. As usual, his target was the best looking person in the building (witch would normally take him forever to decide), but tonight was different. This time, he hit the jackpot. Across the room he spotted her. She was tall and thin. Her long black hair was tied into an elegant braid over her shoulder. Her dark eyes were scanning the room as Jack's had before. Lucky for Jack, she didn't see him. She looked like she was searching for someone. Now's my chance, Jack thought, beginning to make his way over to his next victim.

"Hello, gorgeous," Jack said upon reaching her. He took her hand and kissed it. "Captain Jack Harkness. And you would be…?"

She rolled her eyes and stopped at his wrist. Sitting there was her prize, the vortex manipulator. He fell right into my trap, the stupid boy, Zahara thought.

"What? Don't act like you don't love it." Jack moved closer. She'd fall into his trap any time now.

"I don't do Time Agents," Zahara said and walked away. Her plan was working perfectly.

"Who said I was a Time Agent?" he called chasing after her.

"Vortex manipulator. Dead give away."

"Oh, this? Stolen."

"So you're a thief, eh?"

"You're the thief!"

Zahara became tense. He knew who she was.

"You've stolen my heart…" Jack said.

Zahara relaxed. Her plan was still going strong.

"And I never even got your name, sweet heart," he moved closer again. A criminal like him just might do her some good. She'd get her transport and possibly a partner in crime.

"Don't tell anyone but…" she leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I'm Zahara Dire."

"No…" he muttered.

Zahara shot him a questioning look. "Excuse me?"

"The Judoon are here." Jack was looking across the room where, sure enough, the Judoon had decided to show their ugly faces.

Thinking quickly, Zahara grabbed Jack's wrist and entered the coordinates for her hideout in his vortex manipulator. Nothing happened. "Why isn't it working?" Zahara said annoyed.

Jack began to fiddle with the devise himself. "I don't know-"he was shoved back by a crowd trying to run from the Judoon. Zahara cursed to herself and shoved through the crowd looking for the back exit. If they caught her… she didn't want to think about it. Before she could even react, she felt something grab her from behind.

"The Judoon want you in handcuffs. I need money. Let's make this easier for everyone." Jack whispered in her ear.

"And I thought we could be partners…" she said. It wasn't too late to get him on her side.

"In your dreams," he laughed. He raised his sonic blaster to her ear and it emitted a high pitched frequency. Zahara's world faded to black.

When Zahara woke up behind bars and in handcuffs, her first thought wasn't how she got there, but how she'd been so stupid to fall into the trap that she set. It should have been Jack in prison and her planning her next crime. Now she was facing the death sentence. If she could be lucky, she could get away with being sentenced to spending the rest of her life in jail and then break out easily. And if she was really lucky, she would get to go to court instead of being killed instantly. Zahara had never been religious, but at that moment she prayed for a way out alive. She sighed. In handcuffs and behind bars. How could I be so stupid?

"You're lucky they didn't decide to kill you immediately, Dire," the guard outside har call said. Zahara glared at him.

"You're trial's at noon," he continued, "this is your lawyer, Doctor… uh, what did you say it was?" he turned around only to find the "Doctor" he was addressing was gone. "Where did he-"

"Here I am!" a New English (she assumed from his voice) call from the other end of the hallway. "Sorry, I was just catching up! Found a few old mates!"

The man, who Zahara assumed was a doctor, was standing there with a cheeky grin on his face and a mischievous gleam in his green eyes, which seemed too old for his young face. Then again, he was warring a bowtie. "Hello, I'm the Doctor. Just the Doctor, by the way. I'll be your lawyer today."

"Right…" the guard said staring at him like he was crazy (which he probably was) "You've got two hours 'til the trial. Don't try anything clever." And with the he left Zahara with the "Doctor".

"So," he said leaning on the bars of her cell, "What are you here for?"

Zahara groaned and hit her head on the wall behind her. I'm dead.