Director Vance stood, staring gloomily at the wall marked NCIS. He had a whistle dangling from his neck which he was told to blow if "a strange thing showed up." Now Vance had seen strange things. Murderers. Serial Killers. The whole shebang. In fact, the wall he was staring at didn't only carry the four letters, but portraits of NCIS's Most Wanted. And these men were having him on look out for "strange things." It wasn't just him either. All of NCIS stood huddled around Gibb's teams' cubicles, looking outward as if something was going to pop up out of the blue. Everyone had a whistle on a string around them and looked utterly confused. In the middle of the whole group, a police box stood still as a rock. The men had told them this was their escape plan if they needed to leave quickly. Vance had rolled his eyes at this. He had no idea why he was standing in this room among the people that he ruled over… but Gibbs was determined. And, usually, when Gibbs had set his mind to something, he stuck to it. Vance had decided to let the situation lay itself out, more from amusement and curiosity then the danger and fear these crazy men were trying to push on them. Ten and Eleven, they called themselves. Why wasn't Four from Divergent invited? Or even better, Eleven from Stranger Things? This day was just turning out to be something else.

"Anything?"

Vance jumped before looking behind him to see "Eleven" uncomfortably close to his face. "Nothing in particular."

"Remember," Eleven said, his eyes growing big, "Keep your eyes forward. Nothing gets past that intimidating gaze of yours-"

"Stop harassing the Director." Ten was leaning against the TARDIS and staring annoyed at his future self.

"I'm handing out useful, life-saving advice while you're standing there collecting dust. The only person I'm harassing is… no one." Eleven walked off to go whisper in someone else's ear.

Ten shook his head. "This cannot be my future."


Abby was standing awkwardly in an old house staring at the Doctor and some other dude pouring over a map Venice. Apparently the guy's name was Guido and his daughter had been taken by some girls that were supposedly vampires. Abby wasn't completely buying it, although she wanted to. Vampires in Venice. Definitely a change from her usual lab scenery.

"We have to get back in there," The Doctor said, pointing to a large building on the map.

"You've already been?" Abby asked, raising her eyebrows.

The Doctor nodded.

"So they're actually vampires. You've seen them."

"Well, they're certainly making themselves out to be vampires but I wouldn't bet my life on it."

There was a silent pause before Amy said, "So, about getting in…"

"Right," The Doctor said, turning his attention back to the map.

"The House of Calvierri is like a fortress," Guido said, sounding defeated. "The only way in is through a tunnel underneath and even then it's closed off by a trapdoor."

"You need someone on the inside," both Amy and Abby said at the same time.

The Doctor looked to them then shook his head. "I can't let you do that."

"It would work," Guido said, a hint of hope in his voice, "They go in. Sneak down at night. Open the trapdoor."

"Do you just plan to walk in there and demand to be in the school?"

"Rory could pose as our brother," Amy suggested.

Rory perked up at that but didn't say anything.

The Doctor wrestled for words for a second before finally answering, "I can't let you get hurt. I don't know what I'd do if-"

"Oh, stop it," Abby cut in.

The Doctor stared at her blankly for a second. "Sorry?"

" 'I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you.' Why? Because we're girls? We can take care of ourselves just as well as you can take care of yourself. Now are we going to do this thing or not?"

Everyone stared at Abby a second.

"She proves a point," Guido said.

"You'd say that," The Doctor said, "It's your daughter on the line here." He sighed, "Fine. Rory takes you in as his brother. You two sneak down at night and open the trapdoor. But stick together. We don't know what these people are planning… or why.

Abby smiled, "You got it."


Sorry for the really long gap between chapters. Writers blocks are no fun.

Kind of generic but who's your favorite Doctor?