Hey guys, really sorry I did not get to this sooner and update. Luckily though this weekend I have absolutely no homework to bog down my weekend so hurrah!

Chapter Two

The Doctor stepped out of his ship onto the naval base once again only to find two men, presumably the people who injured Rene, who were armed with guns pointed at him. Typical afternoon.

"I'm not very pleased with you two. Not one bit. You see, you hurt someone I liked and while they're fine now that doesn't excuse your actions. By the way have you seen a friend of mine? Well sort of friend who kept my hand in a jar. Brown hair, wears a trench coat? Oh I bet you have. What did do? You shoot him in the head to keep him from talking? Believe me, that won't shut him up."

"Maybe it will work on you," one of the thugs remarked, drawing closer with his partner.

"We'll cut you a deal. Tell us where the girl is, and we won't shoot you," the other offered. The Doctor scoffed at this.

"Really? Do you think I'll give her up like that? And plus even if I did, you would shoot me anyway. No witnesses, no one to press charges," the Doctor affirmed. The two men smirked at this.

"You're smart. It's a shame you two had to get involved in this. Believe me, killing you is nothing personal," one of the thugs stated.

The Doctor quipped, "That gives me so much reassurance." One man elbowed his accomplice in the ribs.

"Pete, he's our ticket to Jenkins. We can't kill him. Not yet. He's the only one who knows where she is," he argued.

"Look we got it all covered. He's not ready to fess up any time soon, and this base is only so big. We'll find her eventually. You worry too much," the man apparently named Pete persuaded. However, a bullet was nothing compared to what kind of pain the Doctor was experiencing now. The radiation was taking its toll on his body, and he knew soon he was going to regenerate. He was going to die. Alone. His feet went numb, and he felt that he was almost about to collapse, but he steadied himself.

"Say your last prayers, whoever you are."

"Actually if you don't mind it's the Doctor." A bullet pierced his skull, and his balance was shaky until he finally fell on the pavement, darkness invading his vision.

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When Rene came to, she discovered she was lying on a bed with a bandage wrapped around her injured leg. At first, she couldn't remember anything since she was shot, but then bits and pieces came back like the blue box and the nice British man in the pinstripe suit. His name, what was it again? John Smith. Right, that was it. Slowly she swung her legs over the bed, and as she rose to her feet she gripped the bed rails for support. Conveniently, there was a pair of crutches by the wall of the room she was in. She made her way to them quite uncoordinated in balance, finding that it wasn't going to be anytime soon that she would be walking on that leg.

"Doctor?" she tried but there was no answer. She attempted again a bit louder, "John?" Still no response was given. She navigated her way around whatever this place was until she found herself in a room with a strange contraption in the middle of a grated floor. She observed a ramp leading down to a pair of doors with a phone attached, just like in a normal old telephone box. Rene traveled down the incline and with one hand twisted the door handle, though it seemed to be locked. She wandered over to what appeared to be a console of some sort, which suspiciously had a sledgehammer hanging from it. A computer monitor was somehow attached to this console and it blinked on showing what appeared to be going on outside the doors of this weird box. There, on the naval base was Dr. John Smith along with the two men who attempted to kill her beforehand. Guns were pointed at the poor man who had saved her life.

"Stupid, stupid Rene! This is all my fault!" She rushed over as fast as she could with crutches over to the doors and started rattling them to try to make them open. "Come on! I'm a naval officer; I can't let this man die!" she cried out in frustration, though nothing she could do would make them budge. She sighed in defeat knowing that there was no hope for this John Smith she had met so briefly who was doomed to die. Rene meandered back towards the monitor, anxiety swelling up inside of her.

"We'll cut you a deal. Tell us where the girl is, and we won't shoot you." Rene almost stopped breathing for moment, not sure whether he would actually accept their offer which would ultimately lead to her death.

"Really? Do you think I'll give her up like that? And plus even if I did, you would shoot me anyway. No witnesses, no one to press charges," John Smith stated quite courageously and Rene admired as well as honored this.

"You're smart. It's a shame you two had to get involved in this. Believe me, killing you is nothing personal." She snarled at this and now all she could do was watch and sympathize for John. Dr. Smith quipped, "That gives me so much reassurance." She could only chuckle bitterly at this remark and was also in wonder at how he could remain so collected and calm in such a life threatening situation.

"Pete, he's our ticket to Jenkins. We can't kill him. Not yet. He's the only one who knows where she is." He was right though. They would find her quite easily and kill her along with the two other lives they had taken or were about to take. But if she did happen to die, they would not walk off this naval base as free men. There was something after all that she could do. She spotted a cellphone lying on the console and she picked it up, dialing a number she knew would put these men behind bars. A voice answered,

"Hello. This is NCIS headquarters."

"My name is Petty Officer Jenkins. I'm at Naval Base eighty-eighty located in Virginia Beach, Virginia. I have an emergency to report."

"State your emergency, Petty Officer."

"Someone is trying to murder me."

OoO

"Probie, you didn't fetch my coffee yet," Tony complained leaning back in his chair with his feet propped up on his desk.

"Actually Tony there was a reason for that. I was filing a report from our last investigation, unlike some people who don't do their work," McGee countered.

"Eh, probie work. I expect two coffees in five minutes," Tony commanded.

"You're not going to getting coffee for DiNozzo anytime soon, McGee," Gibbs announced while he strode into the room, and Tony jerked upright, setting his feet back down on the ground and straightened his posture in his chair.

"What is it this time?" Ziva asked, anticipating by now when an investigation had started.

"Double homicide. Come on, grab your coats. We're leaving," Gibbs declared and headed towards the elevator doors, his team following him.

OoO

The NCIS team pulled up in their van at the crime scene, Ducky and Palmer's van tailing them. All of them stumbled out of the vehicle, the drive being much too long. They collected, took pictures of, and stored the evidence including a strange blue tube thing no one could identify.

"Any idea who these two are?" Gibbs questioned.

"Nope. No I.D.s boss, we'll probably have to fingerprint them," McGee answered. A woman who was a brunette stood over by a rather out of place blue police box.

"Was she the one who reported the crime?" Ziva inquired.

Tony responded, "Yeah. Her name is Petty Officer Jenkins, I just questioned her. Apparently two thugs were after her when out of the blue came our two dead vics, well when they were alive. She was injured with a bullet to the leg, but according to her one of the victims treated her claiming he was a doctor. She doesn't know who the one is, but the guy with the pinstripe suit is John Smith. She also mentioned he was British. They saved her life."

"Heroic deeds are just fine but really my question is why they were here? They obviously weren't associated with the navy, just by the looks of them," Ziva posed.

"Same with me. Has anyone got the story on the blue police call box over there?" McGee questioned.

Tony answered, "Our Petty Officer was a bit vague on it. She went in there to hide from the thugs and that's where she made the call. Thing is, after she stepped out of the box when the murderers were gone, the doors locked just then and she couldn't get back inside. She might just be in shock because from what I have heard, there are no automatic locking… locks." Ziva and McGee just stared at him for a moment at his stupid comment, but then proceeded in the investigation. Gibbs walked over to Ducky who was currently examining the bodies.

"Hey, Duck, got anything on our two dead guys?" Gibbs inquired.

"Uh, yes actually. The cause of death for our John Doe is quite obvious. They shot two bullets in the chest which seemed to have ruptured vessels to the lungs, in that case death would have been instantaneous, as well as a shot to the head, which would definitely make certain that he was dead. Now it's our John Smith who I am more concerned about. A bullet to the head should have killed him."

"Should have, Ducky?" Gibbs demanded.

"Yes, well the thing that alarms me is that over the past fifteen minutes I have taken his temperature, as is procedure for my report; however I have found that his temperature is rising. Not only that, but the increasing rates of temperature are bizarrely jumping rather frighteningly high. This is most certainly is an abnormality when a person is dead, usually the deceased's temperature lowers because their body is no longer functioning. However, before I conclude anything I will have to perform a thorough autopsy with Mr. Palmer."

OoO

One of the two corpeses were pulled from the morgue and placed on an examining table.

Ducky questioned, "Ready, Mr. Palmer?"

"Yes Dr. Mallard, but if we have already identified the John Smith, is an autopsy later really necessary for him?"

"Necessary! I wonder Mr. Palmer why you would ever ask such a ridiculous question? Even if there is an apparent cause of death we still must examine to find all the answers," Ducky lectured.

"Sorry Dr. Mallard," Palmer apologized and went to examine their John Doe while Ducky searched for the file where they would write down their observations. The dead victim was rather muscular and had short brunette hair. Abby was running his fingerprints through every possible database. The doctor in training picked up a surgical instrument and made an incision; however as he was about to make another, the opening was stitched together, fully healed.

Palmer gazed upon the dead man wearily and almost hesitated in asking, "Dr. Mallard?"

"Yes Mr. Palmer?" Just as he was about to continue his unusual question, their dead John Doe sprung up from the table, inhaling deep breathes and in being so alarmed Palmer dropped the scalpel and it clattered to the floor.

"I am in a morgue. Funny thing is, this isn't the first time this has happened," he spoke seemingly to himself. In unison, the two doctors just stared at the dead victim who had suddenly revived himself. He hopped off from the table, the matter that he was stripped of all his clothing not fazing him at all and strode towards them.

"Oh. I guess I must have given you two a scare. Usually it doesn't take me this long for me to come back to life, but I guess you can't really rush those kinds of things."

"But, but, you. You were dead. There was no pulse, no functioning organs. How? I don't think I received any training for this in medical school," Palmer attempted to reason.

"I am sure you didn't. I can see why you're surprised. For me though; this kind of routine. Oh I guess I haven't introduced myself properly. Hello, I am Captain Jack Harkness, leader of the Torchwood Three division in Cardiff. And who might you be?" He held out his hand to shake, and Palmer delayed in offering his hand to this very odd man. Just as he was doing so he noticed Ducky walk towards the telephone, obviously calling Gibbs.

"I am Mr. Palmer," he introduced shakily.

"Nice name. I like it. And who's your friend?"

"That's Dr. Mallard." Palmer was very shocked in observing how easily he was conversing with the man.

"Now here's the thing. I'm pretty sure I didn't come alone. Do know where my friend is? Has spiky brown hair, wears a pinstripe suit." Before Palmer could answer, Ziva, Tony, McGee, and Gibbs entered through the automatic doors.

"Said there was a problem, Ducky?"

"Yes well, I don't think you wouldn't have believed me Jethro over the phone, but…" Dr. Mallard trailed off and gestured towards the walking, talking supposedly dead victim.

"Oh God," Tony uttered and simultaneously both DiNozzo and McGee turned their backs to the image they were seeing.

"Aren't you going turn around?" McGee quizzed Ziva.

"Oh, the matter of an exposed man in the room isn't sensitive to me like it is to you two; actually it is quite the interesting yet somewhat pleasant change."

"I like you. Can I have your number, by any chance?" the Captain requested.

"I feel I am not at the liberty to disclose that information with you," Ziva responded.

"So much for that. What about his?" Jack inquired while pointing at McGee and Ziva just chuckled at this.

"DiNozzo, McGee. Round about," Gibbs commanded. They both sighed and spun back around on their heels.

Jack smiled at this but still pressed, "Do you know where my friend is? He's the Doctor."

"We're not answering any of your questions until you answer how the hell you are alive!" Gibbs asserted.

"I'm immortal," Captain Harkness stated simply.

"Oh don't try that on us. What's your trick anyway? You fooled our best doctor in the entire NCIS organization," DiNozzo demanded.

"I'm telling you the truth."

"Someone get him clothes. Then take him to the interrogation room. I don't know what you are playing at, but when I question you, you better have a good reason," Gibbs instructed and made for the automatic doors.

"You know it's really important I find the Doctor!" Jack yelled at him as he put on clothes and Gibbs faced him.

"Why you so concerned about this friend of yours?"

"He's not in a stable condition. Is he dead? Did you label him as dead?"

Ducky answered, "Well, yes, he had a bullet lodged in his head. However his temperature is rapidly rising from what I observed, but he showed no other signs of life."

"That's because his body is getting ready to regenerate," Jack muttered.

"Um guys, I hate to interrupt but, what is that?" Palmer interrogated. All eyes met the morgue as an eerie golden light exited out through a crack in one of the doors.

"It's starting. Get back!" Jack announced and ushered them away from the morgue. They all watched in confusion as more of the light filled the room. A scream, a horrible scream of agony then echoed and bounced off the walls of the examination room and more of the luminosity seeped from the cracks in the door.

"What the hell is going on!" Gibbs demanded.

Jack smirked, "I'm not the only one coming back to life."

So... like I said in the first chapter, this story is going really AU. I hope you guys enjoyed it and please review!