Author: The Linn PM
What happens when you take a member of the BAU and have them switch bodies with someone aboard the TARDIS? I OWN NOTHING!Rated: Fiction T - English - 11th Doctor & S. Reid - Chapters: 4 - Words: 2,680 - Reviews: 18 - Favs: 18 - Follows: 31 - Updated: 01-04-13 - Published: 09-17-12 - id: 8534860
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Alright, my lovely readers, I am going INSANE! I'm determined to finish all of my stories that are on hiatus before school starts back up again. Of course, a good portion of them are... -whispers- CRIMINAL MINDS... and those scare me now. I've said many times before, I'm stuck in the Whoniverse (Doctor Who Universe) and all these violent Criminal Minds stories are terrifying.. But I've got to remember my roots. If it weren't for Criminal Minds, I wouldn't have found Fan Fiction. No Fan Fiction, no Doctor Who and so forth. So this story is going to be better and worse. My writing skills have developed more but my ability of writing Criminal Minds has gone... down. A lot. ALLONS-Y! (Alonso... hee hee.)
The team was sitting in the Round-Table Room, all gathered on one side of the table. They were staring at their friend, who had seemingly gone insane. In turn, the Doctor, who was very sick of this situation, was staring back, arms folded across (not) his chest.
"Would you all stop being so thick and hand me a mobile so I can sort this out?" The Doctor said suddenly, finally working a sort of solution out. He got a few glares in return, but the leader, who the Doctor figured out was called Hotch, slid his phone across the table.
"Put it on speaker." Hotch said, still not completely sure about what was going on. The Doctor nodded, dialing the TARDIS number and setting it on the table, speaker on. After a few rings, someone picked up.
"Hello? You've, uh, reached the TARDIS. Martha Jones speaking." The Doctor frowned and blinked.
"Sorry, sorry! Wrong TARDIS. My apologies, Martha. And before you hang up, what was the last trip you took?"
"Err, we just got the TARDIS back from the Weeping Angels... Who is this?" She asked slowly.
"Doesn't matter, just go kick the Doctor for me and tell him to stop messing with the Old Girl's Corrinating-Silop Threads. Bye!" The Doctor ended the call and looked at the team. He grinned. "I never did understand why Martha decided to kick me suddenly. Anyways, let's get the right TARDIS this time" The Doctor redialed the phone.
"Uh, hello? You've reached the TARDIS. Amy Pond speaking." A Scottish voice came from the phone. The Doctor grinned, half because of Amy following the same script for picking up the phone that Martha did and half because it was the right TARDIS.
"Pond! So glad to hear your voice!"
"Who is this?" Amy asked suspiciously.
The Doctor frowned. "It's the Doctor, Pond! Who else?"
"How can I know you're really the Doctor? Not some random person taking advantage of the situation?" Amy accused.
"...Fish fingers and custard."
"It is you, Raggedy Man! What the hell is going on, Rory is going insane trying to figure out what's wrong with you, well, with whoever is in your body. Says he's from the FBI."
"Ah, yes. I hope you're welcoming him more than I'm being welcomed by his fellow Agents. They don't trust me." He glared at the team of bewildered agents who, in turn, glared back.
"Like with Nixon in 1969?"
"Yup. We do not have a good track record for first impressions with the FBI."
"Anyways, have you tried to contact River yet? She's the only way I can think of for getting the TARDIS here."
"Yeah, but she hasn't picked up. Just wondering, Rory and I can't find the sonic anywhere, where is it?"
"Don't know how, but I have it here." The Doctor grinned, pulling it out and twirling it in his fingers.
"Can you like, I don't know, send a signal to the TARDIS and have her follow it to you?"
The Doctor blinked slowly. "That... will actually work. Good idea, Pond! See you in a bit."
"See you, Raggedy Man." The line went dead. The Doctor looked up at the agents.
"Alright, my backup and your friend are on the way. And I'm going to have to ask you to stay calm and not pull out your guns."
"What for?" JJ asked as the Doctor began messing with the sonic.
"It will be a big surprise." And with that, the Doctor pointed the sonic skyward and activated it. He let it run for a few seconds before letting it turn off. A wind began to sweep through the room as the TARDIS materialized, shocking the team. Once it fully materialized, the Doctor got up and pounded on the door.
"It's me, Ponds! Open the door!" The door opened quickly, revealing a red-headed woman. She frowned and squinted.
"Doctor?" She asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
"Who else? Now move!" He shoved her out of the way, sprinting into the TARDIS.
"Where are you going?" She yelled to him.
"They wouldn't let me get a bow tie!" Was the reply.
"You're insane, Doctor. You know that?"
"I was a mad man with a box without a box for a while there, Pond!"
All of a sudden, another man appeared in the doorway, dragging another behind him. The one he was dragging had his wrists and ankles bound with duck tape, with a strip across his mouth. His yelling was muffled by the duck tape, and he was struggling to get out of his his eyes landed on the team, they went wide and the yelling got louder, with the movements getting bigger. A few moments later, the Doctor appeared again, wearing a bow tie and braces. (That's British for suspenders, hee hee. You Brit's are hilarious.)
"Dear merciful Rassilon, Ponds, why did you do that to me?!" His eyes bugged out at the sight of what his companions had done to his body.
"Well..." Amy started.
"He was kind of was dazed at first and then started retaliating. So we had to get him under control." Rory finished. Amy grinned and patted Rory's shoulder.
"Rory went all Roman on him. It was kind of hot..." Amy trailed off, getting a dreamy look. Rory inched a way a bit while the Doctor face-palmed.
"Time and a place, Pond. Time and a place. If I'm sore when this is over, there will be consequences."
"Wait up a second here!" Morgan yelled, for some reason just realizing what was going on. "You keep saying that you're not in your body. So if that's your body, then that means Reid is... in it?"
The Doctor gave him a crooked smile, leaned down, and pulled the make-shift gag off of his body/Reid.
Ending it there for right now, I must go work on another story now. I'll come back to this one soon, promise!