A/N: Hey all. Here's a new one from me. And it might be a strange one, lol. It's a crossover between Criminal Minds and Doctor Who, and this was specifically written for the Smut Challenge Group over at facebook. My chosen show to crossover with Criminal Minds was Doctor Who. My scenario was: someone stumbles upon a blue police box in Quantico. And my chosen pairing for this one was Rory/JJ.

Anyways, this is my first time writing any Doctor Who character ever, so I hope you'll forgive me if I don't get them quite right. And again, this will be strange. As well, considering this is a smut challenge fic, the rating will become M in subsequent chapters. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or Doctor Who.

Chapter 1:


JJ sat, precariously perched, on the edge of the sofa, fingers in her mouth. She'd never been a nail biter before, but damn Moffat for turning her into one now. She was watching Part 1 of the Series 5 finale of Doctor Who: The Pandorica Opens. And as always with this show, she had no clue what was happening, but she loved it. The show had a way of confusing the hell out of her, frustrating her, leaving her yearning for more, and yet keeping her coming back episode after episode.

The show did give her one completely satisfying piece to focus on: Rory.

She'd never been one to have a character or celebrity crush before. However, if she were ever to come face to face with Rory… er… Arthur Darvill himself, well, she'd be hard-pressed not to jump his bones then and there, despite her current marital bliss.

"Honey, it's time for dinner," a voice said from behind her.

She waved a hand behind her, ignoring the voice promptly. One did not interrupt Doctor Who. No. That would be an atrocity. Especially when Rory had just put in a miraculous appearance in a fantastic Roman Centurion outfit. No way!

JJ inched forward, practically salivating at the sight of that lean body in that armor and that pleated skirt. Yum. Props to Mr. Moffat on writing Rory into that outfit, she thought happily.

She listened intently to his cute voice as he lamented that Amy didn't remember him. It's ok Rory, I'm here for you, she thought dreamily. When his lips suddenly stopped moving and no sound came through, JJ blinked out her confusion. What the heck?

Someone had paused the scene. She looked up from the TV screen, ready to growl at the person who would dare pause Rory… er… Doctor Who, when she came face to smiling face with Hotch, standing behind the couch, remote in hand.

Her growl morphed into sheepishness at the sight of her husband's grin. Looking past him to the kitchen, she saw their two sons and baby girl already at the table, waiting on her to eat.

"Oops," she murmured. "I did it again." She'd sat down before dinner to get in one episode. She was sure, though, that one had turned into more. "How many?"

"Including this one, three," Hotch informed her, chuckling.

She let out a sigh, getting up and coming around the couch. "Sorry." She kissed her husband of two years on the cheek. "Doctor Who has a way of turning me into a negligent mother, I'm afraid."

JJ moved past him only to hear him murmur amusedly, "Doctor Who or Rory?"

She threw him a guilty grin over her shoulder, knowing he was ok with her weakness for a particular British nurse. Like Hotch liked to say, after all, when would she have the chance to actually meet the man?

"What's negligent?" her impressionable seven-year-old asked the room.

Before either JJ or Hotch could answer, Jack was already piping up. "It means bad, Henry."

Her son's blue eyes widened in shock. "You're not a bad mommy. You're the best!"

JJ smiled, running a hand over his blonde head before leaning down to kiss her son's forehead. "Only because I have the best kids in the world." She echoed the gesture with Jack, always making sure he knew that he was her son, too, in every sense of the word, if not biologically.

"Mama, mama," her daughter cried from her high chair, reaching her chubby almost two-year old arms for her.

JJ smiled, picking up the beautiful baby girl. "There's my beautiful angel… ready for dinner, Rose?"

Contrary to popular current opinion, she had not named her daughter after the savvy Rose Tyler. She'd only recently gotten hooked on the show, and was currently making her way through the seasons. But what a coincidence it was, considering Rose was her second favorite companion. Second, of course, to Rory.

"No, your mommy isn't bad," Hotch was saying as he dished out tonight's dinner: spaghetti. "Now your Aunt Penelope and Uncle Spencer…"

"Aaron!" she laughingly scolded.

"What? They're totally the ones to blame for your addiction to that guy," he mock pouted.

"Don't you mean to Doctor Who?" she corrected with a smirk. He gave her a dry look before it melted into a look of love. JJ couldn't help it; she leaned across the table and kissed his lips.

"Eww… our parents are so weird," Jack muttered.

"Uh huh," Henry agreed.

JJ pulled back, grinning. "Don't worry, Aaron, you're the only man for me."

"I just have to make sure I keep an ocean between you and Darvill, huh?" he said wryly, but she could see the humorous twinkle in his eye.

He understood her in every way, and she loved him for it. "An ocean should do the trick."


"I'm leaving," JJ called from the front door.

Hotch appeared in the foyer, Rose on his hip. She smiled at the sight. Taking a few steps forward, JJ placed her finger in her daughter's grip as she gurgled happily. "See you later, baby girl," she said sweetly. She looked up at Hotch. "You'll be ok, dropping them off on your own?"

"Yes, go, go… this day is about you, I'll meet you there…" he assured. "Good luck."

"Thanks!" She turned towards the door. "See you later."

JJ was out the door a second later. It was a bright and sunny day, blindingly so. She pulled out a pair of sunglasses from her bag, putting them on before making her way down the street.

A day like today, a special day was a good one to walk to work. JJ had an important meeting with the Director of the Bureau. As Unit Chief of the BAU, he had an important assignment for her and her team.

The streets were bustling with activity as she continued. Cars zooming to and fro, people walking or on bikes moving past her, the sounds of the city all around, organized chaos, she liked to think.

Life passing by, busy. So busy that she almost missed it. Blue. A deep, and yet, bright blue.

"No…" she breathed out, stopping stalk still. People had to swerve around her to avoid bumping into her. She missed the glares they shot at her. Her attention was totally transfixed on one glaringly impossible object.

Blue… she thought hazily. Impossible blue…


That's it for the first chapter. Hope you'll let me know what you think. Thanks!