AN: This is my first FanFiction (YAY!) and it's a crossover between Alphas and Doctor Who (my favorite show!), in case you didn't know. You don't really have had to have watched Alphas to read this fanfic, because I try to explain what they are and stuff, but it definitely helps to have watched the show beforehand. My goal is to accomplish what the show Alphas didn't by actually giving it a decent ending. (oh my gosh, the ending made me mad) I'm trying to put some whouffle into this, but I'm not quite sure how to write that, so bear with me. Also, I made some of the sciencey stuff up, so... ENJOY!

"Rach, can you hear anything inside?" said a large, African-American man wearing a Kevlar vest and holding a gun. A young Indian woman with long brown hair and brown eyes pushed her hair behind one ear.

"Three heartbeats, all in about the same place. Two of them seem practically on top of each other." Rachel blushed. "I can also hear...a machine... I don't know what kind, Bill, I've never heard a whirring like that before..."

"Okay, got it. We're looking for three people, one of them most likely armed and dangerous!" Bill said into his earpiece. He looked at a woman with black hair and man with a buzz cut, both were wearing Kevlar and holding guns as well. "Got that, Hicks? Nina?" They nodded. "Go, people, go, go!" Bill yelled. Fifteen black-clad SWAT members swarmed towards an apartment building.

Rachel turned around in her seat in the green minivan. "How you doing, Gary?"

A young man with short black hair and a striped shirt answered, not looking up. "Rachel! I'm trying to do my work! I can't do my work if you're talking to me!" Gary was wiggling his fingers, as if moving around something invisible. Rachel sighed.

Bill and his team had reached the front of the apartment complex. "Gary, what apartment are we looking for?" He said into his earpiece.

"Hang on, Bill, Rachel keeps distracting me from doing my job!" Gary wiggled his fingers and moved around some circles showing computer data that only he could see. Colored beams of light were shining at him from every direction, and Gary was poring over each one to find what he was looking for. "Aha! Bill, I found it! They're in apartment number eleven, Bill!" Gary smiled to himself.

Bill smiled too. "Good job, Gary! Are you getting any readings from inside the apartment?" He and Hicks, the man with the buzz cut, were pressed against the walk outside apartment 11, ready to bash down the door at a moments notice.

"Bill, more of that whirring is coming again!" Rachel warned. She winced, and pressed her fingers to her temples. "Something really loud just started going!"

"Oh, Bill, there's some kind of strange signals coming from inside the apartment. They're in some kind of strange language. I can't read it, Bill, so I can't help you, and that's what partners are supposed to do, Bill! Bill, I need to go to the library really quick and figure out what this language is, Bill?" Gary started to get out if the van.

Rachel immediately turned around. "No, Gary, you have to stay here and help with the investigation! We need you!" She looked at Gary pleadingly.

"But, Rachel, Bill is my partner, and I have to help him! That's what partners do! Plus, it's time for my pudding, I always eat my pudding now." Gary glanced at Rachel's eyes a couple times. It was the best eye contact he could manage, but it wasn't his fault he was autistic. Rachel sighed.

"Gary, you ARE helping Bill, by staying in the car! He needs you to figure out if there's anything dangerous in that room!" She looked at Gary pointedly.

"Guys, still waiting for an answer!" Bill said. "I can hear the whirring you're talking about. It kinda sounds like, I don't know, wheezing?" Bill looked at Hicks with an I-have-no-explanation-for-this look. Hicks returned it with a grin.

Rachel looked alarmed. "Wait, Hicks, Bill, the heartbeats are gone! The apartment is empty!" She squinted at the windows of the apartment they were by. "There was just a flashing light, but it's gone now."

"Yeah, Bill, the weird language is gone now. It just disappeared. The only things I'm picking up now are the TV channels people are watching. Oh, look! A documentary on the history of India! Do you want me to call Dr. Rosen and have him record it for you, Rachel?" Gary said.

"No, thanks, Gary. We have to concentrate on this investigation right now. Thank you for the offer though!" Rachel smiled, pleased that Gary was thinking of her Indian heritage.

Bill signaled, and he kicked the door off its hinges. His face was covered in sweat. He scanned the room, and then motioned for Hicks and Nina to enter, along with the rest of the SWAT team. Numerous 'Clear!'s rang out as the rooms were searched. Nina put her weight onto one foot.

"How could they have gotten out? These windows aren't made to open and we were standing by the door the entire time!" Nina said, her tone of voice hinting at a slight annoyance.

"Maybe there's a secret exit or something. Check all of the closet and walls! Rachel, can you and Gary please some up here? We could use your help," Hicks said, speaking into his earpiece. He started tapping on the walls of the apartment, hoping to find a hollow spot where a secret door might be. The others in the room quickly copied his motions.

"C'mon Gary, we've gotta go up here and help!" Rachel said, opening the van door. Gary awkwardly climbed out. Rachel held out her arms to help him, but he ignored her aid.

"What happened? Did you figure out where they went?" Rachel asked once she and Gary had reached apartment 11. A look of confusion passed over her face once she got to the middle if the room. "D'you guys smell that?" She asked.

"We never seem to. What do you smell?" Asked Bill, who was quite agitated that his suspects had gotten away.

"I'm not sure..." Rachel said slowly. "Aftershave...a bit of perfume...not sure what kinds... There's another scent, but I have no idea what it is. Wood, though. And paint," She tuned out as she scanned the room, which had a coffee table in the middle, surrounded by modern leather chairs and a love seat. The walls were cream, and there was a small window on the wall.

"There's a square indentation on the carpet... Also some blue paint chips... What ever was there was very heavy, and kinda tall, considering the ceiling." The ceiling was a bit scratched up. She squinted at it. "There are glass particles imbedded in the scratches,"

No one on the team had any idea of what the description Rachel gave might be. Gary was wiggling his fingers again, and swiping and pinching.

"I'm looking for anything that fits this description," He announced. Nina, Bill, Hicks, and Rachel all looked at him expectantly. Gary ignored all of them and continued his search in silence.

Bill sighed. "Well, there's nothing else to do here, since our perps have left."

Gary snickered. "Hah. Perps. That means perpetrators."

Nina rolled her eyes, as a SWAT member came up to them. "I found this in the bathroom." He held open his hand and showed them a necklace. It was very simple, the necklace being a silver chain with a key on it.

Rachel picked up the key and studied it in silence. She slowly turned it this way and that.

Hicks and Nina watched her in silence as Bill talked to a couple of the soldiers in a corner. Gary continued searching for the mysterious blue object. Finding nothing of significance, Rachel handed the key to Bill who put it in an evidence bag and slipped it in his pocket.

The five of them were in the car on the way back to their headquarters to talk to Dr. Rosen, their boss and psychiatrist. He wasn't an Alpha, but he was an expert on them. His daughter, Dani, had been an Alpha, but she had been murdered by Stanton Parish.

Generally, their team of Alphas found Alphas whose abilities might harm others, and they sent them to Binghamton. Binghamton was supposed to be a hospital/jail for unruly Alphas, but Dr. Rosen had changed their agenda from studying the Alphas in an inhumane way (torture, surgery without anesthesia, etc.) to helping them to better understand their abilities. Building 7, a different part of Binghamton, was used for the most dangerous of the Alphas. A microchip was surgically implanted into the back of their necks that basically turned them into vegetables. They couldn't use their Alpha abilities, but they couldn't talk, show emotion, or even think for themselves.

The elevator doors opened to a small room with green marble walls. A hallway made of the same material led to their offices. There was a conference room and a kitchen as well.

Gary tried to make his way towards the kitchen for his afternoon pudding, but Bill grabbed his arm and pulled him towards Dr. Rosen's office. "Bill! Bill! Let go of my arm! Please! I don't like to be touched, you know that, Bill!" Gary yanked his arm out of Bill's grip.

"C'mon Gary, we have to go report to Doc. You can have your pudding after." Bill said calmly. "I'm sorry I touched you."

"Yeah. You should be. Partners are supposed to respect each other's space, Bill." Gary walked with the rest of the group to Dr. Rosen's office.

They were greeted by a small, young woman with short blond hair. She was very happy to see them, and was recording their entrance on an iPhone.

"Kat here!" She said brightly into the camera. "The gang just got back from a mission. But they failed..." The last bit she whispered, but Nina heard her.

"What do you mean, we failed? We got some highly valuable information!" She said indignantly. Kat looked at Nina skeptically.

"Oh really? How did it advance the Stanton Parish case? Did you find his journal of evil schemes? Did you arrest the man himself? No! You found bits of blue paint and scratches on the ceiling! You didn't even find Hector Dearborne! He was the whole reason you went to that apartment building!" cried Kat. Hicks stepped forward to defend Nina and the rest of the team.

"Hey, it wasn't a total bust! There were people in that room, but they got out somehow! One of them was most likely Dearborne," Hicks said harshly.

Kat raised her eyebrows. "They got out somehow? When you guys were at the door and the other exits were covered? Hector's a big ball of light, not Griffin!" She was referring to the woman who could expand the blind spot between people's eyes and make herself unseen.

Bill was about to say something in return, but an older man with graying hair and glasses cut him off. "Everybody, let's just calm down and discuss the afternoon's events." Dr. Rosen said.

Everyone started talking at once, even Kat, who hadn't even been there. Gary was still searching for the blue object, silently. Dr. Rosen turned his attention to him. "Gary, what do you have to say about the days events?"

Without missing a beat, Gary said, "No one would let me have my pudding. I always have my pudding in the afternoons, Dr. Rosen! But they wouldn't let me." Everyone laughed at this, but abruptly stopped when Gary finished by saying, "Time and relative dimensions in space. TARDIS. The Doctor..."

AN: I hope you liked it! So far I have 12 chapters written, including this one. They aren't all as long as this one was, so I hope that's OK. I'll try to update this every Saturday, probably at varying times. Please review! (Following and favoriting is also encouraged) :)