My first crossover written for the White Elephant Fanfic Exchange on NFA. Hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS or Doctor Who

The Jurnians

McGee sprinted after their suspect drawing his gun from its holster as he went. The chase took place in crowded mall, the summer sun overhead beating down on him through the clear glass. The man in front of him was defiantly better dressed for running than he was, in trainers and jeans, whereas his expensive work suit was not exactly conducive to the pursuit of a criminal. The man in front of him pushed several people out of the way but Tim did not stop to help them, he couldn't, not if he wanted to keep up. Maybe he would go back later although he thought it was unlikely they would have any kind words for him. McGee glanced up at the suspect and saw where he was headed for. The man quickly jumped up and ran through the fountain that was in the centre of the floor just before the exit to the building. Oh no, thought McGee as he ran up to the fountain, I am really going to regret this. Taking a deep breath Tim ran through the fountain getting thoroughly soaked and then he sprinted after their suspect. The suspect had gone out of the big glass doors, the ones that lead to the street and the public. NCIS wanted this man because he was a serial killer and the last of his victims had been a marine, which made it their jurisdiction. The murderer had been picking up young people at shopping centres, butchering them and then eating them. Murder and cannibalism; the man was defiantly sick. They had managed to get a sketch from a store owner who had seen the man regularly hanging around outside the shop and then leaving with several of the victims.

Tim quickly followed the man out of the doors and on to the street, his long coat now wet from having soaked up water hitting his sides as he ran. He paused and looked out at the cars speeding past; he couldn't have lost the man, the suspect must be here somewhere. Then McGee caught a flash of a green shirt and turned left, hurriedly sprinting again. The chase began yet again, the running and the breathlessness. But this time McGee could feel that he was closing in on the man, drawing closer and closer with every step. Suddenly the man turned sharply left, down a small alleyway, dirty, grimy, typical. But it wasn't a dead end; there wasn't anything to stop their suspect just escaping out the other side, never to be seen again. As Tim entered the ally he almost slipped on a piece of decaying fruit and only caught him self at the last minute. He made a note to slow down slightly. Abruptly the man stopped in his tracks just before the end of the passage and just stared, not taking a step out of the alley. The suspect made no sound and didn't move. He looked at the empty space with something that almost looked like a mix of fear and hate all in one. McGee almost smiled in triumph sensing victory and pulled out his gun, only a metre away from the man, and shouted, "Stop!" When he received no reaction at all from the suspect, Tim looked up and saw what had caught the man's attention. Or rather, who? A man in a brown pinstriped suit ran along the sidewalk at the end of the alley in front of them holding a triangular, metallic looking, loudly beeping device in his hand. The suspect followed the man with his eyes and Tim suddenly experienced a feeling like shivers down his spine. The man in the pinstripe almost ran past them but he suddenly turned, pivoting on the toe of his converse to face them, yelling,

"Ah ha!" He slowed down and walked up them. McGee had his hand on the suspects arm; he wasn't taking any chances of the man running off again. The team had spent a long time on this case. McGee watched the newcomer carefully and warily, the beeping noise from the device in the man's hand grew louder and louder until it was all Tim could do not to clamp his hands over his ears. The man reached his hand into the pocket of his coat and brought out a small gadget, pressing a button on it. A blue glow lit up from the end of the thing and the noise ceased coming from the triangular device ceased.

"Right then," the man said walking forward. "Let's see what we have here then. Looks like some sort of hyrativore, but the last time I saw one of those was in the Dramula nebulae, well, not in as such; I was actually on an old maintenance vessel. Well, I say maintenance vessel, the thing looked like a battered tin can. But the real question, is what are you doing here?" the man asked pointing at Tim's suspect who looked a little angry, a feeling that Tim was starting to get himself.

"Excuse me, who exactly are you and what do you want with our suspect," he interrupted. The man looked at McGee as if he had only just realised there was someone else there.

"I'm the Doctor, who are you?"

"Special Agent Timothy McGee, with NCIS. Doctor who?"

"Ah, Naval Criminal Investigative Services, long time since I heard that name around. And it's just the Doctor." Tim was sceptical.

"Well whoever you are, you'll have to come with me as well. This man here is a murder suspect, wanted in connection with several cannibalistic murders, the latest of which involved a marine. You obviously know who this man is, you could probably help us."

"I'm not coming with you. Sorry, the Doctor said brightly with a grin. This Doctor, looked at the murderer, and looking at the Doctor's eyes, he could see something that made him want to take a step back.

"Innocent people." Two syllables spat out and left hanging in the air. The Doctor's oddly talkativeness from earlier was gone, and the man in McGee's grip stood up straighter.

"It's who we are. These humans eat meat, lots of it; and then just because we eat them we hyrativores are all of a sudden bad."

"I don't know why you're saying we. As far as I know the government on Jurna, which is where I presume you came from, you're a Jurnian, aren't you?" the Doctor didn't wait for an answer. "...banned the consumption of any sentient beings. I will admit a lot of the humans on this planet are extremely dim, but they do count as sentient. It would seem that it's not your planet that doesn't have morals, nope, that's just you."

"But I get so huuunnngggrrryy," the "Jurnian" as it was referred to by this Doctor, whined. "And it tastes so goooooddddd."

"Doesn't matter, I won't allow this, I can take you home, or to another planet, one with no-one sentient, where you can eat to your hearts content. But it's a one time offer."

"And why should I do that, Doctor…. Time Lord. What will you do about it if I don't? Kill me?" he sneered. "You race is all but extinct, your ideas are old and dusty. So, excuse me if I decline your offer," he said smiling.

"Well if you won't come voluntarily, then I'll just have to make you leave."

"Just try it, I'm stronger than you, you should know that. You'd never stand a chance against me."

"Not if I tried to use my body, but if I try using my brain……." the Doctor dashed forward with surprising speed, took something out of his pocket and stuck it on the man's chest.

"Well, I use my brain quite often really, I'm sure you recognise that tungem transportation device there, up we go then," the Doctor said. A blueish light surrounded them and the air rippled with displacement.

The tungem device is designed to transport all peoples, attached or secondarily attached, to a pre-programmed destination; which for this specific device just so happened to be the control room of the Tardis, the Doctor's ship. The Doctor quickly reached out and touched the Jurnian's shoulder meaning he was secondarily attached, and would get up transported at the same time. All according to his plan for once, he thought. The Doctor didn't notice that one NCIS Special Agent Timothy McGee was still holding onto the Jurnian's arm and therefore that the human, unknowingly and unwittingly would get transported up along with them.

Tim experienced a shaking all along his body, a strange sense of pulling and tugging, as if his body was tearing itself apart. He felt his head almost explode from the pain, and he could see spots dancing along his line of sight, which happened to be a brilliant shade of blue. He was like this for what seemed like an age, and then all of the forces acting on him ceased. He tried to stay conscious, but he couldn't quite manage it and slipped away into the black.

TBC....