"DONNNAAAAAAAAA!" The Doctor lept over a basket of sorted fruits that had been placed in the middle of a small alley, running at full speed toward his TARDIS, his arms flailing around and his feet barely making contact with the ground."Come on!"

"I'm running as fast as I can!" Donna yelled, taking an awkward hop over the basket.

"Hurry up then!"

"I'm trying!"

Behind them, angry curses were echoing off the old and dirty walls that towered above their heads.

The Doctor reached the TARDIS, pulling the key out of his jacket pocket and shoving the door open. He looked back, Donna was still running, looking almost terrified.

The minute she was in reach, the Doctor pulled her by the arm into his blue box, snapping his fingers to make the door shut behind him.

Dashing up to the control matrix, the Doctor quickly pulled levers and pushed several colorful buttons. The TARDIS started taking off, making its usual wheezing and groaning sound.

The Doctor gave a small sigh of relief but immediately tensed up again as Donna slapped his shoulder.

"Seriously!" she yelled, "You're a Time Lord. Over 940 years old. The last of your kind. And you still act like a complete child."

"Well how was I supposed to know she was his wife!"

"Oh, I don't know," said Donna, rolling her eyes, "Maybe the ring on her finger wasn't an obvious enough clue, Sherlock."

"Oi, now don't get clever with me," The Doctor pulled another lever, making the TARDIS rumble, "Lots of people wear rings on their fingers. I'm not gonna pay attention to every single one of them."

Donna rolled her eyes again as the TARDIS landed.

"Where are we, then?" she asked, glancing at the doors.

"No idea," The Doctor answered, pulling the handbreak to keep the TARDIS from drifting off.

Donna walked to the doors. "I swear, if I walk out these doors, and there's a mad mob asking for your head because you did something, I'm gonna be first in line to take a swing at ya."

The Doctor paused for a second, processing her words, "Well," he said, meeting her at the door, "I better be on my best behavior from now on, I guess."

"Oh yeah."

The Doctor pushed the doors open, stepping out onto a carpeted floor. The minute he did, the sound of several guns being cocked rang in his ears.

"You have got to be kidding me," Donna said from behind him.

They were surrounded by four people. Three men and one woman. The woman had brown hair that flowed down her back. Two of the men were young but one was old, his hair grey but still fire in his eyes. The TARDIS had landed in the middle of four desks, all with their own computer. The room they were in was filled with people, all who had paused to stop and watch them. The Doctor looked to his left at a wall that had NCIS written in big black letters.

"Oops," he whispered to himself.

The older of the men was the first to speak, raising his gun a bit higher as he did so, "Put your hands in the air."

The Doctor did so, as well as Donna who stepped out of the TARDIS to stand next to him.

"You are under arrest," the older man continued, "For trespassing onto federal property and for the possession of unauthorized and foreign technology. Turn around, and put your hands behind your back."

The Doctor sighed, dropping his hands and putting them behind his back as he did a slow one-eighty.

"I am so gonna kill you," whispered Donna as cuffs were snapped around their wrists.

The two of them were lead out of the room by the four people who had greeted them.

"All in good time, Donna," answered the Doctor, "All in good time."