A/N: Another short one-it just kept nagging me! After Lisbon meets the eleventh regeneration, the tenth stumbles in when he really shouldn't have.
Skepticism
Lisbon entered the interrogation room, leaned over the table and looked the now silent man square in the face.
"So you're the doctor, are you?"
The man blinked at her matter-of-fact tone then curiously looked deep into her eyes. After a moment, his stern expression snapped into one of mock musing.
"You know, it still astounds me how thick you all can be. I've been telling you for the past half hour that that's who I am!" He leaned forward, eyes wide with intensity, face drawn in seriousness. "Now, really, you need to let me go. I promise you I'm not going to cause any more trouble than absolutely necessary."
"Right." Lisbon slipped into the chair, linked her hands before her and made a show of appraising his dark pin striped suit and overall appearance, completely ignoring his plea for freedom. "What happened to the bow tie, Doctor?"