A/N~ Here we go! The idea for this fic is not mine, actually. Well, it kind of is. It came from a line in criminalxxxmindsxxxfreak's story "Of Love Songs and Old Movies," where Reid says that he thinks Garcia could be River Song's crazy twin. So I saw that, got permission from criminalxxxmindsxxxfreak, and here you go!
Please review to let me know who you would like the team to meet next! It can be anyone from the Whoniverse, unless they are unable to be around the Doctor in canon. (So Rose Tyler and Donna Noble are not options, but Amy and Rory are). Or, if you have ideas as to how they could meet certain people, feel free to let me know about that as well!
I will not post the next chapter until I receive at least 5 suggestions!
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own either Doctor Who or Criminal Minds.
Garcia's P.O.V.
"Jinkies, am I glad that Hotch asked me to travel with the team on this case." I thought wryly, as soon as I saw the suspect sitting in the interrogation room. I'd never met the man in person, but my twin sister had shown me photos of him many times.
Turning to my chocolate Adonis, I asked, "This guy is a suspect? He looks like he couldn't hurt a fly!"
Morgan just shrugged. "I don't know, Baby Girl. He was found at the latest crime scene, standing over the body."
Oh, now isn't that just bloody typical. I thought with a snort.
The only question now was how to get in there to talk to him...
I pondered that one as I went to see what I could "find out" about our guest. In reality, though, I was going to call Dr. Martha Jones, one of my best friends outside of the team. She'd be able to come and pick up the Doctor - and if she didn't pick up, then I'd just have to call my sister.
I returned to the team just in time to see Rossi come out of the interrogation room, completely out of patience. "I give up, Hotch!" he thundered. "All that guy will tell me is that his name is 'the Doctor', and that he didn't kill that woman, it was 'a Krillitane'."
"What the hell is a Krillitane?" Morgan asked, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from answering.
"Were you able to find anything on him, Garcia?" Hotch asked, turning everyone's attention towards me.
"Yes sir." I said, pulling out the file that my sister had given me ages ago, and had told me to always keep on me.
"Your "Doctor" is one Mr. John Song, of Leadworth, England. He is married to a Mrs. River Song, no kids, no other family. However, he is a technical genius, working for UNIT. He has made more advancements alone than anyone else in history."
I recognized my opening. "Sir? May I try talking to him?"
Everyone stared at me in surprise, causing me to hurriedly elaborate.
"I mean, he might talk to someone who he sees as being on his level." I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "And I think I might be able to trip him up, or at least surprise him. I'm not exactly what anyone pictures when they think of a FBI agent, you know."
Hotch thought about it for a minute, then conceded the point. "Go ahead. But if anything goes wrong, know that we will be in there within seconds.
I smiled. "I know sir. I'll be fine." Then I took a deep breath, and walked into interrogation.
The Doctor's P.O.V.
I had been sitting in a tiny room, handcuffed to a table, for what felt like years. They had confiscated my sonic screwdriver, so I couldn't use that to undo the cuffs. I didn't like the cuffs at all. Never really did, actually.
Except when you're with River…. the traitorous voice in my head said slyly, making me blush and squirm uncomfortably.
Suddenly, the door opened, and a woman came inside. There was something instantly familiar about her, I just couldn't place it.
She was shorter than I was - most humans were - and dressed in some of the loudest clothing I had ever seen. However, she pulled off the bright yellow jumper; yellow, green, and blue dress; and neon green heels that she wore. In fact, I was pretty sure that River had those same shoes in red…..
"Hello there." The woman said cheerfully, sitting down across from me. "What's your name?"
"I'm the Doctor." I said, fully expecting the same reaction that I had recieved from the loud Italian man. This woman took me by surprise, though.
She tilted her head ever so slightly, and asked, "Doctor Who?"
That took me slightly by surprise. What came out of her mouth next completely shocked me, though.
"Although, 'Doctor' just doesn't seem to fit you." She said, consulting the file that she brought in with her. "You seem more like a… Theta."
I nearly fell out of my chair in shock. I probably would have, too, if not for the handcuffs they had put on me. "That - that was my nickname back at the Academy…" I stuttered. "How on Gallifrey could you possibly know that?"
"It was in your file." She said, winking at me.
"No it wasn't!" I protested. "Who are you? What's your name?" Just then, someone else came in the room. It was one of the FBI agents - a tall, dark one.
"Garcia, there's someone here to take custody of him - she says she knows you." he said.
She nodded, and got up to leave. "It was nice meeting you, Doctor." she said to me.
I fought against the cuffs, determined to find out who she was. "WHO ARE YOU?" I roared.
She turned back to look at me, and smiled. "Ah ah ah." She said playfully.
"Spoilers."
