It may be a bit late, but here it is! (And in case you were wondering, I had a fantastic birthday. My parents got my series 1-9 of Doctor Who! So, hopefully, I can make sure Martha's in character from now on. I've been having a bit of trouble with her. Anyway, enough rambling.

Disclaimer: I do not own Psych or Doctor Who. I do, however, own the ringtones of both shows' theme songs.

Ten minutes later, once again in the interrogation room, with a very frustrated Lassiter still getting nowhere, the group heard a knock on the door.

"Guys?" Buzz McNabb opened the door cautiously. "I've got a girl here who says she needs to see the Doctor."

"McNabb, do you have any idea how unprofessional this is?" Lassie snapped, extremely frustrated at the lack of response he had been getting from trying to talk with the Doctor, made only worse one Shawn and Gus had decided to join in with their own questions, mostly concerning fish and chips, and why the British called "fries," "chips."

"Doctor!" A pretty dark-skinned woman pushed around McNabb. "I've got your ID!"

"Brilliant!" Before anyone could stop him, the Doctor ran up and snatched a piece of folded leather. "I knew I could count on you Martha!" He unfolded it and held it up to Lassiter. "See?"

"Detective Chief Inspector of Scotland Yard? And an M16 agent?" Lassie read. "Is this legit?" He snatched it from the Doctor, and seemed unsatisfied by whatever he deduced from his impromptu inspection.

Shawn laughed. "You feeling okay, Lassie. 'Cause I'm pretty sure that's blank. Nice though, British Guy."

"Um, Shawn?" Gus muttered. "That paper is definitely not blank. I'm pretty sure it has a recommendation from the Queen."

"Yeah, Shawn, it's definitely legit. And not blank." Juliet added, having grabbed the paper and inspected it.

"No, there's nothing on it." Shawn insisted.

"You really can't see anything?" The Doctor asked, intrigued.

Shawn looked around the room, noting just how everyone looked at the paper. If they really couldn't see anything, they were doing a really good job of pretending. So Shawn faked a laugh.

"Of course I can see it, Doc. I was just…you know…messing with you."

The Doctor nodded but seemed unconvinced.

"Doctor, how can he...?" Martha trailed off, looking at Shawn curiously. "I mean, he's no Shakespeare."

"Why would I want to be some old guy with no hair?" Shawn asked. "Speaking of, your hair is very impressive, my British mate. The British say 'mate,' right?"

"Yep." The Doctor popped his 'p.' "And my I add, your hair is quite nice yourself."

"Oh, stop." Shawn waved his hand, chuckling slightly. "Just because I have been gifted with both psychic abilities and a head full of rich, thick hair, doesn't mean I want it brought up all the time."

"Then why do you always bring it up?" Gus asked. "And your hair is not that great. I'd give it a six out of ten, tops."

"Oh, come on, Gus. It's at least a nine."

"I'd say seven, maybe seven-point-five." The Doctor put in.

Shawn seemed to accept this, and inspected the Doctor. He noted the sand still in the Doctor's fingernails, the darkened circles barely noticeable under his eyes, and moved to Martha, where he noticed a faint bruise on her wrist and the way she held herself, like she was prepared to run or fight at the drop of a hat. He also noticed how the Doctor subtly placed himself slightly in front of her, as if to protect her from some unforeseen danger.

Shawn placed his fingers to his temple. "I'm sensing you and your friend aren't from around here. That you travel a lot."

"What was your first clue, Spencer? The accents?" Lassie rolled his eyes and snatched the ID from Juliet.

"I'm also sensing you two have seen your fair share of danger. That you have fought a lot... and lost some good people recently, who you were close to..."he was planning on going into detail, but the raw pain behind the Doctor's eyes made him hesitate. "But..." he noticed the excitement behind Martha's eyes. "You love it. You wouldn't trade it for the world."

"Your 'abilities' are even sadder than usual Spencer. Obviously these agents have fought a lot of dirtbags." Lassiter looked at the paper one more time, and reluctantly handed it back to the Doctor. "So, what? You and Scotland Yard gonna take this over? Something of international importance?" Surprisingly, his voice had only a hint of sarcasm.

"As a matter of fact, I do need control over the situation. We've seen a few of these back in England. A couple of dukes, maybe a duchess or two. I think my friend and I have this covered. Although…" he thought for a moment, then apparently made a decision. "I could use a psychic."

"No! No way does Spencer get to work on this and I don't. No way!" Lassiter fumed.

Shawn half-raised his hand. "Do we get diplomatic immunity?"

"No."

"Then we accept."

"We?"

"Every consulting psychic needs a lovely cocoa-colored companion."

"A companion! Perfect!" The Doctor grinned again, and with a dramatic flourish of his trenchcoat, turned and exited the room, followed by Martha Jones, Shawn Spencer, and Burton Guster.

Well, we're off! Shawn, Gus, Martha, and the Doctor are on the case! What do think?

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