A/N: Hey again. Here's the next chapter. This one is still rated T. Hope you enjoy

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or Doctor Who.

Chapter 2:

Blue… she thought hazily. Impossible blue…

Blinking once, then twice, she looked away to take off her sunglasses. It was just her imagination. That was all. Or a trick of the light. She had not seen what she thought she'd just seen. She couldn't have. Nonetheless, just in case…

JJ lifted her now uninhibited eyes to glance across the street, where she thought she'd seen that flash of blue. It must have been a bit of the sky that she'd glimpsed. It couldn't have been… it. Before she dared a look, she put a hand over her eyes, counting in her head.

One, two, three…

Pulling her hand away from her eyes ever-so-quickly, like ripping off a bandage, she saw that it wasn't the sky at all that she'd seen. It was, in fact… honest to God… The TARDIS?

Her eyes fluttered in time with her now speedily beating heart. Incredulity threatened to overwhelm her.

The TARDIS? No frickin' way!

There was only one possible explanation for the TARDIS being a street width's away from her. All her endless hours of watching the Doctor go on his many adventures had driven her properly mad. JJ was insane.

Just to confirm her insanity, though, JJ stopped an old lady in her tracks. "Excuse me?"

"Yes, dear?" the grandmotherly woman replied.

JJ pointed towards the blatantly blue box. "Do you uh… see that over there?"

The woman followed her point and then turned a strange look on JJ. "Why yes, dear. It's a police box. Are you in need of assistance?"

JJ did a double take. "Wh—what?" she stuttered out. It was real?

"Dear, you don't look so good. Would you like me to walk you there?"

It took JJ a moment to comprehend her words. "Uh no… no, I'll um… be all right," she answered doubtfully.

With one last penetrating look, the woman moved on her way. JJ continued to stand there in disbelief. The TARDIS was in front of her. Actually before her. How could that be? Was she not going insane after all?

Only one way to find out, she thought determinedly.

Swallowing down her apprehension, JJ hardened her resolve. Straightening up, she looked left and right before crossing the street. With each step she took towards the other side, awe consumed her more and more.

Finally, she came to stand before it. The TARDIS was right in front of her, within an arm's length. It was more beautiful than when she saw it on TV, more beautiful than she ever imagined it to be.

JJ reached a tentative hand out, hesitating, wondering if it would disappear the second she touched it. She allowed her fingers to brush it quickly. When it didn't dissipate, she breathed out a sigh of relief before skimming her hand across it. The feel of it was of grainy wood, different than the smoothness she expected. Going around it, she had the obvious thought: Is it really bigger on the inside?

A laugh burst involuntarily from her lips. "Don't be ridiculous, JJ." This was just a replica. An advertisement for some Doctor Who related event in D.C. that she must have missed. Still…

She reached the front of the TARDIS, marveling at the intricate detail, right down to the 'St. John Ambulance' etching. She had a strong urge to do the ridiculous thing. An urge that would not waver even though she knew it was silly.

"Oh, what the hell," she announced amusedly to herself before giving a good solid knock on the door.

For a minute or two nothing happened and JJ breathed out a mixed sigh of relief and disappointment. She felt her ridiculousness deeply just then.

"Seriously, JJ, what were you expecting? The doors to open? Right… Oh, and great, now you're talking to yo—"

The door burst open suddenly, stealing the rest of the words from her mouth. A familiar looking head popped through the crack and she screamed. "Ahh!"

The familiar man echoed her high-pitched scream. "Ahh! You're not the Doctor!"

He looked left, then right, and then muttered to himself. "Oh no, he told me under no circumstances must I open the door… to be fair, he didn't say why. He's always cryptic like that… 'Don't touch the glow-y light…' or 'timey-wimey this and that' and all that nonsense. And… I'm babbling like an idiot. Sorry."

The familiar, impossible man paused, eying her carefully. JJ didn't miss the appreciative once over he obviously gave her and she was glad she put on her best purple blouse and skirt that morning.

Butterflies were having a field day with her insides that was for sure.

"Can we uh… pretend I never opened this door?"

Her mouth hanging open, she urged it to form some kind of word. But he was standing right in front of her. There was no way she could form a coherent sentence. Not just yet.

"Miss?" he questioned concernedly.

"Ro—ry?" she stuttered out.

His gaze widened before turning suspicious. "I'm sorry, have we met?"

"Rory Williams from Leadworth?" she managed to get out the words.

"Uh… huh…" he said slowly.

JJ reached out a finger, Rory watching it with slight apprehension, and poked him in the chest. Hard and firm, just how she'd always pictured. Not to mention very solidly real. He was really standing in front of her. Rory Williams.

"Ok…" he drew out. "That's me. And that's my chest… thank you very much…" Her hand was still pressed against the hard flatness of his body and he patted it awkwardly, trying to take a step backwards. But she grabbed a fistful of his plaid shirt instead. "Ok… look, are you from my future or something? If so, I don't want to know… Spoilers and all that…"

JJ didn't know what she was doing. One minute she was standing there, grabbing hold of his shirt and the next second she was using both hands to shove him backwards into the TARDIS.

"Whoa!" Rory stumbled back and she followed him inside. "What are you—"

She quickly shut the door behind him, not daring to turn away from the door. Right now she had hope, hope for the impossible and if she turned around that hope might just go away. That would be unbearable.

"Ok… so a pushy, crazy woman from my future, is it?" Rory muttered. "My own personal River Song…"

At the mention of another fictional character, JJ turned around only to stumble backwards.

The stairs, the lights… Her gaze flew upwards—the console. Oh my God, it's all real. She breathed in deeply, suddenly feeling quite breathless.

Slowly, JJ moved towards those stairs, climbing up.

"Hellooo?" Rory called out to her.

She turned on a stair to look down at the adorable man. "Is this some kind of trick?"

He gave her a quizzical look. "A trick? What do you mean?"

Frowning deeply, she descended the stairs to stand before him. "Are you really Rory Williams?"

"Ah yeah… last time I checked," he answered; somehow she knew he was resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

"Not Arthur Darvill?" she had to ask.

"Who?" he questioned. "Look, Miss… the Doctor should be back any minu—No, that's a lie, I don't have clue when he'll be back. But, still, you can't—"

JJ couldn't help it. Rory Williams in the flesh, no one would blame her for doing what she did next.

She rushed him, forcing him backwards until he crashed into the doors of the TARDIS.

"Miss," he protested, right before she pressed her lips to his in a hungry kiss.

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I'll try to update soon. There should be two chapters left.