"I don't understand it," Ziva said to Tony, staring through the one sided glass of the interrogation room where the strange man they had found was sitting. He was currently scrubbing black ink from his fingertips… or at least he was trying to.

"The man has no records, whatsoever," continued Ziva, "He's just… no one."

"Oh please, Ziva," Tony said, "Nobody is no one."

"We don't even have a name!" argued Ziva, gesturing to the man.

"Yeah, well Gibbs will change that in a second."

The room to the interrogation room swung open as Agent Gibbs himself walked through the door, carrying a small notebook under his arm and a pen in his hand.

"Can I have my coat back?" the strange man asked, sitting up in his seat.

"It's currently being examined for any dangerous objects," answered Gibbs in a flat tone, slapping the notebook down on the metal table.

The strange man sat back, looking a bit disappointed.

"So," started Gibbs, taking a seat, "Let's start with your name."

"The Doctor," the strange man answered coolly, leaning back in his chair, making its two front legs leave the ground.

"I asked for your name," Gibbs said.

"Yes. I know," the supposed Doctor retorted, "And I've given it to you."

Gibbs continued to stare at the Doctor, unblinking.

...TWO ROOMS OVER…

"And you said your name was… Donna." Agent McGee stated, a brown file filed with paper opened up in front of him.

"Donna Noble, yeah," Donna answered, nodding her head. "Now listen," she continued, "If that man I was with, The Doctor, has done anything to upset you people, I'm sure it was on accident, so please, just let us go."


"Yes," answered The Doctor, "I landed my spaceship inside your head quarters, completely on accident."

"A spaceship?" asked Gibbs, "That is not a spaceship. That is a wooden box."


"Yeah, he says it's some sorta disguise or whatever." Donna explained, "Personally, I think it's a bit too… old fashion."

"Uh…...hu," McGee said blankly, "And this man you're with, this… Doctor…. Who is he exactly?"


"I am going to be completely honest with you here," The Doctor said, leaning forward and folding his arms on the table.

"That's all I'm asking," responded Gibbs, picking up his pen and opening the notebook.

"Okay… I'm an alien. That wooden box that you saw is my spaceship. My friend Donna is my traveling companion. I save the universe on a daily basis."

Gibbs through the pen down on the table, "To hell with that! Tell me the truth!"


"I swear," Donna pleaded, "This is the truth. Me and my friend, we travel through time and space and we save the world. Please, we can't go to jail."

"I never said you were going to jail," McGee said with a sigh, "I just need you to tell the truth."


"Now listen, Agent…. whatever your name is," The Doctor said, leaning forward, "My spaceship is no ordinary spaceship. It's a magnet. It's always heading for trouble, and the fact that it landed here… something must be going on and it's something not good."


"Yeah," Donna said, looking into space, "It does always seem that, for some reason, we end up wherever trouble is. I mean, wherever we go, someone is always-"

A loud scream came ringing down the hall outside the interrogation room, making Donna stop in the middle of her sentence.


Gibbs whipped his head around, facing the one way glass where he knew Ziva and Tony were standing.

"What was that?" Gibbs asked.

Ziva's voice came over the speaker inside the room, "We don't know Gibbs, but it sounded like it came from the lab."

Gibbs froze before quickly getting up from his seat and running to the door. The Doctor also left his chair behind, proceeding to follow Gibbs but was blocked when Tony entered the room, his gun leveled at the Doctor's chest, "Sit your supposed alien butt back down."

Ziva also walked in, a pair of cuffs in her hands.

"Now… listen," the supposed Doctor protested, raising his hands in the air, "I might be able to help, but have to let me out of this room."

"Fat chance," Tony sneered, "Ziva, cuff him."

Ziva approached the Doctor, backing him into his chair and then cuffing his left hand to the table's leg.

"You are making a big mistake," The Doctor argued, pulling on the handcuffs as Ziva backed away.

"No," Tony said, "I don't think we are."


Agent Gibbs was running down the hall, taking a quick left before continuing on. Abby's lab wasn't too far away, so Gibbs was there in a flash.

The minute he stepped into the room, it was obvious that Abby had been throwing things around. Glass test tubes were laying in shatters on the floor along with several metal instruments and a now cracked magnifying glass.

Heavy breathing from the second room caught Gibb's attention. He hurried over to the sliding glass door that opened automatically to reveal Abby sitting on the floor, clutching her knees into her chest, and facing the wall to Gibb's left.

"Abs?" Gibbs asked, slowly approaching her.

Abby's head whipped around, the fear in her eyes quickly diminishing and turning to confusion, "Gibbs? What are you doing?"

"What am I doing?" Gibbs asked a bit shocked, "How about you?"

Abby looked around, realizing where she was, "Uhh…. I'm not... really sure."

"Abs, you were screaming," Gibbs said, taking a cautious step forward.

"Was I?" Abby asked, slowly getting up. "I didn't notice…. Gibbs, I have to go."

"Go where?" Gibbs asked, looking around.

Abby frowned, "I-...I'm not really sure…. I don't know why I said that."

"Are you okay, Abs?" Gibbs took another cautions step forward.

"Um… I'm not… I'm not really sure."