The void, Time Lords and saving people.
Chapter thirteen:
Disclaimer sadly
When the Doctor realised who this oddly dresses newcomer was ( A/N just so you know, she has her trench coat on, black combat boots that stop around mid shin and a dark blue time era appropriate dress that stops just above the boots, I have no idea at all about clothing so the rest can be up to your imagination.), he tried not to acknowledge the twinge of sadness he felt. He thought, no, hoped and wished that it could be Ro- her, it was a stupid dream he had had once or twice since they had met the nameless Time Lady that made him think of it, despite the hight difference, if the mask went, there would be his pink and yellow human, but no, would forever only be a teasing, painful dream. 'Concentrate Time Lord he mentally scolded himself.' He snapped out of his thoughts and concentrated on the situation at hand, murder, murder and Agatha Christie, murder, Agatha Christie and the day she disappears, bloody hell, dose this always have to happen when he meets someone famous?
Oh that right, he's the Doctor, silly him.
Right now, himself, Jenny, Donna, 'Rosaline', Agatha Christie and the rest of the party were heading to the library. When they got there, the Doctor was the first one in, when he opened the door and spotted the body, he ran over to it and crouched down to get a better look at the wound on the back of the professor's head, he was followed by his companions, the Time Lady and Agatha, who all, but the time lady, crouched around the body as well, examining it. 'Rosaline' though was over near the fire place looking at a small bit of paper.
"Oh, my goodness," Greeves the butler said when he came in and saw the body.
The Doctor put on his brainy specs and studied the body closer, "Bashed on the head, blunt instrument, watch broke as he fell." He listed off and taped the watch on the professor's wrist, "Time of death was quarter past four," he said reading the time on said watch and the got up and started to riffle through the papers on the desk.
"A bit of pipe, i would think that would be blunt enough," Jenny said, motioning to the metal pipe on the ground.
Agatha quietly moved over to the Time Lady and she pasted the little bit of paper to the writer, she had a look at it and slipped in her bag, nether of them noticing the Doctor was watching them via the reflection of the glass doors of a small bookcase.
"Nothing worth killing for in that lot, dry as dust," the Doctor
"Hold on, the Body In The Library? I mean, Professor Peach, in the library, with the lead piping?" Donna asked, standing next to the Doctor, trying to point out the similarities between this situation and one of Agatha's plots.
And the the rest of the party burst in and started talking over each other
"Let me see."
"Out of my way."
"Gerald?"
"Saints preserve us."
"Oh how awful."
"Someone should call the police," Agatha said quieting the others, standing up from the seat she was perched on.
"You don't have to, Chief Inspector Smith from Scotland Yard, known as the Doctor. My sister (Jenny's cover) and Miss Noble are my assistants that tagalong on cases and shall be helping through out this one," he said loudly, showing the psychic paper around
"I say," Lady Edison breathed.
"Mrs Christie was right, go into the sitting room, I will question each of you in turn," he continued.
"Come along, do as the Doctor says and leave the room undisturbed, we need true evidence," the name less Time Lady said, herding the others out of the small library with Agatha following them to the siting room.
"'Assistants that tagalong,' really?" Jenny asked him.
"No policewomen in 1926," he replied as he spotting something on the ground.
"Oh, of course," Donna said annoyed, then sighed, "why don't we phone the real police?" She asked in the same tone.
"Well the last thing we want is PC Plod sticking his nose in, especially now I've found this. Morphic residue," the Doctor said as he picked up a bit of goo from the ground with a wooden thing with a metal pointy thing at the end.
"Morphic residue? You mean the substance left behind when certain species genetically re-encode?" Jenny asked as she walked up next to her dad to get a better look at the goo.
"Correct, very good Jenny," but then he frowned and looked at her, "when did you find that out?" He asked.
She shrugged a bit, "got bored one time when Donna was sleeping and went to the library and found a book about different aliens," the it was Jenny's turn to frown, "do humans always sleep that much?" She asked, it was a question that had been bugging her for some time.
"A minimum of eight hours for every 24, thought most prefer much more," he answered.
"Really? Well that's rubbish, wasting all that time sleeping when there's all that universe to see," she said shaking her head.
"I know, I know," he said, trying not to laugh at the glare from Donna he could literally fell on his back.
"Oi! Can you two concentrate please, so the murderer's an alien?" The ginger temp asked as she moved up next to the irritating aliens.
"Yep, which means one of that lot is an alien in human form," he answered.
"But really, think about it. There's a murder, a mystery, and Agatha Christie," Donna said, still trying to get the Doctor to notice.
"So? Happens to me all the time," he said off handedly.
"No, but isn't that a bit weird? Agatha Christie didn't walk around surrounded by murders, not really, I mean, that's like meeting Charles Dickens and he's surrounded by ghosts at Christmas," Donna said, getting a bit annoyed.
The Doctor didn't get the chance to say any thing els, not that he would of, before 'Rosaline' came back in.
"Have you lot actually found any thing or are you just going to talk all day?" She asked in the, he will admit, impressive northern accent she put on that was a lot like his last body's one.
"I found some Morphic residue," he said grinning, holding it up.
Hearing that, she thumped her forehead against the wall with a grown and walked out of the book filled room. The trio followed the annoyed woman to the outside of the library next to the steps.
"Well since this is happening, next thing you know, you'll be telling me it's like Murder On The Orient Express, and they all did it," Donna said as the walked out.
"Murder on the Orient Express?" Agatha asked as she came out of a room near them.
"Ooo, yeah, I've read that one, it's one of your best," Jenny said.
"But not yet," her dad said quietly.
"Marvellous idea, though," she frowned and looked over at the 'Rosaline', "wasn't that one you mentioned?" She asked.
"Um, I might of," she said quietly, blushing slightly in embarrassment, and looking any where but the Time Lord who was glaring at her.
"Anyway," the Doctor drew out the word, changing the subject, "Agatha and I will question the suspects. Donna and Jenny, you two search the bedrooms, look for clues and any more residue, You'll need this," he said holding out a large magnifying glass to his two companions.
"Is that for real?"Said Donna, while she gave him a 'are you serious' look from the ginger.
"Go on, you never know when you need a magnifying glass," he said grinning.
Donna just rolled her eyes and took the thing from him and walked up the stairs with a curios expression.
"Right then, solving a murder mystery with Agatha Christie. Brilliant,"the Time lord said excitedly while grinning, well until something grey flew down from upstairs and smacked him in the head with a light thunk and an "Ow!" From the Doctor.
He held his head where it hit him and glared up at his daughter who was leaning on the rail of the stairs glaring straight back at him.
"What was that for!" He cried indignantly.
The young Time Lady just groaned and walked away, shaking her head. 'Rosaline' pick up the thing that had been thrown, a small, grey mouse cat toy with wheels on the bottom of it, and stared at it quizzically before pocketing it.
"Doctor, there is a time and place to be exited about an alien induced adventure, just... not now," the Time Lady said pointedly.
"Right, sorry, yeah," he muttered sheepishly when he got Agatha's stern look.
"I'll work with you, gladly, but for the sake of justice, not your own amusement," the writer said in a tone that matched her expression.
"Yeah," he said.
"I guess I'll go out side, see if I can find any thing," 'Rosaline' said.
"Yes, good idea," The Doctor said, and with that, the remaining three walked off.
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Ok we all know what happens with the interrogations so I'm gonna skip them.
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Once the questioning was done, the pair paced around the siting room, having learnt nothing from any if them.
"No alibis for any of them," Agatha said as she paced, "The Secret Adversary remains hidden, we must look for a motive, use ze little grey cells," she said with a weird accent.
"Oh, yes, little grey cells, good old Poirot, you know, I've been to Belgium, yeah, i remember I was deep in the Ardennes, trying to find Charlemagne, he'd been kidnapped by an insane computer..." the Time Lord trailed off as he started reminiscing about that particular adventure in the forest.
"Doctor? Doctor," the writer called, snapping him out of the memory.
"Sorry," he said.
"Charlemagne lived centuries ago," she stated befuddled.
"I've got a very good memory," he said with a hint of a smirk.
"For such an experienced detective, you missed a big clue," she said, changing the subject, not even bothering with what he said.
"What, that bit of paper Rosaline nicked out the fire and gave to you?" He asked, smirking still.
"You were looking the other way," she replied.
"Yeah, but I saw you two reflected in the glass of the bookcase."
"You crafty man, this is all that was left," she said and brought out the chard bit of paper as the Doctor stood up to have a look at it.
"What's that first letter? N or M?" He asked.
"It's an M. The word is maiden."
"Maiden!" He exclaimed like he just figured something out, "What does that mean?" He asked after.
"We're still no further forward, our nemesis remains at large unless your sister and Miss Noble's found something," she said as the pair walked out.
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