A/N: I miss my shows! I've honestly only been able to keep up with Doctor Who-which by the way has broken my heart. I'm a terrible fan girl. But! 'Tis the season of Halloween and I felt a bit silly. Be forewarned, this is mostly dialogue-because I was exhausted and partially delusional from lack of proper rest. I hope you'll enjoy!

Written: 10-16-2012

Halloween Act I

"She bit me! Lisbon, did you see that-she bit ME!"

"Jane, sit down and shut up!"

The consultant did as told, sitting atop an overturned desk and staring at his hand; his face a mixture of horror and wonder. Lisbon had mere seconds to secure a barricade on the door before-

"Ow, okay, ow, it's starting to burn really bad. Lisbooon!"

"Oh, give it here, old man." Amy waltzed from the hotel restroom, first aid kit in hand.

Jane allowed the young woman to tend to his wound; his childish pout doing an excellent job of masking his true worry.

"Can you believe it? Zombies! Actual zombies!" The Doctor exclaimed, his voice quaking from his giddiness. "Amy!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll share your enthusiasm once Rory comes back in one piece and not like chew toy here."

"I think you could do a lot better than 'chew toy'." Jane commented.

Amy pulled tight on the tourniquet she'd wrapped, causing the older man to yelp.

"Okay," Bobby huffed, stepping away from the window where he'd been scouting the parking lot. "First thing's first. Get the Scottish woman away from the psychopath."

"Which one?" Lisbon managed to smirk. The Doctor lifted a finger in her direction, as if she were on to something, without so much as pausing in his pacing. Jane smiled brightly at her.

Unamused, Bobby scowled at Jane. "The one dumb enough to get himself bit by a damn zombie!"

"It's Halloween! I presumed she was deep in character!"

"And your job is to read people, is it?" Amy quirked a skeptical brow.

Jane stared at her for a moment, his face frozen in offended disbelief. He then shooed her away with his good hand. "I believe he said to move to the other side of the room."

"All right," Lisbon spoke up, securing her hand gun back in the holster at her hip. "Bobby, see if you can get a hold of Sam and Dean-something of this scale, they usually know what's going on." Bobby nodded and moved over to a corner to pull out his cell phone. "Amy, keep trying Rory, maybe he made it back to the TARDIS and can get us out of this mess-"

"Rory? Flying my TARDIS?" The Doctor exclaimed, appalled. "That's like asking Amy to sing the alphabet backwards after a pint!"

"Hey!" Amy yelped in offense. "If you have such a problem with Rory's driving, then why not call River? You know, your better half?"

Lisbon nodded. "That's not a bad idea."

"Yeah, I do like her." Jane threw in.

The Doctor gave the consultant a hard stare, his upper lip spreading across his teeth in a barely contained snarl. Jane simply raised his eyebrows, wordlessly asking if he'd said something wrong.

As the Doctor turned away, Jane shared a knowing smile with Lisbon.