So this is the next chapter to my story. Next to Doctor Who, it also includes characters and situations from NCIS and Torchwood. As I said before, you don't have to know these TV series in order to understand this fanfiction. I'd be very delighted if you read on and commented afterwards.

Chapter 1

She already knew that she was going to be late when she left the door of her flat and hurried downstairs. She threw her dark brown handbag on the co-driver's seat and sat down in her car. She sighed and took a quick look at her watch before she started the engine and entered the traffic jams of Washington DC's early Rush Hour.

As she had expected, the short way to the office took more than a three-quarter hour instead of the usual twenty minutes. Of course, most of the near parking places were already occupied and she had to walk quite a while to reach the main entry. She greeted the security officers she already knew and quickly passed the control.

"Traffic is hell, isn't it?" Lieutenant Reed asked and Valentina nodded and jumped into the lift before the doors closed. She stepped out at the third floor and noticed luckily that her boss wasn't at his desk yet but probably in a video conference.

"Where's McGee?" she asked her colleagues when she settled down at her own desk.

"Also stuck in traffic, we suppose," Special Agent Tony DiNozzo answered.

She smiled and put on her computer before she finally took off her jacket and could relax. This feeling didn't last very long when their boss came in with five coffees from the near Starbucks. The agents sighed relieved but immediately knew that coffee meant work. So they all grabbed their gear while Special Agent Gibbs already explained the new case. Waiting for the elevator, Tony wrote an SMS at McGee, telling where to meet them.

Agent Timothy McGee arrived only ten minutes after them at the crime scene. "What have I missed?" he asked and put on boots and plastic gloves. Slowly, he walked through the mud toward the other agents.

He stopped in front of the body and raised an eyebrow. The victim was a grey-haired man in his fifties, about 1.80 meters high and wore a strange uniform which resembled the Roman soldiers from over 2,000 years ago.

"Have we missed a convention or history event?" he asked.

"Obviously yes. I haven't heard of anything," DiNozzo said while he searched the man's clothes. "No bags, no identity cards, not even a master card."

"Who the hell is that?" Special Agent Ziva David asked and looked up. A big black car had parked at the street and four black-dressed people were walking toward the agents.

"Trouble," Senior Agent Gibbs supposed and went to intercept. "I'm Senior Agent Gibbs and whoever you are, this is our case. So, FBI or CIA, I assume?" he greeted them already pissed about the coordination of the crime scene. He hated it when cases were taken away from him, as if Intelligence Agencies were so much better.

"Neither nor," the oldest man said. Gibbs estimated him to be in his late thirties, he had black hair, a sharp face and a black leather coat that reminded him more of The Matrix than a government's guy. "We're Torchwood East Coast."

"Never heard of you."

"Soon you will. We have our headquarters in New York."

"Then you took on a lot of time to get here. I'm sorry that you wasted it but that's my crime scene."

"I doubt that."

"I can propose you a cooperation," Gibbs said. He hasn't yet got a memo from his boss and until he did, he'd defend his case. It was a simple matter of honour.

"I don't think so. You'll hand the case over to me and we'll do our job," the man said and without another word, they all walked past the Senior Agent and to the crime scene. Without further instructions, Gibbs' team had to leave the crime scene even before they started their real work.

Valentina searched together the last glass bottles with evidence while she was already listening with one ear what "Torchwood" was talking about.

"It's already the fifth incident in one month. And they all ended up around DC," the only woman of the team said.

"I haven't been in contact with Cardiff yet but I think the rift expanded or a similar one was created somewhere in this city," their boss answered.

"But how is that possible? I mean, the rift in Cardiff is an extraordinary phenomena and it was even closed once. How comes that it's becoming that unstable again. I'm getting really strange energy patterns," the youngest man mentioned and looked at his smartphone. Valentina guessed that he must be the forensic or at least any scientist.

"I don't know but we don't have the only problems. West Coast reported the same. More people and things coming through the rift than before," the boss said and turned to Valentina.

She realized that she has probably even heard more than enough and handed over the evidence she and her colleagues had gathered.

"Thanks," the man said and looked at her in a strange way.

She shrugged her shoulders and returned to the other officers who waited for a last confirmation from Gibbs' boss that they should leave the crime scene.

"That was weird," DiNozzo noted when they were all on the way back to their HQ. "Did they say anything more specific about what Torchwood is?"

"I have no idea," Gibbs responded. "They said they are an originally British but authorised to operate on American grounds by UNIT which is supposed to be a UN department. I have no idea what they are specialised in but it looks like their data is really classified. Nothing we should worry about, they explained." The tone of irony was clear and Valentina knew that this was going to be a long day trying to unravel the complicated system of governmental cooperation and small institutions whose foundation was probably made by werewolf hunters at moonlight. And in the end, we'll get a warning by the FBI and the most boring case they can get us, Valentina thought...

"How did you get here?" The Doctor asked when the cave men had left them alone in the cave of skulls.

"I don't actually know. I just appeared in the mid of the desert outside and then I was captured by these men," the young woman answered. She was also tied up, but didn't wear appropriate clothing for the time the Doctor, his granddaughter and the two teachers, Ian and Barbara, had landed in.

"Where are you from then?" he wanted to know. She couldn't have travelled with them.

"I only know that I shouldn't exist. I am part of many puzzle pieces, but at the same time, I'm the whole puzzle itself. My memory comes back slowly but I can't really process what I know. Is the grass on Gallifrey really red?"

"You've visited Gallifrey?" The Doctor asked surprised.

"Yes, I am from there," she said and smiled at him. "Who are you?"

"I am The Doctor."

"I've heard from you. But I think I was born later in your time stream. I only remember your face from pictures," she said and wanted to add something, but suddenly vanished with a cloud of golden and yellow colours.

Thank you for reading so far. I would like to see some reviews on what you think about my story. The last part of this chapter is a scene taking place during the happenings of the episode 'An Unearthly Childe - The Cave of Skulls' which is about the First Doctor, Susan, Ian and Barbara. You don't have to have watched the Classic Doctor Who episodes in order to understand this story.