A/N: Welcome to my second story of my Parallel Universe Series, Parallel Earth! I would recommend new readers to check out the first story, Parallel Universe, in order to better understand my OC, Susan Jane Anderson better and the beginnings of a relationship she has with Captain Jack Harkness. A quick summary on my OC, Susan. She is around 20 years old and comes from our universe so she knows basically everything about The Doctor. The only episodes so far that she hasn't seen is The Day of The Doctor and The Time of The Doctor. I won't give away much about her but she does have secrets. You'll have to read Parallel Universe to find them out.

I should have around 50 chapters when I am done! This story will be updated on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday.

I picture Susan Jane Anderson to be something like Rachel Nichols in the T.V. show Continuum. Her theme song is Crystallize by Lindsey Stirling, who is an awesome hip hop violinist.

Disclaimer #1: I don't own Doctor Who or Matt Smith would not have left. *Sobs*

Disclaimer #2 I do not own any of the images I have used for the covers.

Partners in Crime- Part 1

It was about four weeks after the Titanic trip when the Doctor suggested that we visit Adipose Industries. I knew what this meant. I was going to meet Donna! I came out of my room looking like a professional journalist. I had black dress pants, a white blouse, heavy makeup and glasses. I also carried a small black handbag with my cell phone and money in it. I left my hair down and put a black hair tie on my left wrist.

"So," I said to the Doctor as I walked into the consul room. "How do I look? Professional enough?"

The Doctor stared at me with a bewildered look on his face and said "Um, you look, um…."

I laughed. "Kidding. I know I look fantastic. Oh, do you have a extra psychic paper that I could use? I think it would be best if we did not go in together, just in case they suspect us. We can't both say we are from 'health and safety'."

"Why not?" The Doctor asked, confused.

I smirked. "Do you have a extra?" I repeated. The Doctor sighed and stuck his hand in his pocket and handed me a extra psychic paper. "Thanks!" I replied before putting it in my purse. "Now, lets go!"

I got out of a cab at the front of the building, closed the back door and handed the cabbie the money through the passenger window. "Thanks!" I said as he drove off. I turned around and stared up at the big letters that say 'Adipose Industry'.

I walked up to the glass doors and pushed in. I walked up to the front desk and said "Hello, I'm here for the lecture on the pill. My name is Susan Anderson from…" I looked in my purse for the psychic paper. "From the New York Time's." I said Laying on my American accent think. "The editor wanted me to do an article on your miracle pill." I finally found the psychic paper and held it up to the women who I was talking to. "I hope it's all right if I can sit in."

The woman looked at the psychic paper and nodded. "Yes, of course, Miss. Anderson. Let me show you the way to the lecture hall." The women said, standing up and coming around to me. "This way."

Once in the auditorium, I saw Donna sitting among the crowd. I sat on the left side, somewhere in the middle. Miss. Foster was on the stage ready to begin. "Adipose Industries. The 21st century way to lose weight. No exercise, no diet, no pain. Just lifelong freedom from fat. The Holy Grail of the modern age. And here it is." Miss. Foster held up a tiny pill. "You just take one capsule, one capsule, once a day, for three weeks. And the fat, as they say…."

Miss. Foster paused and then a computer animated voice said "The fat just walks away."

A young woman close to the front raises her right hand. "Excuse me, Miss Foster, if I could? I'm Penny Carter, science correspondent for The Observer. There are a thousand diet pills on the market, a thousand con men stealing people's money. How do we know the fat isn't going straight into your bank account?"

"Oh Penny, if cynicism burnt up calories, we'd all be as thin as rakes. But if you want the science, I oblige." Miss. Foster said.

Then the computer started to speak. "Adipose Industries. The Adipose capsule is composed of a synthesised mobilising lipase, bound to a large protein molecule. The mobilising lipase breaks up the trigycerides stored in the adipose cells, which then enter…" At this point I stopped listening. I already knew what was going to happen.

"100 percent legal, 100 percent effective." Miss. Foster said with a smirk.

"With alien tech." I muttered.

"But, can I just ask, how many people have taken the pills to date?" Penny Carter asked, annoying Miss. Foster.

"We've already got one million customers within the Greater London area alone. But from next week, we start rolling out nationwide. The future starts here. And Britain will be thin."

After the lecture, I ran up to Miss. Foster, pretending to be interested. "Miss. Foster! Miss. Foster! Could I have a moment? I'm with The New York Times and I just wanted to ask you a couple questions." I said pulling out a notepad and a pen out of my purse.

Miss. Foster, who was in a conversation with one of the security guards. She turned around, waved away her security guards and said "Of course, Miss…."

"Anderson." I said. "Could we talk somewhere private? Perhaps your office?"

"Fine Miss. Anderson. This way." Miss. Foster said.

As soon as we went in I said. "This is a level five planet."

Miss. Foster whipped around. "What?!"

"Seeding a level 5 planet is against galactic law." I said, making it up, hoping it was true. When Miss. Foster gave a startled look, I knew it was true. "What? Did you think no one was watching? I will give you a warning. That's it, just one warning."

"Or what, Miss. Anderson?" Miss. Foster asked.

I turned around and walked over to open the door. I stopped and turned around and said "I'll have to stop you." I opened the door, and closed it and I hurried out of the building. I found the Tardis where it was parked and entered it.

"So, where have you been?" The Doctor asked, looking up from the consul.

"Oh, just had a little chat with Miss. Foster." I replied, throwing my purse on the seat and sitting down. I looked up at the Doctor. "I gave her a warning."

"And how did she take it?" The Doctor asked, leaning back on the console.

I smiled. "Shocked and startled." I answered with a smirk. I hopped off the seat and said "Let's get to work."

The Doctor and I stood in front of a Mr. Roger Davey's house. "So," I said, glancing at the list that the Doctor had printed out. "Mr. Roger Davey, age 56, been on the pills for two weeks." I looked at the Doctor then back at the house. "Let's see what he has to say."

We walked up to the house and the Doctor knocked on the door. A second later, Mr. Davey opened the door and the Doctor said "Mr. Roger Davey, I'm calling on behalf of Adipose Industries." The Doctor flashed the psychic paper "Just need to ask you a few questions."

"Mr. Davey, could we possibly come in?" I asked.

"Sure." Mr. Davey said. "Come in." Mr. Davey opened the door wide and closed it and we walked into the living room. Mr. Davey sat down and said "I've been on the pills for two weeks now, I've lost fourteen kilos."

"That's the same amount every day?" I asked.

"One kilo exactly. You wake up, and it's disappeared overnight. Well, technically speaking, it's gone by ten past one in the morning."

"What makes you say that?" The Doctor asked.

"That's when I get woken up. Might as well weigh myself at the same time." We walked outside and looked up to the alarm on the house. "It is driving me mad. Ten minutes past one, every night, bang on the dot without fail, the burglar alarm goes off. I've had experts in, I've had it replaced, I've even phoned Watchdog. But no, ten past one in the morning, off it goes."

"But with no burglars?" The Doctor asked.

"Nothing. I've given up looking." Mr. Davey said.

"Tell me Roger, have you got a cat flap?"

We knelt by the cat flap inside. "It was there when I bought the house. Never bothered with it. I'm not a cat person." Mr. Davey.

"No, I've met cat people. You are nothing like them." The Doctor said.

"It's that what it is then? Cats getting inside the house?" Mr. Davey asked.

"Well, thing about cat flaps is that they don't just let things in, they let things out as well." I said.

"Like what?" Mr. Davey asked.

"The fat just walks away." I said.