Everyone that had been crowded around McGee's computer went silent. The other federal agents in the large room hadn't seemed to notice the strange man that had appeared.
Without a word, Gibbs pushed his way out from behind the desk, pulling the Doctor by the back of his collar along with him and quickly approaching the second man.
"Whoa, there," The guy in the bow tie said, raising his arms and taking a small step back.
Gibbs ignored him and continued his approach. When the man was in arm's length, Gibbs took him by his collar and started pulling the two of them down the hall.
"I'm guessing we didn't exactly get off on the right foot," the man in the bow tie stated, stumbling a bit as he was dragged.
"Oh, look," The Doctor said, practically walking backwards, "We have a genius over here."
"Oh, shut it," the bow tie man said, "You don't even know what's going on."
"Both of you shut your mouths!" Gibbs said, continuing to drag them to the interrogation room, "Not another word unless I ask you to speak. Are we clear?"
The two men nodded silently.
"Good."
"Okay," Abby said, sitting down on a dirty crate, "We're in a quiet spot. What do you want to tell me that is so important?"
The man in the bow tie stood and stared at Abby, "How did you get here?"
Abby sighed angrily, "I told you. I just… ended up here."
"And what were you doing before you ended up here?" the bow tie man asked.
"I was in my lab," Abby explained, "I'm a forensic scientist for NCIS. Anyway, I was sweeping up shattered glass and for some reason I stopped, went to my car, and drove away."
"Why would you do that?" The man in the blue vest asked.
"I don't know," Abby shrugged, "I was told to."
"By who?" asked the man in the bow tie.
"I don't know," Abby said throwing her hands in the air, "I don't remember."
The man in the bow tie made eye contact with his two companions, looking worried. "And where did you go?"
"Some weird house," Abby answered, "It was like… like a mansion. It was super old. It was called…. Wester Drumlins."
The bow tie man's eyes got big. "You mean the one in London?"
"No. It was just a replica."
"How do you know?"
"Someone told me."
"Who?"
"...I don't know."
The bow tie man sighed in frustration, "So… let me get this straight. You went to a house for no good reason-"
Abby cut him off, "No. I had to do something."
"Do what?" the man in the bow tie asked.
"I had to give the angels the sonic screwdriver."
There was a small pause as the bow tie man processed her words,"Why? Who told you to do that?"
"I don't know why and I don't know who told me to do it."
"How do you know what a sonic screwdriver is?"
"I don't!"
"Then why are you talking about it?!"
"I don't know!"
There was another pause, "Okay… so you were cleaning your lab, you left in your car and drove to The Wester Drumlins Mansion that was only a replica but you don't know how you know that, why you went there, or who told you to do it. You go inside the house to give the angels the sonic screwdriver but you don't know who the angels are or what a sonic screwdriver is but you use the words anyway. And on top of that, you end up in Venice, 1580, and have no idea where you are or how you got here."
"Yes," Abby said.
"...Okay." The man in the bow tie starred in the sky, thinking, "So, what I've concluded is that you most likely met an alien that tells you to do things but you can't remember who or what it is… and obviously this alien told you to give the angels the sonic… so it's obvious how you got here but unclear why the angels want the screwdriver… and also the part about the other alien telling you to give it to them… it's like they formed some sorta… alliance… But that doesn't make sense! Aliens don't do that. They… fight each other, not work together…"
A loud scream rang out in the open air making the four of them turn in the direction, then look each other in the eye, sharing the same idea.
At the same time they took off down the road to see what had happened.
"Tell me what's going on," Gibbs said, slamming his hand down on the table.
The two men he had dragged into the interrogation room were both sitting in metal chairs, side by side, hands cuffed to the table.
"Are these really necessary?" The bow tie man asked, shaking his hand around and making the cuffs jingle silently.
Gibbs didn't answer but continued to stare at the two of them.
"Fine," The man in the bow tie conceded, letting his hand fall limply on the table, "My name is the Doctor-"
"Don't lie to me," Gibbs said, staring coldly into the man's eyes.
"I wasn't." The man in the bow tie protested.
"No." Gibbs said, shaking his head, "We already have a Doctor so don't try playing any games."
"Are you talking about him?" the man in the bowtie asked, nodding his head toward the Doctor.
Gibbs continued to stare.
"Okaaay…" the bow tie man said, "Allow me to explain. We-" he pointed to himself and the other man sitting next to him, "Are the same person."
"Ohhhhh…." The Doctor said, realizing, "You're the future me?"
"I happen to be, yes," the man in the bow tie nodded, "And you look like you've put on a few pounds."
The Doctor looked down at himself, frowning.
"What the heck are you two talking about, being the same person?" Gibbs demanded angrily.
"I am future him," the man in the bow tie answered.
Gibbs chuckled menacingly, "Don't give me any of that. I've heard better lies told by teenage children. The two of you don't even look the same."
"Call it…" The bow tie man, paused, "Call it a genetic… thing."
The Doctor chuckled, "Very nicely put."
Bow tie man went on, "Listen… you…"
"Jethro," The Doctor offered.
"Really?" The man in the bow tie asked.
The Doctor nodded.
"Right… Jethro, I'm sure… myself, here, has told you that we're aliens because, let's be honest, he loves the attention." the bow tie man stated. The Doctor looked like he wanted to argue but stayed silent, "Our race… we're like cats, you see…"
"Yeah," The Doctor added, "Except with twelve lives instead of nine."
"Exactly. When we die, we turn into a different person. It's all very confusing. Don't ask me to explain further. But since we're the same person we need nicknames but not now because I didn't come to make mates with my past self. I came because you all need help and I'm the only one that can."
"Can what?" Gibbs asked, not giving off any emotion.
"I can save your friend." the man in the bow tie answered. "And, going further, I can help solve this alien pest problem you have going on, here."
"How are you gonna do that?" The Doctor asked.
"Because I already know what your facing."
There was a silence between the three men, Gibbs looking annoyed and the Doctor fascinated.
"So what are they?" The Doctor finally asked, breaking the silence.
The second supposed Doctor smiled slightly, "They're called the Silence. It's more of a religious race then a species. Last time I checked they were out to get me. Kill me and what not but I'm not going to say more on that matter because, you know, spoilers. Anyway, they're everywhere. In every corner, in every room."
"What?" Gibbs asked, "You're saying they're invisible?"
"No," Doctor number two said, "You can see them. You can see them clear as day… but you can't remember them. The second you look away… you forget. You forget what they look like, what they are… what they told you to do."
There was a small pause as bow tie man let that sink in.
"You're friend," Doctor number two said, looking to Gibbs, "She disappeared from her lab. Drove off somewhere."
"How do you kn-" Gibbs started.
Bow tie man cut him off, "It's tricky. I can't explain it all now, but she was told to go, she just can't remember. She doesn't think- she doesn't know, that it was someone else's idea for her to leave. She thinks it's her own… and you humans… you're always listening to your gut. But that's the problem. All your feelings, all you decisions… you don't know if they're yours… or theirs. Your instincts can be their instincts. Your gut feelings their own. At this moment, you cannot trust anything the little voices in your head are telling you to do because they might not be yours."
Gibbs didn't speak for almost a full minute before finally saying, "What do we do."
"We warn people. We warn everyone. Let them know that what they're facing is real and to shout if they see one."
"How will they know if they do see one?" The Doctor asked.
"Trust me. They'll know."
Hey you guys. This is kinda weird but I'm gonna do something that has probably never been done before… at least not to my knowing. My mates and I like to have little debates about which is better and make bets and ask people. So… please leave a comment answering the question but only if you want to. I'm not forcing this on anyone. Just thought it would be fun to spice up my life a bit… so at the end of every chapter, I'll ask a question and you can choose to give your opinion or not. :)
Do you prefer the Tenth Doctor in his brown suit or his blue suit?
