A/N: Something to balance out the last chapter. :)
Captive
"Usually, Lisbon is the designated negotiator in these types of situations; but seeing as this is your territory, you go right ahead."
The Doctor looked at the consultant, the perfect picture of annoyance on his face.
"Tell me; is she usually in these situations because of you?"
Jane shrugged. "Well…"
"Found them!" A voice hollered from down one of the many halls and was followed by the nearing ruckus of several shoes slamming against the floor.
Dean was the first to round the corner but stopped suddenly upon actually seeing them. Lisbon was next, followed by Sam and Amy (who actually skidded into Sam before she could stop).
"Jane…" Lisbon ground out in exasperation.
The man lifted his hands slightly higher from where they'd already been raised on either side of his head.
"It's not as bad as it looks, Lisbon, really."
"Yeah?" Amy piped up, her body swaying back and forth, ready to start running again. "'Cause it looks like you're surrounded by some heavily armed Sontarans."
Said group of Sontarans widened their circle to aim at the newcomers as well. As Jane and the Doctor had done and were currently doing, Lisbon, Amy, Sam and Dean lifted their hands to their heads in surrender.
"Well she's not wrong…" Jane allowed, avoiding both the dark looks from Lisbon and the Doctor.