Happy Thanksgiving! Again I'm sorry this took forever, I have procrastination issues and trouble focusing and I'm terrible at making up excuses… I promise I won't take forever on the next chapter and that it will be longer.
"So what are you here for?" the Doctor asked.
After banging her head on the wall, Zahara stared at him. "You seriously do not know who I am or what I did?"
"Well, I know your name is Zahara Dire and you're going to court in-" he glanced at his watch "-two hours and that I will be defending you and to do so I must know what you did."
Zahara kept staring at him. If his accent wasn't hard enough to understand, his talking fast wasn't helping either. "Where have you been living the past decade? I'm the criminal of the century!" And proud of it, she added in her head.
"I travel. A lot. Everywhere. All of time and space… It's great fun. This one time-" Zahara cleared her throat. If there was one thing she couldn't stand, it was ramblers. "Oh right! The crimes… What did you do?" he asked again.
Zahara sighed and sat up straight. "Let's see… I've hacked Area 51.2 fourteen times-"
"Fourteen times?" the Doctor said in disbelief.
"I started when I was eleven," she continued like it was no big deal, "I've rigged the presidential election three… no four times-"
"So you've been at it since you were a teenager? 'Cause they only have elections every four years. Eight if they reelect the bloke who was president before." The Doctor interrupted again.
"Yes. And are you gonna interrupt after everything that I say?"
"Sorry."
"Anyways, I've stolen a super sonic jet twice, not the same one, attempted to assassinate the president three times and finally got him the fourth time, mugged the Brazilian ambassador, beat up a bunch of Marines, stole a few guns from a few cops, and stole newspapers everyday for the past nine years." She said as if it was nothing. "Oh and I cussed out a priest."
"You do realize that just the Marine part should have you dead." The Doctor stated after a moment.
"Yeah… so you can get me outta this, right?" Zahara asked.
"Give me five minuets." He said almost to himself. The Doctor began to pace around the hall, muttering to himself which made him sound even crazier because he talked with his hands. He kept on, occasionally asking Zahara an impossible to understand question that he answered before she could even respond. After only three minuets, he disappeared around the corner.
"Doctor?" Zahara stood behind the bars of her cell. "Doctor, where are you going?"
"Looks like I was right…" the Doctor said walking back in front of her cell.
"Right about what?" Zahara asked.
"The security here is mad tight, there's only one way you're getting out alive…" he said, a smile spreading across his face.
"What? And why are-"
"Just stay here, I won't be gone for a second… literally." As soon as he was gone, a powerful wind filled the cell. But there weren't any windows and it wasn't coming from the hall. It was coming from the corner opposite where Zahara was standing. The faint noise that sounded like a machine wheezing grew louder as she turned to see something beginning to materialize from where the wind came from. The wind grew stronger with the sound and the object became clearer. But it couldn't be… that just didn't make sense…
Standing in her prison cell was a blue police phone box.
"What the…" Zahara muttered as the door swinging open and the Doctor popped his head out.
"Isn't she magnificent?" he walked out and stood in front of her. Zahara remained speechless. "This is my TARDIS. Time and relative dimension in space."
"Wha…" she said faintly "How… but it's a box. How do you time travel in a… What?"
"I told you, only way out alive. Hop in." he smiled.
"It's a box." Zahara stated, having found her voice again.
"Yes! And she is also quite noisy when it comes to landing so the guards may have heard her and may be on their way her and she is you only way out alive…" the Doctor said stepping out of the way so she could enter the TARDIS. Reluctantly, she went in.
"Oh my god…"