I'm sorry that it took me so long but I didn't have internet access for a whole week. After Sunday I won't have internet access for another week again... -.-

Can you imagine me spending my free time reading books, writing and listening to music? No DVDs, no computer games (except for Lode Runner '94), no movies, no browsing, no facebook,...

Chapter 4

The sky was already becoming dark when Valentina, tall, black haired and pale skin, left the SF Police Department. She probably was the last one there except for a few young police officers who tried to impress their superior. She just wanted to get in her car when one of the white police cars stopped in front of the building. She sighed when she saw who had been arrested – again. The two cops helped her sister out of the car. "What is it this time?" Valentina wanted to know.

"She was seen close to a crime scene," Lieutenant Jefferson explained.

"They don't have any evidence yet," Theresa said.

"But we'd like to have a chat," their boss Marc Hill.

Valentina rolled her eyes and followed her boss back upstairs. She was the secretary of the murder department and probably had to write another report tonight. Jefferson and Valentina went to the observer room while Jefferson and Theresa entered the interrogation room. It wasn't the first time that Valentina's sister was arrested and it wasn't the first time either that she was being interrogated. She had been accused in several occasions and once she had been at court but found innocent. Only the twins knew the reason for that.

"What do you want to know this time?" Theresa asked bored.

"The body we found was Luis Marquez, a well-known drug dealer working for the Mexican Sanchez cartel."

"Fascinating. You know I don't deal drugs anymore. And I'm quite in favour of the Sanchez cartel."

"I didn't know that," Jefferson said happily that he found out one more detail about her. "But Marquez was their middle man for San Francisco. Now that he's dead, the Ramirez family can strengthen their relationship to the border."

"Actually, Miguel Ramirez died two hours ago in his hotel room. Hasn't the body been found yet?"

Jefferson was surprised for a moment so that he couldn't answer. It happened often that Theresa gave him hints about what was happening in the underworld, or about who she had recently eliminated, but she never gave them any evidence against herself.

"You killed both of them?"

"I didn't say that...but Marquez had some dirty deals with Ramirez. Someone didn't like that."

"The drug cartel have their own killer. Why hire one of the West Coast's best hit man?"

Theresa smiled about that compliment. "I have some relationships."

"Let me guess, you went to school with someone?" Jefferson asked, already knowing that Valentina and Theresa knew a lot of people through the British school they had visited.

Theresa only shrugged her shoulders. "Can I go now or am I going to spend tonight in a cell?"

"Great. You can go. But if we find evidence against you-"

"Have you ever?" Theresa asked sarcastically and stood up. Even if they found some, the British government would remove it immediately. Although she had risen in San Francisco's underground, she was one of the youngest MI5 spies. And since the British-American relationship was deteriorating, she couldn't be drawn back in time and was now stuck in the United States, waiting until she could return to the country which she was loyal to.

Jefferson removed her handcuffs and she left the interrogation room. "You wanna drive with me?" Valentina offered her sister and together they went to the little flat they shared together with Theresa's girlfriend.

They just arrived when Theresa got another SMS from her boss. "I'll have to go out tonight," she informed her sister when she grabbed her own keys from the kitchen table.

"Katie's out tonight as well. I'll call Dean," she answered and started calling her boyfriend. "See you later."

Theresa nodded and drove with her motorcycle to the abandoned factory in the industrial area. Her boss, Rend Burnie, was one of the big wheels in the West Coast's underground and therefore also a target by MI5. She already saw that something was wrong when she spotted FBI cars at the building. She quickly passed the agents – who already knew her as well – and walked over to Dave, Burnie's son and best friend of Theresa.

"You didn't call me to get me arrest twice in one night, did you?" she asked suspiciously. The FBI guys seemed to be searching the whole building.

"Let me guess. They suspected you in either the Marquez or the Ramirez case."

"Actually in both."

"Which one have you killed?"

"Both."

"You're a bad girl... The FBI isn't in charge here, it's another agency, calling themselves UNIT. FBI had wanted to storm this building ages ago but UNIT forbid them to touch anything that they're not looking for."

"Which would be?"

"No idea. Over there, that's UNIT," Dave said and pointed to some soldiers in military uniform.

"What the hell is the military doing here?" There asked surprised.

"No idea. But they said that they're not from the US government."

"Great," Theresa said and entered the old building herself. FBI agents were only standing around and being commanded by these UNIT soldiers who were obviously scanning the building. Theresa looked around and waited for a moment when nobody noticed her. She disappeared through a back door which lead to a room with a second floor. Although it was on no maps, this factory had a basement which had made it perfect for storing smuggled goods – and even people.

Theresa grabbed the torch which lay on the ground and climbed downstairs. As far as she knew, they were now only the latest drug delivery from the south and some arms that waited for a buyer. She walked around but then noticed a half-opened door through which light was shining. Only few people knew about the basement and no one would usually get down here right now – well, except for someone like her.

She sighed and opened the door completely. Like she, the people in the room stopped moving as well and turned towards her. As far as you could call them people. "Oh my God," Theresa muttered and did a step backwards. The 'things' stepped forward. They were big and the silver metal was shining by the artificial light source hovering under the ceiling. "What are you?" Theresa asked surprised and scared.

"They're Cybermen," a voice behind her said and a man grabbed her hand. She didn't have time to look around, but he draw her back. "Run!" he shouted and pushed her into the corridor.

The 'Cybermen' started to move and Theresa began stumbling backward. The unknown man took out something of his pocket and threw it at the first of these machines who came out of the door. It gave him some kind of electroshocks, it trembled and then fell down to the ground. The other Cybermen who had touched the first one, reacted the same way until all of them fell to the floor with a loud and rattling sound.

"What the hell was this?" Theresa said and her mouth dropped open when she walked toward the man. He was nearly the same height as she was, had brown hair and looked like being around thirty years old although he was wearing a suit that would rather fit to a grandfather – especially his bowtie.

"Cybermen. As I said. Didn't I also say that you should run?"

"Well, you deactivated them, didn't you?"

"Yes. Great thinking. You don't coincidentally know how they got here?"

"No...what are they? Enhanced humans, aliens?"

"You're quick."

"I like science fiction movies...you don't wanna tell me that they aren't people with masks?"

"Actually, they're people. Only their brains were removed," he said. Suddenly, they heard voiced and more light. "Who could that be?" he wondered and looked down the corridor.

"That's some kind of military called UNIT. They were searching something here...I think these 'Cybermen'...who are you after all?"

"I'm The Doctor. And you?"

"My name's Theresa."

"Nice to meet you Theresa."

"You're 'The Doctor'?"

"Yes, just simply 'The Doctor'?"

"The Doctor who?"

"Oh, I love when you say that. However, I don't wanna meet UNIT again," he decided and turned around to walk into the opposite direction.

"Where're you going? There're only two exits and they're both the other ways," Theresa said and walked after him.

"How do you know?"

"I work here."

"It's an abandoned factory used by criminals."

"I'm a criminal."

"I hate criminals."

"Great. But where are you going?" she asked and then stopped when she walked around the corner and saw a big blue box in front of her. "What's that?"

"A big, blue Police Box. Can't you read?"

"Well, I see that. Did you arrive here with this?"

"Yes, I did."

"What, are you an alien, too?"

"For a criminal, you're smart."

"Actually, I'm a British spy..."

"Do you kill people?"

"Sometimes it's inevitable."

"Then I still despise you," the man said and walked into the box.

"It's what I am told to do. It's not what I want to do. I never had a chance," she complained and walked after him into the box. "Oh my God," she muttered when she saw how big the room was in which she was now standing.

"Yeah, it's bigger on the inside," The Doctor said with a British accent.

"So you are an alien?" Theresa said and walked up the stairs to the console in the middle.

"Yes. I can get you out of here, but then you'll have to leave," he offered and before she could answer, he activated that "phone box" and suddenly it rocked and Theresa had to grab hold to not fall down. She heard a strange noise and then it became calm again. The Doctor looked at her with a satisfied look and not knowing what to think of this situation or him, she walked back to the door – and suddenly stepped out onto a bright street.

"Okay...so you moved us...and it's daylight," she said when she turned back to him.

He had come down the stairs and also looked out."Yes, it's a time-space ship. I travel with it."

"Where do you travel?"

"Everywhere. In time and space..."

"All alone...?"

"Yes, I'm grown up, I can watch myself."

"You deactivated those cyber-aliens but ran away from some humans of the military," Theresa pointed out.

"Well, I just don't want to meet them again...so, go home, think about your life and try to go studying."

"I have a job. Actually I have two."

"Spying and killing. Not what a young girl should do. Aren't you a bit too young to be an agent?"

"Britain has a special department to train children. You aren't too young to be an agent as you can't be too young to die. You know more about killing than you want to admit..."

"I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Who have you killed? What have you done so that you needed to rescue me."

"What?"

"You have done bad things. Now you want to help people, save the Earth and balance your actions. I see that in your eyes. They're older than you look."

"I'm older than you can imagine...your name was Theresa, wasn't it?"

She nodded.

"I could offer you one trip, Theresa. I'll give you the chance to see better things than you can imagine. Just one trip and you promise me you'll change your life."

"You just said you'd travel alone."

"You're a nice girl. And you're smart. I only travel with the best."

"That means you had some friends you travelled with?"

"Yes," he answered and went back into the box.

"What happened to them? Why aren't they with you anymore?" she asked suspiciously and walked after him.

"Some died, some were left behind, some decided to go. I can't promise your safety either," he said with a dark look on his face.

"I don't care. And it isn't like that my current life would be less dangerous," she answered and had a look at his consoles.

"So, where do you want to go?" he asked finally.

"Of all time and space?"

"Of all time and space."

"Somewhere in the future, a planet far away from earth," she decided and he started his 'big, blue police box'.

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