Hello! This chapter is from the Psych viewpoint, so the Doctor is not named until he names himself. But we have some nice Lassie/Doctor conversation. And this one is a bit longer than my others, so be warned.
And a huge thank you to MysteryGirl7Freak for reviewing!
Disclaimer: If I owned either of these, I would have some money. I have no money, so I do not own.
As they approached the pier, the first thing they noticed was a tall man hovering over a body.
"SBPD! Freeze! Hands where I can see 'em!" Lassie shouted as he raced out of the car, gun pointed towards the man.
The man slowly pulled his hand out of his pocket, and raised it, along with his left hand, into the air. "I was just…" he trailed off, looking at the body, covered in dried blood, then back up to Lassie and the rest of the group as they caught up. "Okay, I can see how this looks bad, but I do have a reasonable explanation! I'm—" He reached into his coat pocket, and felt the hole. Oh, no. It must be in the TARDIS. "Apparently, I have a hole in my pocket. If you'll just let me go, I can fetch some ID that I'm sure will clear things up." He smiled, somewhat unconvincingly.
"Like I'm letting you go, you psycho." Lassie snapped handcuffs on the man, and led him towards the car.
"I'm not psycho! Well, not completely psycho."
"Says the man wearing a trenchcoat in Santa Barbara in the middle of the summer!" Gus retorted.
"And you're wearing sneakers with a suit." Lassie snarled.
"Guys! Can we please not critique the fashion choices of a possible murder?" Juliet asked.
"It really depends on what he's wearing." Gus responded.
Juliet stopped and glared.
"Ahem, I mean, of course we can not critique."
Juliet smiled.
"I can clear this all up. You see, I'm—"
"Save it for the interrogation, Dick Van Dyke." Lassiter snarled, shoving the man into the car.
"Oi! Dick van Dyke?! That's a bit harsh, now."
...
At the station, Lassiter was in the interrogation room with the man. The strange man seemed quite comfortable for a man who was being questioned for murder, leaned back in his chair, arms folded behind his head.
"Let's start small, shall we?" Lassiter grinned briefly, then returned to his glare. "Name."
"Can't I have a snack first? I'm a bit peckish."
"No, give me your name."
"All right, I'm the Doctor. Now, can I have a banana?"
"God, it's like interrogating Spencer. You're doctor what, exactly?"
"Just the Doctor."
"Mm-hm. Is that some kind of code name? Are you in a gang?"
"What? No! I did join a polka band once, though. I was on accordion."
"Ugh."
"Don't like polka?"
"No, it's the armpit of the music industry…no, rap is. Polka is more like the…I'm interrogating you!"
"Not doing a very good job, are you?" The Doctor grinned.
"Listen here, buddy. I'll try this one more time. What. Is. Your. Name?"
"I'm the Doctor."
"Doctor Who?!" Lassie slammed his hands down on the table and glared at the Doctor, inches away from his face.
"I knew you'd get there! Oh, I love it when they say that. Can I have my phone call now?"
Lassiter looked ready to strangle the Doctor, so it was a good thing Juliet entered the room, holding a manila folder. It was less of a good thing that she was followed by Shawn and Gus.
"I've got a witness statement from the second murder. Lady saw him—" she pointed to the doctor "talking to the victim before she died."
"What did you say to her, you sick, sick man?"
"I was trying to see what was killing her!" The Doctor insisted. "You see, I am Doctor John Smith, a detective in London. I was on holiday with my friend when I—Martha!"
"Well, Doctor," Lassie sneered. "You got any ID to back up that outlandish story of yours?"
"I dropped it! If you'd let me go back…" He trailed off, noticing that wouldn't work. He tried a different tactic. "My friend can fetch it! If you'll let me call my friend…!"
"Martha. Right."
"Really! I need to call her!"
"You are in the middle of an interrogation."
"Which I can clear up with my ID!"
"I am questioning you!"
"You can't be doing a very good job." Shawn said. "Didn't even have his name until we showed up."
"Or have any kind of story." Gus added.
"Oh, I like them." The Doctor said. "Can't they interrogate me instead?"
"Ooh, can we? I've always wanted to interrogate a weird British guy."
"Since when, Shawn?"
"Since I saw the fourth Harry Potter movie, Gus. The scene where they questioned the fake Moody was very emotional."
"I hear that." Gus and Shawn fist bumped.
"Will you two knock it off?" Lassie snapped.
"Carlton's right." Juliet said. "Besides, the fourth movie was mediocre at best. Moody didn't even look right."
"Not to mention the lack of Winky." Lassie grumbled.
Everyone stared at him.
"What? That house-elf played a very important part in the fourth and fifth books. I did like that Barty Crouch Junior character, though."
"You liked that psychopath?" Gus asked incredulously.
"He wasn't that bad." The Doctor interrupted. "And—"
"Zip it, Doc." Lassie snapped. "O'Hara, please escort our suspect to make a phone call while I look over this report."
"Of course, Carlton. Come on, Doctor."
The Doctor peered over Lassiter's shoulder as he got up. "Can I see that?"
"No!" Everyone in the room shouted.
Pouting slightly, the Doctor exited the room, led by Juliet.
...
"So, I can't help but notice the differences in personalities in your team." The Doctor said as he was being led to the phone. "The two blokes than came in with you—not very detective-y, are they?"
"I'll have you know Shawn is the best psychic detective this force has ever seen." Juliet responded as they reached a payphone-type phone. "You get one call. Make it count."
"Of course, Miss O'Hara." The Doctor flashed Juliet a grin as he dialed.
"Hello?" Came a very confused sounding voice over the phone.
"Martha!" The Doctor exclaimed happily.
"Doctor? Is that you?"
"Yes. Now listen very carefully. I need you to bring me—"he glanced over at Juliet, who was watching him closely. "My, um, ID. I'm currently at the Santa Barbara Police Department—"
"Did you seriously get yourself arrested? We haven't even been here two hours!"
"What can I say, I don't like wasting time. But Martha, I found a body."
"Doctor, please tell me they didn't—"
"Yes."
"Doctor"
"Martha, the body," he lowered his voice. "The body was definitely our area."
"What? You think an alien…"
"Yes. And I need you bring me my ID immediately so we can investigate I won't be prime suspect!"
"Wait…you don't have your psychic paper?"
"No! It must have fallen out of my coat pocket!"
"I told you to lose the trench coat."
"Never!"
"Where's the paper?"
"It's in the TARDIS." He noted Juliet looking strangely at him. "That's what we named our…rental car." He told her. "Please hurry, Martha."
"Yeah, yeah. Of course, I'll be right there. Just…try not to get in any more trouble before I get there."
"Oh, you know me, Martha. I avoid trouble like the plague."
I thought this would be a nice little stopping point. Don't worry, the Doctor and Shawn will be back next week. Reviews would be very nice. Any kind of criticism would be welcome, as I really have no idea how this is being received. Nice or even not-so-nice reviews are welcome. Oh, and my 18th birthday is next week, so I'm not totally sure when I'll update. I promise it'll be soon, though.