A/N: This clawed its way out while I was at work. Enjoy!
The Flirt
"Is he flirting or is this how he usually is?" Lisbon asked uncertainly.
The Doctor had just bounded away from her to a blinking control system where he commenced to disassemble the wired programming. After going on a rather fast, rather long tangent about an elaborate diabolical plan he could disrupt in a matter of five minutes thus saving the world, he'd then spared her a few warm words, a wink, and toothy smile.
Donna, having already witnessed many of the Doctor's excited episodes, remained unfazed by the senior agent's inquiry and blandly watched the Doctor as he worked.
"This is how he normally gets when he's solved something and about to prove himself ever so clever. Impossible and cocky with the ladies!" Donna yelled out for the Doctor to hear.
But he'd already firmly placed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and managed to entangle his upper body amongst silver plated wires of every imaginable size, all attention on one track.
Donna turned to Lisbon with a casual shrug. "You're safe; nothing to worry about."