A/N: I am sorry, I am so sorry. I should've posted this sooner but I didn't finish the story in time. This is also a really long chapter, I couldn't find a stopping point. Enjoy!

PS: SON, you know what I mean.

Chapter 12

The Doctor sadly watched how frantic Mrs. Davis was before she disappeared to call the police. On any other circumstances he wouldn't have been too keen on allowing the police into anything, they never really did much in these scenarios but mess things up.

The article did say the police had searched though, so he had to let it happen. He muttered a thanks to the teacher as she dropped him off at Alli's classroom.

As he stepped inside he forgot for a second how little things were in elementary schools. He felt like a giant when he stepped up towards a desk that barely made it to knee height. He crouched down near the desks and looked at the taped name tags written in cursive to find her name.

When he found hers he couldn't help but smile at the graffiti that decorated nearly every square inch of all her things.

He chuckled at the drawing she had currently been making before she left for recess. The paper supported a big blue box with the words Police Public Call Box scribbled on it. There were two people next to it that had bright colors of pink and yellow on one and stripes of brown and blue on the other.

He opened her desk and raised his eyes in surprise as more drawings poured out of the desk. He picked them up, but became interested in a worn and thoroughly used blue notebook that fell out of the pile.

Opening it up, the first page warned anyone who read it that this belonged to Alli Rose and they would be punished. Still the same he thought from the similar warning on her door when he last met her. Turning to the first page he looked completely shocked.

Pages were hastily written in after waking up in a daze about dreams that sent shivers up one's spine. The opposite page held the drawings of what she saw, nearly every single one had the disturbing color of red flowing out from the people she drew if it wasn't herself.

"Oh Alli, what happened to you?" He silently murmured to himself as he went through the pages that seemed just as disturbing as the last.

He pocketed the notebook into his jacket when he tore himself away from it long enough to continue on his search. He noticed her small backpack hanging on the low hooks of the wall and opened it up to look through it.

She really was a smart girl as he noticed all the graded papers she kept inside, always having A's on them. There wasn't much else he could find so he decided to pull out his Genetic Tracker to find where she usually was in the room.

He walked over to a section of the teachers desk and saw a page written in Alli's handwriting saying over and over 'I must not lick everything'.

"What did I say? 'Tasting is a very useful and underappreciated sense.' I knew I'd win that bet!" He yelled at himself. He pressed a few other buttons to follow any traces of her saliva instead.

He spun around and ran after the signal down the hall until he came up to a school psychologist office. His eyes shot up as he rapped quickly on the door and let himself in, Why would she be in here? he wondered to himself.

He was met by a cluttered office and a rather young man with dirty blonde hair sitting behind the desk, going through a folder that was cluttered with drawings and a picture, the Doctor could only guess who's folder that was when his machine made a satisfying ding. The Doctor quickly stuffed it into his pocket when the man looked up with bright hazel eyes and put on a smile as he stood up and held his hand out.

"Hello, I'm the Doctor nice to meet you!" He said excitedly as he shook his hand energetically.

"Hi, I'm Phil Forrenger, can I help you Doctor…?" He trailed off.

He chuckled as he continued the conversation, "Oh no, just the Doctor, so tell me, who's folder is that then? Seems a bit full."

"Sorry, can't tell you, patient confidentiality and all that." He said as he closed the file and set it back on the pile.

"Well, this might help with that." As he held up his psychic paper. "And if I might take a guess, that's Alli Rose's folder."

Phil's eyebrows receded to his hairline as he read what appeared on the paper. "Wow, I didn't know she had a therapist from England, didn't think she really needed one."

"Yeah well, now that we got that out of the way, do you mind if I take a look? Didn't think so, thank you!" He said while taking the file before he could interrupt.

"Not at all since you're her therapist. So tell me, has she told you anything about her dreams? She refuses to tell me for some reason." He sat back down in his well worn chair and rolled over to the Doctor. His mountain of folders otherwise blocking his view.

The Doctor scanned through her analysis, and questioned why barely anything had been filled out from her being here so often. "Sure, but first…" He said setting the folder down, "Why is there so little after two years?"

"I wish I could tell you, she doesn't answer the questions or do the tests in a normal way for me to draw any conclusion about her. Even something as mundane as an inkblot test, she says something completely different that doesn't match. All I could get from her is that she has strange dreams and she won't even tell me about them, just changes the subject. Nothing even happened to her in the past so I can't even find out why she licks everything."

"Yeah, don't worry about that." He muttered before continuing, "And as for the dreams, I would love to hear your opinion on these." He pulled the tattered blue notebook out from his pocket and handed it over to an elated Phil.

"She has a dream journal?! Is she alright with me reading this?" When he motioned to the colorful warning on the first page.

"Yeah, bout that." He scratched the back of his head, not sure how to say she was missing, "She seemed to have wandered off when I showed up, quite efficiently too since no one can find her. I haven't seen her in a while and need to know how she's been acting to help look for her."

Phil's eyes widened, radiating with worry. "Oh my God, when did she go missing? I just saw her a couple hours ago." The Doctor looked at him in interest before he continued, "She tossed some food for some experiment and it got stuck on the ceiling. Anyway, do you think this will help?" He motioned to the dream journal.

"It might, it'd be better if you go over it though since you've been with her more recently. Do you have any idea to where she might have gone?"

"None, she talks my ear off but never says anything." The Doctor smiled at that, "If anyone would know anything it would be her friend, Christian Vanders."

"Thank you, can I ask though, why did she get sent here in the first place?" The Doctor thought he might know the answer judging that she was sent here when she was in first grade.

"Yeah, it was terrible, she was taking a nap and woke up screaming and crying. We asked her what she dreamed about but the only thing we got from her was 'Stop killing me.'" His voice was low as he recalled the memory, "I don't know what happened to her, but it must have been horrific."

"That notebook might give you an idea of why she didn't want to tell you anything. I'll be back in a minute and see what this Christian knows, you look that over and tell me what you think." The Doctor turned to run out the door before hearing an audible whisper "Whoah." from Phil as he turned the first page.

As he turned the corner he instantly ran into Rose and Christian. He caught Rose just before she was about to fall, "Whoa, there you are! I was just looking for you both in fact, by the way, I won that bet. Turns out she was sent to the school psychiatrist for licking stuff, among other things. So what'd you find?"

"He knows us Doctor." Rose stated simply so the Doctor couldn't ramble on any further.

"What?" He squeaked quietly. "What do you mean?"

"Christian here already knew about us from our little friend, he has an idea of where she might be, but-"

"Oh I thought I told her not to tell anybody!" He cut her off, "Good thing I didn't tell her too much or else there might have been-"

"Doctor!" She yelled, "There's something else though, Christian thought that she was with us."

The Doctor's eyes widened when the realization finally kicked in. "Oh! I was wondering what the TARDIS was doing but I didn't think that she would have let her in! Unless she slipped through the doors when we opened them. God, my head is so thick sometimes!" He slapped the side of his head as he turned to the frightened child staring up at him like he was insane.

"What's the TARDIS doing? What do you mean?" Rose asked.

"The moment we were both outside she must have slipped in before you could close the doors, I should have noticed but the TARDIS was covering it up."

Christian just stood with his mouth agape before closing it and attempting to form words. "Uh-um w-what's a TARDIS? Does this mean you know where Alli is?"

"Well, we might, but it's a long shot." He said lamely, he figured Rose would know he's lying but she couldn't come back, so he wouldn't risk raising anyone's hopes. "Thing is, there's a lot still here that could help find out more about Alli." This time he turned to Rose expectantly as if asking for her permission.

"I'll stay here and find out more. Just leave me your psychic paper for when the police show up." She was still going to ask a couple of the other students some questions. They were both sure she was on the TARDIS but something was off about this girl.

He quickly handed over the psychic paper, "Also, if you don't mind picking up her dream journal I lent to the school psychiatrist to look over, just tell him you're with me." With that he turned quickly to run down the streets shortly after a police car pulled up.

She sighed as she took a hold of the gingers hand, "This is going to be a longer day than I thought."

A/N: Next chapter is coming, but I have some days that's going to be an absolute hell. I know you don't care, just letting you know now. lol. Just wondering, would you like me to write any other stories? I have some ideas but I'm not sure if I should get distracted. Let me know, Love you all! Don't worry, you'll find out who found her soon, ;)