A/N: This is completely different from everything else I'm working on right now and it's sort of exciting! Also, hard for me to focus when I'm working on "serious" things. Lol…serious fanfiction - oxymoron! Also, last week's episode of Who totally made my brain hurt, and for this story, we're going to pretend none of that happened (I also don't want any SPOILERS in this). Thanks for the reviews!

4. Out of the Box into the Station

Elliot lowered his gun slowly and said, "It's bigger on the inside…"

At this point, no one inside the inexplicable craft cared enough to comment on his slow observation.

"Alright. Alright." Olivia took a deep breath. She felt dizzy. This whole thing was overwhelming, but if she passed out she knew Elliot would certainly shoot the odd British people in this weird police box. "Fin, lower your gun."

Fin refused and then aimed at River, "I'm not gonna do it until that lady puts hers down."

"Well, I'm not putting mine down at all because you barged onto my TARDIS and tried to shoot the Doctor," River told him firmly.

"Your TARDIS?" The Doctor's eyes narrowed at her.

"I actually know how to drive her." Her eyes darting back and forth making sure no more detectives came on board with their guns pointed at her. "And I hate you right now."

"You do not."

"Ms. Song…" Olivia started to cautiously approach her and Elliot watched protectively, "Hand me your gun."

"It's Dr. Song, and I will not give you my gun," she said adamantly. "I have a feeling I won't get it back and I'm rather attached to it."

"Just leave it in the TARDIS," the Doctor said, swallowing visibly as he watched the standoff between Fin and River. "Can she do that? Can she just leave it in here and then we can go inside and no one will get shot?"

"Yes, yes. She can do that, I guess. Do you have any weapons?" Detective Benson said to him. "We're going to need to pat you both down."

"What? I don't have a weapon. I only have a screwdriver."

"A screwdriver can be considered a weapon," she told him, "You're going to have to put it on the ground."

"What? It's not a weapon! That's absurd!"

"It won't hurt you unless you're made of metal," River rolled her eyes.

The Doctor reached into his jacket and pulled out the sonic screwdriver very slowly, keeping his other hand where everyone could see it. He held up the device and then he sat it down gently on the console of the TARDIS.

"That's not a screwdriver," Elliot pointed out.

"It's a sonic screwdriver," he corrected.

"Sonic…" Munch mumbled and looked over at the device. He reached out to touch it like a kid in a candy store.

"Don't touch that," the Doctor said to him without even turning.

River growled and put her gun on the floor of the TARDIS and then she kicked it away from her and also away from all of the detectives. She didn't want any of them grabbing it and then keeping it because she didn't have a permit or some other twenty-first century United States nonsense. Fin, seeing her do this, put his gun back in its holster.

"Let's go, Mr. Munch. I apparently have to go inside," the Doctor said, becoming jovial again, but still keeping his hands above his head.

"I'm sorry about this," Munch said to him.

"Oh, it's alright. This happens sometimes."

Elliot and Olivia lead River off of the TARDIS and were followed by Fin, who kept looking over his shoulder at the Doctor and Munch. Once beyond the doors, the Doctor snapped his fingers and the TARDIS closed. River let out a sigh of relief, still concerned for the well being of her gun. Cragen had taken a seat on the precinct steps and Casey was frantically making calls attempting to locate Attorney Pond because she thought she was losing her mind.

Elliot whirled around and forced the woman up against the side of the blue box, face first.

She didn't resist and instead just said, "This is really unnecessary."

When Elliot started to pat her down, the Doctor put his back to Fin and said, "Do you need to do the same thing to me?"

"Both of you relax, we're members of New York's finest," Olivia said. She was trying so hard to be the voice of reason in the outlandish situation. She didn't know how exactly she'd ended up taking command.

Munch watched as people on the sidewalk paid no mind to the events taking place. They just walked around the TARDIS and didn't even give a second glace to the two people being patted down up against the out of place object. The gears in his head were still turning. Something odd was happening, but he didn't want to argue with the lead detective just yet about conspiracy theories.

"New York's finest what?" The Doctor asked and then giggled as Fin touched his legs.

"What do you mean Attorney Pond is in her office?" Casey shouted into her phone, "She is standing right in front of me!"

"For the love of all things good, I am not Attorney Pond!" River shouted back at her over her shoulder. "I am not an attorney at all! I'm an archeologist!"

"Alright, she's clean," Elliot said, clearing his throat, feeling slightly foolish for manhandling the woman.

"This guy is all clear too," Fin said and grabbed the Doctor forcefully by his elbow, guiding him inside.

Cragen got up, shaking his head, following the group into the building, "After this, I'm retiring."