Sorry it's been so long since I last updated but it's report card week so I've been busy studying and doing projects and that sort of stuff. Anyways there is one chapter before the part 2 2 week hiatus which I know you all will love. Enjoy!

Chapter 20: Twelve Hours

"I'm back!" The Doctor gasped as he burst out of the TARDIS into our flat.

"About time," I commented.

"How long have I been gone?" He panted.

"About a week," John replied.

"Are Amy and Rory still here? They must be I already checked their house."

"We're both here, Amy just ran out to the shop," Rory commented, poking his head out of the washroom. A cheap, plastic toothbrush was hanging out of his mouth and toothpaste was foaming around his lips.

"Well," The Doctor started, "It's only been a couple of hours for me."

"Could you have come a couple hours after you left in the first place?" I asked, not removing his eyes from his work.

"Uh, no. What's the date? Did I get it right?" The Doctor asked.

"It's February 3rd. Why? What's so important about today?" John said.

"I don't know what's going to happen but Steven Moffat told me that today was a big day for us!" he shouted excitedly.

"Moffat? You spoke to him?" John asked again.

"Well where do you think I went?" The Doctor said.

"I don't-"

"Don't answer that. I'm going to find Amy she needs to be here!" He called as he ran out of the flat.

I focused my attention back onto my research. Or at least what attention I had left. The Doctor was finally back! I deduced without effort that excitement was soon to follow and I hid a smile behind my microscope.

As for Amy and Rory, I would finally be rid of them! Of course they didn't realize how much discomfort they were causing me. Not that I didn't like the two but they were just so average. Kisses in the kitchen every morning, where I was doing my experiments, then again before bed right where I was watching TV. It was so annoying. Not to mention inappropriate. Plus it was taking away from my time with John.

Since Amy and Rory moved in temporarily, John had been going back home to Mary every night. He didn't want the flat to become over crowded. Of course I didn't believe that for a second since he was here from 8am-9pm every day. It was really because he knew he had to go home to his wife at some point and with the investigation going on there was a perfect excuse to leave early and get in late. Plus the flat was crowded during night times at the moment so it wouldn't have been very comfortable anyways.

Seconds later the Doctor was back. He was sweaty, gasping for breath and he had something clutched in his hand. He couldn't have just run downstairs, come back up and ended up looking like that. He had to have run a ways. I must have tuned out again in my excitement. But something was definitely wrong.

John jumped to his feet when the Doctor came in, "What's wrong?"

The Doctor simply gasped to gain control of his breath and handed John the note.

"Oh my God, Doctor," he said as his jaw dropped.

"What? What is it?" I asked, immediately getting to my feet. Something was definitely horribly wrong.

I took the note from John's hand and read it aloud:"Dearest John Watson, Sam and Dean Winchester, Rory Williams, Sherlock Holmes and last but not least, Doctor.

If you ever want to see Amelia Pond again, come and find her. You have 12 hours before she will be killed."

I quickly examined the note. It was written in black ink. A simple, ordinary pen, but very carefully written. The handwriting was almost perfect which meant that there was care put into the note. I knew who it was from right away, but it wasn't written by him. Moriarty was careful and would never actually write on a threatening note because it could give us evidence against him. I guessed a trusted colleague of his, possible Richard Roman or Sebastian Moran. The note was obviously carefully planned out. The order of names told me that much. The Doctor and I were last, which showed who the note was directed to, and John followed by Sam, Dean and Rory was in order of least important to Amy to the most important. This note was not simply scribbled on a page and handed to us. Moriarty was taunting us.

"We have to find her," John said and I snapped back into reality.

"What's going on?" Rory demanded when he came into the room.

"Rory, I'm sorry," The Doctor took the note from me and handed it to him.

"No. Doctor we have to find her now! How could you let this happen?!" Rory screamed.

"In the TARDIS," The Doctor said. He grabbed mine and John's wrists, trying to get out of the way of the angry Rory, and dragged us into the TARDIS behind him.

"You'd better have a plan for this," Rory said as he stormed into the TARDIS.

"I already know exactly where Moriarty is. So, yes. I suppose you could say I have a plan," The Doctor smiled.

I stepped out of the TARDIS first, eager to see what adventure the Doctor was about to take us on. I knew immediately why we were here. It was an old, dodgy motel. The place was small so it wouldn't charge much for a couple of nights. The sign on the window said that they accepted American money. Sam and Dean never expected to be staying at a motel while here because they were staying with Kevin Baker, so they never exchanged their money for ours. So they needed a place to stay that would accept what they had.

"I thought we were done with them?" I turned around and asked the Doctor.

"No. We need them. Moffat said so. We go into this together or not at all," The Doctor explained.

"This is a waste of time!" Rory yelled, "We need to get to Amy!"

"We have 12 hours," I commented.

"Yes, well she could be getting tortured right now! He could be doing anything to her!".

I shut up after that. I knew where he was coming from. He loves Amy, which was blinding him from seeing the truth that there was more than enough time to find her. I had done it in 8 hours. It would have taken me much longer, I knew, if it was John who I needed to save.

"We'll just be a minute," The Doctor said and went into the motel. We followed him.

I wasn't sure, once we found the Winchester's room, how we would get in. Convincing them to help us was a piece of cake but convincing them to let us in so we could explain was a different story. But the Doctor clearly had a plan. He walked straight up to the door and pulled out a screwdriver from his pocket. At first I thought he was going to pick the lock, but that was so un-Doctor. Then the screwdriver lit up and started making a whirring noise. A sonic screwdriver? Not possible. But believe it or not, the door clicked open and we strode inside.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Dean gasped. He was sitting on one of the two beds and Sam was sitting on the other. Standing in front of them was a strange man with black hair and vibrant blue eyes. But what really took me by surprise was that he didn't even blink when we barged in, he was standing up perfectly straight and didn't sway in any way like regular humans did. There was something different about this man. He was squinting at us in confusion.

"Oh, who's this?" The Doctor smiled.

"None of your business!" Dean shouted.

"What do you want?" Sam asked.

"It's Amy, she's in danger," The Doctor explained.

"Why should we help you?" Dean demanded, "You nearly got Sam killed."

The Doctor seemed at a loss of words so, before he said anything stupid, I stepped forward, "In the year 2009 the Doctor, Amy and Rory came back in time specifically to save you. The Doctor chose you over every victim that Moriarty has ever taken and saved your lives. Had they been one second off then you both would be dead. Also, the Doctor may have risked Sam's life but he's saved it more than he's risked it while John and I have been involved. He could have left Sam to die that day, but he didn't. He's saved your lives more than he's put them in danger and I'd say that you owe him this one time to help save someone he loves. Even if you don't think the Doctor deserves this, think about poor Amy. You risk your own lives to save people you've never even met, never will, yet you are refusing to help Amy who saved you. What has Amy done to deserve this?"

Dean looked down in embarrassment. I'd convinced him. The Doctor looked over at me and winked. Job well done, Sherlock! His eyes said.

"I think it's a reasonable argument," The strange man said.

"Fine," Dean said, "Everyone this is Castiel. Castiel this is everyone," he said and sauntered out of the room.

I listened calmly to the whooshing sound of the TARDIS as it landed. After all this time it was like music to my ears. Even if it wasn't being flown properly like the Doctor said. I'd do anything to get my hands on one of these TARDIS' but apparently this was the last. It could help John and I immensely with our investigations.

"We're here," The Doctor said darkly. I felt the butterflies stir in my stomach when I looked over at the doors.

"Ready?" John asked.

"Not really," Sam replied.

"Geronimo," the Doctor said sadly.

I left the TARDIS last. Before I stepped out I took one final glace behind me, knowing that this could quite possibly be the last look I get at the beautiful orange glow of the bigger-on-the-inside room.

Outside the TARDIS, I could tell that we were inside a building. The smell of the air was musty and the floor beneath my feet was firm. I would usually have been able to identify this with my eyes, except the only thing that was letting me see was the light on top of the TARDIS. If I were to stretch my arm out to it's full extent, I would hardly be able to see my fingers. The room was pitch black, and we were right in the middle of it.

"Where are we, Doctor?" Rory asked.

"I have no idea, but I'm guessing Moriarty wants us to find out. Stay here," the Doctor said as he pushed his way back into the TARDIS.

"I can not even identify our location. There is a barrier up, blocking my senses. I am powerless here," Castiel said out of nowhere. John, Rory and I turned to him in shock and horror.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I am Castiel," he said simply.

"No but what are you? Not any kind of human I've ever met."

"I am an angel of the Lord," he said without emotion.

"What, seriously?" John asked.

"I am in fact serious," Castiel said.

John laughed, "You weren't lying then?"

Sam shook his head.

The Doctor came out of the TARDIS, his arms overflowing with flashlights. He handed one to each of us. One for everyone except himself.

"Doctor, what about you?" Rory asked.

"I have my sonic," he replied simply.

The Doctor led the way into the darkness. He put his sonic screwdriver back in his pocket as he stepped further and further into the darkness. I watched as it engulfed him and he was no longer visible. It sent a shiver down my spine.

I flicked my flashlight on more for the comfort of knowing that then Doctor was still there than to help me see the ground in front of me. My head jerked to the side when I felt someone brush up against me. But it was just John, he looked scared. So I didn't push him away, I let him stay close to me even when we started walking into the darkness.

Soon enough, too soon, we could no longer see the shining light cast by the TARDIS. We were depending solely on our flashlights. But we never got anywhere. The floor remained flat, and the darkness only seemed to get darker.

My flashlight started flickering and I cursed to myself mentally. Then I looked around to see it was happening to everyone's. Sam's was the first to die, then John's, Rory's, Castiel's then Dean's. Until only mine was left to flicker on it's own.

"Doctor?" Rory's voice trembled in fear. I stepped to my left to make sure John was still there, and he was. My flashlight died. We were left in darkness.

"Fear doesn't shut you down it wakes you up."

-Veronica Roth, Divergent