Jack Bauer, an agent for CTU that had been placed in situations no human should ever have to bear over the span of his career, rubbed his weathered hands against his forehead with his eyes closed. Opposite him, a strange man wearing tweed and a bowtie raised his pronounced brow with tied hands twirling in a silent "You get it?" pose. For the Eleventh Doctor, the entire conversation had been deprived of any functionality and had devolved into an awkward game of charades.
With hands clapped on his knees, Jack rose from his chair and walked in a pacing circle. "Your name is simply...The Doctor. You're here because this Master is orchestrating something through the Archangel Motor Company that will kill innocent people," he offered cautiously.
"Absolutely," the cheerful Time Lord replied.
Jack shook his head and dragged his face through his hands like an automated car wash. He bent forward and looked into the strange man's eyes. "I am a human polygraph. I can tell when people are telling me the truth and when people deserve to lose a finger," he rasped quietly. He flicked open a large butterfly knife from a hip pocket and held it in plain sight.
Instantly, The Doctor's eyes widened even further and repeated, "Please, I am The Doctor! I have to help you save these people. I don't want to hurt anyone."
Jack watched him with great intensity and shook his head as The Doctor recited the same words he had been telling the CTU agent for quite some time. Finally, The Doctor paused with gritted teeth as he anticipated further hostility from Bauer.
Surprisingly, the ropes around his hands and back were suddenly loose and free of tension. He breathed a sigh of relief as he shrugged off all the restrictions and stood up. He shook his limbs, explaining, "Much better. That rope is not comfy." Jack looked at him with a stern look of confusion. "Neither is the chair."
Jack offered a handshake. "CTU Special Agent Jack Bauer."
The Doctor smiled and excitedly shook his hand. "The Doctor. Just...The Doctor. Right, we have to get down to work. But there's something wrong, something missing." He felt around his coat, raising the lapels and looking behind as though someone were hiding in the folds. He raised both flaps of his coat and let them flop to his sides. Looking down, he picked up the psychic paper and tucked it away. "Two things to be precise."
He gestured with his hands in front of his chest. "Suspenders?" he asked politely.
"Those were put away in case of an attempted escape or suicide," Jack said while offering them back to The Doctor. Throwing his coat aside and strapping them back into place, he bore a quick smile as though he had found a long lost friend. "There were questions about the bow-tie as well."
"And why not? Bow-ties are cool," The Doctor boasted. "And the screwdriver?" he asked while extending a hand to his side. He was so busy surveying his surroundings that he didn't see Jack shaking his head.
"It had to be taken back to CTU headquarters for analysis. Its design suggested it had the capabilities to be a dangerous weapon if not a detonator. Standard protocol," Jack said as though The Doctor should have already known.
"Alright then, no problem. We'll get it back soon," THe Doctor smiled and patted Jack on the back. "There was something else, too. I can't seem to remember what it was."
At that moment, a phone ring had erupted through the quiet of the warehouse. It startled The Doctor a bit, but only for him to take notice. Jack quickly pressed his hand to his ear and responded, "Jack here."
He listened intently as he turned away. A sound of shock tinted his voice, "What?" From what The Doctor could still hear, there was a woman on the other end whose voice was sarcastic but still worried. "Damn it," the agent whispered to himself.
"Thanks," he said quickly, before placing his hand to his ear again to turn off the piece. He turned back to The Doctor and walked past him, "Come with me. Another Archangel exploded five minutes ago."
The Doctor took a second to shake off the shock of everything happening around him before trotting to catch up with Jack. "Geronimo," he said excitedly.
"Control, we have activity!" an outfitted soldier shouted into his radio. He was backed up by several other guards, all armed to the teeth like him. Each man raised their compact machine guns to the doors of the police box. The flicks of safeties all happened simultaneously while the left door swung open and a beautiful red-haired girl strode out of the box with her eyes closed and her hands raised in a surrendering fashion.
"Yes, I know I'm ruining everything and destroying time and space," she said sarcastically through an equally thick Scottish accent, "But you can't expect to leave me in the TARDIS for hours on end and not even give a call." The guards by the door exchanged glances but focused on aiming their laser sights on the new arrival. The girl turned back to the box and began locking up the door, still oblivious to her surroundings. "Rory might like swimming in the pool, but I was promised a trip to Rio, so I expect to see sandy beaches and sunshine right-"
"CTU, put your hands where we can see them!" the lead soldier barked, stepping forward.
With red hair flailing behind her, she quickly turned around to find a fully armed squadron pointing directly at her torso. With a squeak and blue eyes stretched with fright, she finished, "...now."