Disclaimer: I own neither Doctor Who, or Criminal Minds.
Hello all y'all amazing people! Y'all are all special, and unique, never forget it! And you are all my Amazing Lovelies!
To my reviewers, and followers, may I introduce, the next story! For those of you who don't know: I have received a challenge. it contains multiple scenarios of library fix-its involving CM and DW, and the evolution is up to me. I intend to turn each base into a multi chapter story. I will update as often as possible, enjoy! I would love constructive criticism, if you don't mind. OH! And The Doctor is Reid and Reid is him, so he shall be referred to as Reid. -Fly On, Fly Strong, Fly Forever, Fly High, Fight Hard, Live Free
CH:1
"REID!" A tall, lanky figure jerked around at the shout, before he hurried over to the man who summoned him. He ran a hand trough his hair to shove the messy, overlong locks back out of his face. Morgan beckoned to him and he stepped up to him.
"We need your vast knowledge. What do you make of this?" He held out an old looking painting covered in dirt. Reid took it and examined it carefully.
"I can't make anything of it. If it were up to me, I'd call in an archaeologist, given how old it appears to be. They could clean it, and verify if it is indeed from our mysterious painter."
"You have one in mind?" Reid jumped when Hotch spoke. He turned to his boss.
"Well, I am friends with the best in the field."
"Call her."
"Yes, Sir." He pulled out his phone, and, intensely aware that his team and all the uniforms were listening in, pressed one on his speed dial.
"Hello, this is Professor River Song's phone, Anita speaking." The cool tone of the words didn't detract from the cheerfulness.
"Hello Anita, ah hold on a second." Reid had tried to put his shoe back on from when he'd had to take it off to get the rocks out, (the whole field was filled with them and only Rossi had been spared) and hold the phone with his shoulder, only to have it fall and he barely caught it. He switched on speakerphone. "Anita, is River nearby?"
He lay the phone down and put his shoe on, lacing it up quickly. "Of course, Doctor. Her hands are full at the moment though. I'll put you on speaker," she raised her voice. "Hear that, Professor? Behave!"
"Always, Anita, always. I always behave," A British sounding woman replied, her voice getting louder like Anita was approaching her. Reid hadn't bothered to take it off speakerphone himself as it freed up his hands to help Morgan bag the painting. The woman greeted him warmly with a "Hello, Sweetie."
"Hello Dear. Having fun?"
"Oh, abso-lute-ly. It's fascinating! Did you know that when the Egyptians mummified people they-"
"Sounds interesting Dear, but can you tell me later? I kind of need your help."
"Oh! Of course, what do you need?" There was a click and a creak.
"Oh so now you have time for me."
"For you, Sweetie? I have all the time in the world." There was a noise like she'd blown a kiss. "Go ahead, tell me all about it. You have my undivided attention all to yourself." Her voice had a leisurely purr to it.
"River, behave yourself."
"Oh, Sweetie, I always behave. It might be badly, but I always behave in some sort of fashion." To his team's eternal shock, Reid sighed and blushed.
"Riv-er," he hissed. She giggled on the other end. At that, Reid strode back to the SUV. "River, can you fly out to Caramo, Texas? We need your help to clean and authenticate several paintings uncovered on our case."
"Well of course I can, Sweetie. I'll catch the next flight out and call you when I'm at the airport."
"Alright, I've got your wallet and keys though, so you should probably buy an e-ticket, and send it to your phone, alright?"
"Aalright. Just make sure there's a room for us, Sweetie." He blushed.
"I'll see you soon, Dear."
"And I you, Sweetie. Good-bye."
"Good-bye." She blew him a kiss through the phone and hung up before turning to the team. "Good news: she's on her way!"
AN: Hope you don't hate it. I love you all! And as always: Talk to me, critique me, ask me questions, I shall always reply, when I can. -RebelUp. -your friendly neighborhood renegade.
