Sergeant Smith & PC Khan - Thasmin (13th Doctor x Yasmin Khan)

Chapter 2: A Familiar Face

Yaz walks chirpily up the stairs to reach her front door. She fumbles with her keys momentarily before going to slide them into the lock. As she does so, the door opens, meaning it wasn't closed in the first place. She sighs.

"Rose!" she yells into the empty space as she walks inside.

"Oh, Yaz!" she hears from upstairs. It's shortly followed by a flurry of footsteps trampling down the carpeted stairs.

"Rose, you forgot to lock the door again. You know how dodgy this neighbourhood is-"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, it won't happen again," she interrupts. The blonde takes a quick sweep over Yaz's body. "Someone's in a good mood- what happened today? A robbery? Car chase?" she asks excitedly.

"Nothing," Yaz replies, trying to brush her off. She walks to the kitchen to make herself a cuppa while Rose follows close behind. They remain silent until the kettle boils.

"So then... did you meet someone? Wait, did you finally get shagged? Oh my God, was it Ryan?"

At that, Yaz stops mixing her tea. "What?! No! None of those things!"

Rose pouts. "C'mon Yaz, you can tell me. I promise I won't judge." She desperately wants to know what's got her friend in such a good mood- God knows it's been a while since she's been like this.

Yaz gives the woman a look and sighs, signalling defeat. The blonde smiles at her and snatches her cup away, bringing it to the sofa so they can talk comfortably.

"Well? Go on," she prods, leaning against the cushions.

"There really was nothing. I'm just... happy. I've settled into my job, I'm back home- my real home, where I have friends... and I have a pretty good um friendship with one- uh, some of my colleagues. Everything's just going well, that's all. And today was just a particularly good day," she tries to explain. She proceeds to drink her tea to distract herself from the situation.

"Listen," Rose sighs. "Clearly, you're not ready to talk about it, but when you are... just know you can tell me anything," she says, genuinely.

"I know. Thanks Rose."

"Don't mention it."

After a few more sips, she sets the cup down and turns on the tv. Rose quickly grabs the remote out of her hand to watch the new episode of something she's invested in. Yaz doesn't really pay attention. Instead, her mind wanders off, thinking about the patrol she had with the Doctor.

She's an interesting person, the Doctor. She's ridiculously smart, yet chooses to work as a sergeant in the police force. She's mature, yet the smallest of things excite her and bring her pure joy. Her focused demeanour was broken as soon as she saw a dog sticking it's head out of a window, and not to mention when a little kid refused to stop waving at them from the window of another car. She talked non-stop with Yaz during the whole patrol, but when she's at the department, she's one of the quietest people there. Apart from when she's eating lunch with Yaz, of course. She can't help but gravitate towards the woman, finding herself wanting to know more and more about the Doctor.

Her eyes instantly settle on her laptop sitting atop the coffee table in front of her. She opens it up, getting into a comfortable position. She opts for laying against the arm rest and splaying her legs on top of Rose. She knows she won't mind.

As she goes to type the name into google, she is suddenly aware that she doesn't know the Doctor's first name. It never occurred to her to ask, making her feel rather stupid at this point. Instead, she settles for searching "sergeant Smith Sheffield police".