I don't know where I got this idea from, but I went with it. Haha. I liked the way my one-shot ended so instead of continuing I wrote this. I guess it could be seen as a sequel to Understanding, but as a few years later. Anyway, Enjoy!

"Ugh…" The Doctor groaned as he came to, lifting his head and looking around trying to figure out he was. He tried to stand up, but realized his hands were handcuffed behind him and his ankles were shackled to the legs of the chair. Taking a second look around, it came to him that he was apparently in an Earth interrogation room. "But why am I here…?" he muttered to himself, trying to remember whatever happened before he was knocked out.

Suddenly the door opened and he looked over to see a tall man, attempting to be intimidating, and a shorter, blonde woman. They went to the other side of the table and the woman put a file down, opening it for the Doctor to see.

"Who are you and why did you kill that girl?" The non-intimidating man asked.

The Doctor stared at him in disbelief, then it came back to him. He had been trying to track down a…well he wasn't quite sure what it was yet…and found one of its victims. He had been looking her over with his sonic screwdriver when he heard voices telling him to put the weapon down. He had tried to explain, but one of the officers had gotten behind him and knocked him out. And then he woke up here.

"Oh right…that's what happened…" he said, more to himself than to the two detectives across from him. "It wasn't very nice of your man to knock me out, by the way. I was simply trying to explain that it wasn't a weapon."

The man ignored his comment. "Answer my question."

"I didn't kill her," the Doctor responded simply. "So please let me go so I can catch the thing that did."

"Who are you?"

"John Smith."

"Your real name."

"Don't have one."

"Don't mess with me, here. You realize you're just making yourself look even guiltier." The Doctor thought about what he had said for a moment. He had a point, and the sooner he cooperated the sooner he'd be able to get out and find this thing. Then leave Santa Barbara as soon as possible.

"I'm The Doctor." The man raised an eyebrow.

"Doctor? Doctor who?" The Doctor rolled his eyes.

"Always with that question…just The Doctor."

"Doctor of what?"

"Well…pretty much everything, really."

The man scoffed. "Are you going to cooperate?"

"I am," the Doctor replied sternly. He was really getting tired of this man and it hadn't even been five minutes yet. "I did not kill that girl."

"Lassiter, maybe he's telling the truth. We have no real, physical evidence to believe that he did it," the blonde woman spoke. The man, Lassiter, glared at her as he responded.

"O'Hara, he was standing over the body at the estimated time of death. That's enough evidence for me." The Doctor rolled his eyes at that and Lassiter turned back to the Doctor. O'Hara left the room to leave Lassiter with the interrogation. He clearly didn't care what she thought and didn't need her in there so she would use her time better. She went to Chief Vick's office to report how the investigation was going so far.

Shawn Spencer walked into the Santa Barbara Police Department with his best friend Burton Guster by his side. He was ranting about how he had to get back to his "real job" and Shawn was barely listening because, really, he had heard it a thousand times and he knew Gus would rather be here anyway. He just ranted to make himself feel better about skipping out on his other job.

They got to the chief's office as she and Juliet were coming out of it.

"Ah…Mr. Spencer, perfect timing," the Chief said when she saw him. Shawn smiled at her.

"I psychically sensed that I was needed. So what's up?" Juliet handed him a file and started to explain the little that she knew as she led them towards the interrogation room.

"There's been a series of murders over the past few weeks that we think may be connected. We found a victim this morning with a man kneeling over her body. We brought him in, but he says he didn't do it. Lassiter doesn't believe him, though but I'm not so sure he's guilty. He probably isn't helping himself by being a bit difficult. We want you to go in and see if you can get some sort of psychic reading off of him. Carlton and I will watch from the other room." Shawn nodded then looked down at the file as Juliet went into the room to get Carlton out. As Carlton walked out of the room Shawn heard a voice yelling through the open door.

"I didn't kill anyone! You have to believe me!"

Shawn froze and his heart skipped a beat when he heard that unmistakably familiar voice. Gus looked up at his face, shocked as well.

"Is that…?" Gus started, afraid that it was true.

"No…it can't be…" Shawn said with disbelief. Shawn opened the door and stopped short, Gus bumping into him. He quickly pushed Gus back and closed the door behind him and locking it, leaving Gus on the outside looking through the little window. The Doctor looked up at the noise, eyes widening when he saw Shawn.

"Hey Doc…" Shawn said quietly.

"Hello Shawn…"

And there's Chapter 1. Hope you liked it. Please let me know what you think!