Exterminator in Chief

Washington, DC..........

Cars zoomed by the morgue where the number of bodies began to slowly rack up. On the first day there were two, then three, then finally four. Quickly the odd occurrences reached out across the galaxy to a relatively small blue police call box, which floated at the edge of the Orion nebula. Within seconds it disappeared from the endless cosmos, to the side of the morgue. A man in a blue pinstripe brown suit sauntering out not a minute later, his hands resting nonchalantly in his pockets. Opening the glass door of the morgue, his eyes caught a glimpse of a motorcycle getting ready to turn into the parking lot, the woman's long hair dangling out from under the helmet.

The Doctor sniffed, arched his eyebrow then entered, immediately grabbing the attention of the receptionist at the front desk. "Can i help you sir?" The woman asked professionally; The Doctor flipped out his psychic paper in response and flashed it to her before tucking it away, "FBI, i need to go check out the bodies that just came in..important stuff. In a bit of a rush, best be off. This way right?". Without awaiting the woman's response, The Doctor sauntered off down the hallway, the woman left shaking her head before the sound of the door opening again grabbed her attention.

After shifting his body and feet past three corners and down two hallways, the morgue door lay in front of The Doctor, the porthole like window giving view to sight of the four bodies laid out with white tarps over them. Pushing the door open, The Doctor peered around, looking for the examiner at first but then moving his attention to the clip board resting on the edge of the table in front of him. Walking over to it, The Doctor picked it up and reviewed the medical examination of the bodies with peaking curiosity, "Third degree burns centered in the chest area only...now that's weird" he mumbled.

The Doctor swiftly turned his attention to the incoming person, first noticing her smile then the question she posed to him and her FBI oblivious apparel. "Oh..well..yeah, sort of. It's FBI here in America, where i'm from it's UNIT. Same thing..well...sort of" He replied to her question, glancing back at the clipboard as he set it down then turned to the bodies, "Yeah i was looking for the examiner but it looks like he's not here, or if he is he's just playing hide and seek".

As he spoke, The Doctor uncovered one of the first bodies, pulling back the tarp down to the waist to view the damage on the torso of the victim. "Kevin Michel, age twenty three, french decent...good guitar player" The Doctor exclaimed as he reviewed the body, his eyes immediately falling on the circular burn mark on the upper right hand corner of the chest. "Impact immediately left a third degree burn mark on the flesh...killed him instantly" He concluded, glancing at the hands of the victim then up at Emma, "Oh umm..the hands..no signs of restraint or fight back. No other injuries to the body apart from the one on the chest. Either mister Kevin here knew the killer...or he was taken by surprise" he finished with a sniff.

Suddenly the doors swung open and a man in a lab coat came dashing in, his face splattered with an angered and confused facial expression. "I never got any calls about any FBI agents coming here to inspect the bodies! Who are you and what do you want?!" The medical examiner proclaimed, the receptionist coming in behind him and the sound of the front door opening echoing into the room. "Just...just you know. Popping in, checking things out. But, but! My partner is an FBI agent!" The Doctor quickly began to muster up a cover up, "I'm in training. Learning from the best..well..trying to anyways. Bit hard to keep up with this one, big talker".

The medical examiner studied the badge presented to him by Emma, arching his left eyebrow as he glanced over to The Doctor then back to Emma with a nod of his head, "Yes Agent Morgan" he replied. Walking over to the bodies, the examiner peered over each one before turning to the already uncovered man, "Each body has the same injuries. Absolutely no defensive struggle signs on any of them...originally i thought it might have been an allergic reaction of some kind. But there are no signs of anything within their blood stream and the white blood cell counts are normal. My only explanation would be an explosive round, semi-close range. Not far enough to burn the rest of the body but close enough to make sure it only left this circular pattern you see here".

The Doctor listened intently, taking in all the possibilities the examiner offered before the sound of the doors opening grabbed his attention. In the doorway stood two police officers, behind them a stretcher with a woman laying on it, "Sir. We've got another one, just happened..". The ME's attention immediately shifted to the officers and in the incoming woman, "Hurry then! Hurry! Bring her in!" he insisted. Of course this peaked The Doctor's interest, being able to see a fresh marking of the shot and hopefully get more clues to who exactly is causing this.

Hurriedly the officers rushed the woman onto the last free table in the morgue, placing her down gently before walking out to leave the ME to his work. Uncovering the body, the ME immediately began to examine the body, noticing the familiar burn mark on the chest but this time, there were defensive marks. Flipping on his glasses, The Doctor walked closer to the body, mainly on the hands where various bruises and scraps lay scattered across her olive tinted skin. "There was a struggle.." The Doctor mumbled, much to the aggravation of the ME who reluctantly agreed with his conclusion and released a sigh, "Yes..that appears to be the case. Bruises on her knuckles indicate she fought back whomever was attacking her..scrapes and scratches could be from anywhere. I will need to take a blood sample to check her white blood cell count and composition. If you two would be so kindly to allow me to do my work..i will send the results over to your branch Agent Morgan".

Chris was bored as usual. He was at a conference at the hospital but he was waiting for something to do. Chris was wondering around the hospital when he spotted the morgue. Chris saw some people bringing a body in. “Interesting…” Chris whispered to his self. Chris followed the people inside. He watched the body go into the Examining Room. Chris had absolutely no idea what the hell was happening. So he decided to lean up against the wall outside of the door. Two people walked out of the room. They didn’t seem to notice him. Chris casually limped in the room. “I need a new cane soon.” Chris mumbled. The ME was too busy working on the new body so Chris looked at some of the other ones. The burns were in a circular pattern. Chris figured it must be from electricity but when he looked closer there was no other burns. That means I couldn’t be electricity because electricity always has an entrance and exit wound. Chris thought back to the people that walked out of the room earlier. “Maybe they know something.” Chris asked himself a bit too loud. So he was shooed out of the room by the ME. Chris saw the two people from before talking. Chris limped over to them. “What where you guys doing in the morgue? You don’t look like doctors.” Chris asked with no emotion in his face.

The Doctor nonchalantly placed his hands into his pockets as he exited the room with Emma, glancing back over his shoulder to the ME who flashed him a cold glare before returning his attention to his work. "Hmm?" He asked unconsciously as Emma began to ask him questions, turning his head and attention back to her just in time to process what she had asked. Now was the tricky part, finding a series of lies that would fit. "John Smith, lead scientific officer at UNIT..lets just say the distance of certain things getting to me is...vast at least".

Before The Doctor could continue, the man burst through the doors of the morgue room, questioning why they were inside of the building and their appearances. The Doctor smirked, "You're the one to talk" he replied quickly at the cane man, "We..we were just gathering information. Secret UNIT, FBI information, you wouldn't be interested. Anyways!". Turning back to Emma, The Doctor gestured towards the front lobby of the building with his head, "Best get on with the investigation. The more time we spend here, the bigger chance of another person coming through those doors" he explained, "I'll talk to my people, you talk to yours. Although..i may need to hitch a ride with you..my..my car is acting a bit weird right now. I can contact UNIT from your station".

Chris was really annoyed at the fact these FBI/UNIT people were just walking away from him. "You know I'm not an idiot. UNIT never comes to America. I should know I've lived in Washington DC and London." Chris said and limped after the people. Chris took out his bottle of pain meds and popped one in his mouth and continued to follow them. "Besides you could use my help the ME here is even more of a jerk then me and thats saying something. I did figure out a few things before he kicked me out of the morgue." Chris said and hoped that grabbed their attention. Chris had no idea why he was so interested in this. It might be because he has nothing else to do for a few days. Chris felt his cell phone vibrate but he ignored it. It was probably just his serial killer brother anyway. Chris knew he was safe in Washington DC. Well, at least he hoped he was. "You know the burns definitely weren't caused my electricity. Unless you know of any electricity that doesn't have a exit wound." Chris said.

The Doctor glanced back at the cane wielding man before turning his attention to Emma, his eyebrow arching as his mind formulated a reasonable answer to her question. Once finally finding one, The Doctor nodded, "Good question" he mumbled with a nod, "But fact is that i can help you solve this case far more than any of your fellow agents. What's better then some outside help ey? Cause i guarantee your people back in those offices don't really care about this case...why else would you take up something like this? Because you care..and if you really care that much then you'd trust me enough to let me help you. After that you won't have to question my trust".

Glancing over his shoulder, The Doctor peered to the cane wielding man once more, "No..it's not electricity...it's something much worse". Swiftly turning his heel, The Doctor propelled down the hallway, shifting his body left and right before finally breaking out into the central lobby of the building. In his mind he pondered whether Emma would believe him or not, but more importantly, one thought flashed brightly in his mind more than any other. The blast circle on all the victims and the all too familiar sight of a Dalek's laser mark on the bodies of the fallen Time Lords in the Time War. No....

The Doctor listened to her overview of the rules of her motorcycle, nodding as she stopped and glancing over to the bike with a smirk before looking back to her. "First off i don't need a helmet. Second i need someone to call UNIT and third..or coming in at an option C..i need you to do everything i tell you or at the very least listen. This thing is bigger than any legal agency or drug addicted doctors with walking canes. Now! Just stay there for a moment..i need to get my phone out of my...car". Spinning on his heel, The Doctor swiftly turned around and bolted towards the alleyway on the right side of the morgue.

Once he was sure nobody was watching him, The Doctor inserted the key into his TARDIS and quickly slipped in before closing the door behind him. Now turning his attention to the control console, The Doctor dashed over to it, jumping around each section of it until finding the cell phone Martha had given to him all those years ago. Flipping it up into his hand, The Doctor grinned as he turned around and bolted down the ramp, snagging his trench coat quickly just before slipping back out through the doors. Locked with a snap of his fingers, the doors held firmly to a reassuring tug The Doctor gave to them before turning his attention back to Emma and her motorcycle.

Turning the corner, The Doctor bolted back over to Emma, handing her first the cellphone, "Call them with this. It's on speed dial, press one then zero." he told her before extending his arm out with his trench coat drenched over it, "Next put this on. I can't wear it if i am driving, plus it makes us look amazing on the road. Go on then, flop it on. Don't loose either one of these!". Pointing his index finger at Emma, The Doctor flashed her a stern look before turning to her motorcycle and slowly getting on it, placing his hands on the handles softly, "Haven't been on one of these in ages. Well....i rode one in the anti-grav Olympics...came in last but still" he paused to sniff, "I think i can manage".

"Now lets see here...this one makes it go forward..this stops..no..wait hold on. Yes! That makes it stop..hopefully" The Doctor mumbled as he reminded himself of the controls of the motorcycle before revving it up and bursting it out onto the road. Cars honked their horns in pure anger as the motorcycle roared out onto the scene and tightly turned to the left just in time to zoom past a yellow light. Immediately the obelisk and larger buildings of Washington, DC came into view, breaking out into view over the skyline of the smaller and medium sized buildings around them.

"Wooohhhooohhooo!!!" The Doctor proclaimed as he made the motorcycle pop a wheelie before slamming back down with a slight bump before coming to a screeching stop in front of the J Edgar Hoover building, whipping right into a parking spot. "See, there we go" The Doctor said proudly, sitting up and glancing back over his shoulder to Emma, "No dents or scratches on you or the bike. Brilliant". Grinning, The Doctor stepped off of the motorcycle and offered a hand to Emma, "You can call my agency from out here while i go inside and talk to them. Once you get a hold of someone, tell them where we are and tell them code blue" he told her before turning around and making his way to the doors of the FBI HQ.

UNIT HQ, Tower of London....

Kate Stewart and Osgood hovered over the control panel overlooking several screens across a circular room, their eyes rolling across the screens as a handful of UNIT officers typed away at the computers. "As far as we know mum, the incidents are contained to just central London..no where else is reporting de-" Before the officer could finish, the phone began to ring next to him; for a moment he froze and just looked at it before finally picking it up, "UNIT Officer Fields..who is this?" he spoke into the phone.

Upon hearing Emma's reply, Fields peered up to Kate and offered her the phone, "Mum..it's for you. John Smith is issuing a code blue". Kate rolled her eyes at the thought of The Doctor using the alias, even releasing a small chuckle before taking the phone and putting it up to her ear, "This is Kate Stewart, leading officer at UNIT. Tell..Doctor Smith we will be there momentarily. Stay his position until we get there" she told Emma before hanging up and turning Osgood and the officers in the room. "I want the scientific squad ready and prepped in two hours..we're heading to Washington DC".

FBI HQ, Washington DC...

The doors of the FBI Head Quarters burst open, immediately drawing everyone inside's attention as The Doctor strode inside. "Who ar-" An agent when to ask as he stepped in front of The Doctor, only to have the psychic paper flashed in his face, "Doctor John Smith of UNIT, come here to get all the evidence you have regarding the cases of the oddly killed people..you know..the ones with the burn marks on their ches-" he stopped as he noticed the expressions on their faces. "What? Did i say something wrong?" The Doctor asked them before one finally came forward, "We scrapped that case weeks ago, gave it to the local authorities, none of our business" a male agent replied, sniffing as he placed his hands at his hips, "B-but i'm with an Agent Emma Morgan..she said she's been working the case" The Doctor replied.

Immediately upon hearing the name of the agent, The Doctor was supposedly working with, the agents faces lowered to the shiny marble floor beneath them, "Emma Morgan?" the agent in front of him asked, "Emma Morgan said she's working on a case? Oh lord..not again..".

The Doctor smirked, listening to her confide to him about not being an actual FBI agent made him think about him not actually being John Smith. But at least i didn't lie about being in UNIT He thought to himself as her speech came to a stop, grabbing his attention as she glanced away from him and to the floor. The Doctor sniffed and crossed his arms as he leaned back to the railing behind him, "Well.." he started, "My name's not John Smith, so it looks like we both lied about something..just..mine wasn't as big as yours".

Chuckling, The Doctor glanced over to her before looking back to the numbers of the floors as they passed by, "Thing is...like you said it's a bit odd that the FBI chose to let local law enforcement handle this..i think there's more going on here then we could have ever imagined". Just then the elevator doors hissed open, revealing the BAU research room where one single figure stood, his back turned to them as they entered the room. The Doctor arched his left eyebrow, "You said they were all in California right?" he asked Emma as he cautiously approached the man.

"Hmmm?" The man asked as he turned around, hearing the footsteps of the Doctor and Emma, a smile emerging on his face as his eyes met Emma's, "Emma! Nice to see you again" he exclaimed happily. "We thought you were in California on a case" The Doctor asked the man, who immediately became submerged in thought, "Yes..yes we were but..something happened" he replied, his eyes lowering to the floor before finding their way back up to Emma and The Doctor, "Oh yes! Now i remember..we..we were killed! We finally found what was killing the people in California..and it killed us..all of us".

The Doctor watched 'Rossi' cautiously, taking in everything he said before turning his attention over to Emma as she spoke. When she became more aggressive towards the man, The Doctor immediately became defensive, extending out his hand in front of Emma so she did not approach 'Rossi' anymore then she already had. Suddenly, just as The Doctors hand reached out to stop Emma, Rossi froze in place, his eyes widening as the skin on his forehead began to peel back and to the side. A Dalek eye stock shooting out and peering between The Doctor and Emma.

"Emma..." The Doctor mumbled, shifting his body in front of hers, "Get into that elevator..on my que. Don't look back..just go" he told her as he reached into his breast pocket and flipped out his sonic screwdriver. The Dalek controlled Rossi want to be beginning his zombie like march toward The Doctor and Emma, "Emma.....RUUNNN!!!!!".

"I'll explain when we get out of here...just don't let it touch you!" The Doctor called back to Emma, keeping his eyes locked on the Dalek converted humanoid even as the elevator proclaimed it had arrived on their floor, it's doors hissing open and calling them back into its grasp. Slowly The Doctor backed up, his right hand reaching back in search of Emma while his left held his sonic screwdriver firmly raised up to the man. Suddenly his right pant pocket began to buzz, snapping him out of his gaze on the man as she spun around and dashed into the elevator, making sure Emma got in with him with his screwdriver equipped hand placed lightly on her back.

Frantically jamming the lobby button with his free hand, The Doctor shifted his attention away from the man just for a second before glaring back up at him. His eyes grew wide as the man came closer and closer and just before he could reach out and touch them, the elevator closed. This finally allowed The Doctor to exhale a well needed breath as he glanced over to Emma, "Bit too close for comfort but we'l be alright" he mumbled. Then another buzz came from his pocket. The Doctor grumbled, "Oh alright" as he reached into his pocket and flipped it open, "Hello?" he spoke into the phone, "Doctor! We have your TARDIS. On route to your location now" replied Kate, "What did i tell you about picking me up?! Yo-hello? Kate?". Closing the phone shut, The Doctor shoved it into his pocket, "Cheeky woman" he mumbled as the doors of the elevator hissed open, revealing a lobby filled with the eye stocked FBI agents. Immediately The Doctor's eyes widened, "Ooh....blimey".