"Whoa there, girl!" the Doctor was thrown off balance. He landed on his back with a thud, the lights blinking out. "Oh, bloody..."

The only thing that glowed was the screen. The Doctor groaned, his muscles sore from impact. He slowly got up, staring at the screen. "How is this possible... What?! WHAT!" There was a big black symbol on the screen that slowly spun counter clockwise, glitching as it went. Several words in Gallifreyan, mostly gibberish, dotted the screen. The Doctor frowned, confused. "This makes absolutely no sense! What do you mean by troubled death?"

There was a soft bleeping from the screen. Some more Gallifreyan words appeared.

The Doctor sighed with relief. "At least I'm not in the void. Santa Barbara, California. July 8th 2010. Brilliant! I have never been to Santa Barbara! Might as well explore a bit. Allons-y!" The Doctor noted that he was companion-less. He sighed, poking his head out the door, greeted by the sound of the night ocean. "That is just brilliant."

The sound of police sirens raced by, taking the Doctor by surprise. "Should I? Probably not..." the watch on his wrist was suddenly beeping slowly from alien activity. "Where did I get this? Might as well."

The Doctor took off racing in the direction of the police car, his watch gradually beeping faster. He skidded to a stop, looking behind a tree. A crime scene. Brilliant.

The Doctor didn't stay in his TARDIS long enough to hear a soft, gloomy but yet high voice.

"Silence will fall..."

"Hey, Jules. Did you know that Boba Parlor has pineapple smoothie with pineapple stars?" Shawn sipped from his cup.

"Shawn, they had that for a year now." Juliet sighed.

"Really? I would've sworn that this just came out... And why wouldn't you tell me, Gus?!" Shawn glared at Gus. Gus shook his head.

"Why exactly are we here, Juliet?" Gus asked.

"Chief figured this would be your type of case." Juliet replied, leading them into the building.

"Was it a robbery?" Gus asked again, noticing Shawn was way into his boba.

"Far worse from that." Juliet stopped a few feet from the body in the lab coat. "Dried fragments of blood points to his blood being drained, not all of it though. The piercing in his neck is probably where the blood flowed out."

"So, it's like the vampire case." Shawn concluded. Gus ran out, nauseated.

"No." Juliet shook her head.

"Who else could it be except for Milla Jovovich and Tom Cruise?" Shawn frowned, referring to Ultraviolet and Interview with the Vampire. Juliet sighed, leading Shawn to the other side of the body.

"The teeth went all the way though the neck." Juliet kneeled down, the light from the other side of the room lighting the tunnel in the neck.

"Sabertooth tiger?" Shawn cocked his head. He never seen anything like this. The marks were cleaner than any animal can do. He narrowed his eyes at a strand of orange fur on the victim's chest.

Juliet rolled her eyes at the improbability of it. "If it was the sabertooth tiger, this is Jurassic Park."

"Oh, hey Spencer! What're you doing here?" Lassiter glared down at Shawn. Shawn stood up and clapped his hands in mock excitement.

"Lassi! You became human!" Shawn exclaimed in an excited high pitched voice.

"Spencer. Get. Out." Lassiter growled.

"Lassiter, the Chief called him in." Juliet defended Shawn.

"O'Hara!"

"Chief's rules." Juliet shrugged.

"Whatever. McNab!" Lassiter called.

"Yes, Detective?" Buzz appeared behind Lassiter. Lassiter jumped.

"Write this down." Lassiter gave Buzz a note pad and a pen. "It's an accident. There was a chemical reaction," he gestured to the burnt part of the wall, "Then an explosion. The impact sends one of the equipment flying at the victim..."

Shawn narrowed his eyes, recalling that he questioned some of the scientists days ago. There was a wooden box hidden under a blanket in the corner.

"Aaaaahhh..." Shawn's finger went to his temple.

"Oh, nononononononono you don't..." Lassiter wasn't finished.

"Something was stolen here. A box. A very-"

"Valuable box." a British accented voice finished. "Something chemical. Nothing of normal sorts."

Shawn stared at the tall, lanky man in a blue suit and a brown trench coat at the doorway. He was surprised.

"Who is he? Get him out of here, McNab." Lassiter glared at the Doctor.

"Yes, sir." Buzz was about to escort the Doctor out when the Doctor waved his psychic paper at Buzz.

Dr. John Smith

5 doctorates in Physics and Biology

Astrophysicist and aerodynamic engineer at Harvard, Princeton, Yale, and Caltech

Currently working for Styyge Ulven

"Witness, sir." Buzz turned to Lassiter, unsure what to do.

"Witness? Did you see the killer?" Lassiter asked.

"No."

"Did you see the commotion?"

"No."

"Did you hear it?"

"No."

"Were you even there?"

"Nope." the Doctor popped the "p."

"Were you in the same building?"

"No."

"See? Useless." Lassiter looked at Buzz.

"Weeeeeell, I can give you a list of suspects." the Doctor countered.

"Waaaaaait..." Shawn's finger went to his head again. "For iiiiiiit." He bent down, plucking the long orange fur from the dead man's chest. "Animal attack."

"I don't believe that any animal could have that long of teeth." Lassiter scoffed. "Unless you're suggesting that it's a dinosaur or a sabertooth orange tabby."

"No. I'm suggesting sabertooth werewolf. From Jupiter."

"Shawn... Jupiter's a gas planet." Juliet corrected.

"Sure it is. Gus, what's a gas planet?" Shawn turned to his finished-throwing-up best friend. Gus shook his head, I cannot believe you. "Really, what is it?"

"Wow." Juliet rolled his eyes, couldn't believe it either.

"So, you think it was the guy who was framed by the psychiatrist." Lassiter snorted.

"There's a difference between a normal werewolf and an alien werewolf, Lassidopholis." Shawn rolled his eyes.

"I can't say no to the alien theory. It's brilliant, really." the Doctor cut in.

"Oh, shut up. I need some coffee." Lassiter stopped himself from exploding like a nuclear bomb. The forensics were already there, already lifting the body off the ground. "C'mon, O'Hara."

"G'night, Shawn." Juliet said.

"Gus! Labradoodle!" Shawn pointed out. Gus turned around in the direction Shawn was pointing. Shawn pecked Juliet on the lips gently, "Bye, Jules."

"Shawn, I don't see it." Gus glared.

"You're not looking hard enough, let's go." Shawn yanked Gus to the Doctor. The Doctor smiled at them. "Hello, Dr. John Smith with a lot of PhCs. I'm sensi-"

"You're not a psychic."

"What? Yes I am!"

"Weeeell... Nah."

"I am a psychic!" Shawn hissed. Gus was silent, staring at the two argue.

"If you were psychic, you'd see that this is blank." the Doctor waved his psychic paper in front of Shawn's nose.

"All I see is that you have a girlfriend, a bloooooonde and you really miss her." Shawn stressed the word "blonde."

The Doctor yelped, snapping his psychic paper shut and quite embarrassed, slightly angry that the psychic paper betrayed him. "All right. You win. Weeeeeell, not really. Weeeeell, not quite. Weeeeell-"

"You really need to stop doing that. Makes you look bad despite your awesome hair."

"Thank you. You have great hair too." the Doctor replied.

"Thanks, awesome British dude. You actually believe us on the alien thing? I was bluffing, really..." Shawn laughed, Gus laughing along. They stopped when the Doctor didn't laugh.

"You're serious about that?" Gus asked, frowning.

"Yes. You were absolutely brilliant to have thought of werewolves. But you were a bit off on the planet. Weeeell, very off."

"Of course. I don't think anyone could live in those winds." Shawn nodded.

"Good. That's one thing you're right about Jupiter." Gus was relieved that Shawn knew something.

"So, that's why I say it's from Mars." Shawn added. The Doctor shook his head, exasperated by Shawn's apelike stupidity. "I'm wrong. Pluto?"

"It's not even in this star system. Just...Forget finding the planet." the Doctor sighed.

"What do you mean by that? How do you even know it's not in the star system?" Gus frowned. The Doctor opened his mouth when Shawn pitched in.

"I should've known! You're Spock!" Shawn smiled.

"I don't have that horrid hair or pointy ears. Weeell, one point in time I did have those ears but thank goodness that's over."

"Right, Captain Kirk."

The Doctor death glared at Shawn.

"Wow, wrong again..." Shawn said under his breath.

"Anyways, how did you figure out it was a werewolf?" the Doctor asked. "It's brilliant for a human like you."

"Did he just call me human?" Shawn muttered to Gus.

"Yes. I definitely heard it." Gus muttered back. Shawn turned back to the Doctor. He dangled the long fur in front of the Doctor's nose.

"Very smart person, this is not animal fur. It's-"

"It belongs to the woman we saw at the factory! Or Angelica from the office. Or Jane from Shangrilalas." Gus cut Shawn off, taking a whiff of the hair.

"Did he just sniff that? I personally wouldn't, since I have a kinda bad experiences. Weeell, very bad experiences." the Doctor frowned.

"What? You just pulled out the supersniffer on me? At least we narrowed it down to 3 Irish suspects-"

"And 10 species-" the Doctor added.

"Yes, 10 specie- What?" Shawn was confused.

"There are 10 werewolf species." the Doctor shrugged.

"Whatever. So 3 suspects of which one is a mafia leader."

"She's not a mafia leader. And she's hot." Gus glared at Shawn.

"Dude. Do that again in a Jamaican accent." Shawn smiled.

"No, Shaw-"

"You owe me after abandoning me at that haunted restaurant!" Shawn hissed. The Doctor shook his head, his palm hiding his face as if he didn't want to know those two. Gus sighed, submitting.

"Dude, she not a mafia leadah! 'n she hot, like sizzling lemon salmon on a skillet, ssssssssssss- Shawn!" Gus snapped, noticing Shawn recording it.

"That was the best Jamaican accent ever!" Shawn grinned.

"Can we just continue?" the Doctor sighed.

"Oh, yeah. It's not 3 suspects, there's Celine, Amarath, Cammy, Eliza, and Tiger Lily too." Gus added.

"8 suspects, then. That's better than 60 billion people who are not human." Shawn said.

"636.7 billion." the Doctor corrected.

"Excuse me, but I'll need to take you in, sir. Detective's orders." Buzz's voice came from behind the Doctor.

"All right. Allons-y, it is." the Doctor was cuffed. He glanced over his shoulder smiling.

"Now I'm very jealous of him. He's a doppelganger of a celebrity with great hair!" Shawn commented.

"True dat. I need tacos." Gus walked off.

"Gus! You can't just need tacos from Del Taco!" Shawn called. The lights turned off as the last forensic left. "Gus?"