A/N: Well, hello again, good readers! Found a nice time to be posting- lost my freakin' flash drive and my internet keeps failing. But everything else has been good so far: Went to a George Jones concert. Then my family came over the next day- got fifty-five bucks and tickets to see LANDAU ENUGENE MURPHY JR! Oh! Then the next day three of my friends came over. In total, I got four books, chocolate, and twenty dollars (total of seventy-five). Then they tried to teach me how to be a girl. And flirt. Let's just say: fail. But, all in all, probably the best birthday ever! Thanks for the reviews from the first chapter!

KMW1968: I know. A lot of my other stories are going through the same neglect, but I am trying my best not to do so. Thanks for your interest and concern.

Dreameralways: Okay, yeah, maybe I made that a bit obvious in the description. I know this is always the same excuse, but I suck at summaries. Really, since third grade, when asked to give a summary of something, it was always a page long and revealed every detail. Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter!

GothChiq80: Thank you!

So, on with the story…

Four days. That's how long the case took. It was one of the team's quicker ones, practically open and shut. But, when you tell yourself to do something life-changing by the end of said case, four days can seem like an eternity.

The paperwork was finished. Everyone was focused on something else, and now would be the perfect time to do it. Tony went through all the files again, found the link, and braced himself. 'Come on Tony, you've been looking almost your whole life. You've went to crack conventions, interviewed supposed witnesses, just like work. Click. The. Link.' He let the cursor linger over the link. He clicked it once. It lit up. He was prepared to make that final click, and…

"Gunfire!" Ziva shouted.

There were two reactions in the room: you either hit the floor, or pulled out your gun. About half the room hit the floor. The other half, including Gibbs' team, pulled out their weapons. Everyone posed their guns at the front of the bullpen, where the shot was heard. There was no one there. The sound continued, and Tony lowered his gun. He knew this sound.

Well, truthfully, he knew of the sound. Oh, yes, it was definitely something like gunfire, but so much more than that. It was a beautiful noise, something so musical and loud and powerful, yet with the slightest traces of mechanics. It was a noise he had only heard of in stories, and this was exactly how he had imagined it.

Suddenly, something began to appear. It was big and blue… a box. Tony's eyes widened, and his mouth couldn't decide whether to smile or grimace. The noise eventually stopped, and in the place of nothing was an old police call box.

"What is that?" McGee asked as he lowered his gun. Ziva and Gibbs lowered theirs in turn.

"It looks like some type of… telephone booth?" Ziva speculated.

"No." Tony stated. "That is definitely not a telephone booth." He began walking toward the object. His teammates followed.

"Then what is it?" McGee asked. Tony didn't answer.

They stopped about a yard away from the not-telephone-booth. No one knew what to do, couldn't guess what to do, or was able to do anything. The door opened, and Tony's muscled tensed.

"And…" The head of a young man popped out of the doorway. He frowned. "Not Rio. Again."

There was a shrill noise heard from the inside. "Ugh! Again? Where'd you get us this time?" A red haired woman's popped out next, then another man.

The first man stepped out and looked around. "Hmm… Not exactly sure."

The red-head stepped out as well, arms crossed. "Doctor."

Tony's muscles tightened even more, if that was possible. "Doctor?" He asked.

The first man, supposedly the 'Doctor,' acknowledged anyone else in the room for the first time. "Hm?" He also acknowledged the many suits around him. "Oh, my." He began pushing the redhead back into the box. "Nothing to see here, Ponds!" He continued to try to push the woman into the box, and Tony decided to react while he could.

"And, what exactly is the problem here, sir?" He asked as calmly and nonchalantly as he could.

"Oh, nothing. Just, wrong place, wrong time." He slightly furrowed his brow. "Wrong place. Very, very wrong place." He muttered.

"What about… right place, wrong time?" Tony asked. 'The Doctor' paused and looked at him. Tony bit the inside of his mouth. 'Alright, he knows I know something. That's good.' He coughed. "So, what's this little baby here?" He gently patted the box in front of him and smiled. There was no way he could evade the truth with that kind of question.

The 'Doctor' hesitated for a moment. "It's, euh…"

"It's a TARDIS. Time And Relative Dimensions…"

"Rory!" The Doctor shouted. "What are you doing?"

The second man, Rory, shrugged. "Just explaining the whole 'TARDIS' thing. Last time I did it, it was for Canton…"

"Yes, and there's a reason for that. Especially when I'm trying not to tell people what we're doing!"

Rory nodded, seeming to understand the statement, when he stopped and asked, "Wait, why?"

This caught all but Tony's attention, already knowing the answer. He smiled, because there was no way the Doctor could get out of this one.

Ugh. Insert totally outrageous stream of curses here. This chapter was suppose to be much longer, but if I keep trying to get it to the one point where I wanted to stop, it would probably be a few good weeks longer to post. I already have the next chapter started, so it should be posted by next week (unless the stupid internet stops again). Well, until then, see you my good readers!