Gil opened the door to the bunker of the Men of Letters and carefully closed it behind her. She didn't want to be the reason why someone discovered the bunker of the Winchesters. A few months ago Gil had found out monsters are real. First, she had thought it was impossible but then she was given a case. A case she never could have solved without the help of the Winchesters: Sam, Dean and Emily. The victim of her case had been attacked and killed by a hell hound and they had told her when there's a 'crossroad demon deal' in town; there are always more. With the four of them they had managed to stop the killings and Gil had decided she wanted to be a hunter as well. Not just a FBI agent. She wanted to be able to hunt all the supernatural things in the world too, and Gil had threatened them to tell her boss they hadn't exactly been FBI agents if they didn't agree to teach her everything they knew. But now they were all such good friends, Gil wouldn't dare to think about betraying them and it was the same way around. They knew they could trust each other without thinking twice.

Gil was halfway down the iron stairs, but she started to run when she heard an unfamilair noise. It was a growing sound, to be exact, until it suddenly stopped. She ran towards the chart room; she was sure the noise had originated from there and she stopped dead in her tracks when her eye caught something that shouldn't be there.

"What the..." she murmered (A/N: I'm real good at tuning things out, lol). There was a blue police box standing at the far edge of the wall, but how on Earth did it got there? Perhaps the Winchesters had bought it for God knows what reason, but Gil was sure it hadn't been there last time and she had just heard a strange sound and now there was something strange standing in their - well, it wasn't really hers, but still - bunker. Coincidence? Perhaps, but most likely not.

Gil let out a short, high screech when the door of the box swung open. There was somebody in there?! She grabbed her gun and pointed it at the door, she clicked off the safety catch and took a deep breath. She was about to order whoever was in there to come out, when he already did.

"Hello-oh!" He quickly held up his hands when he noticed the gun pointed at him. Slowly, he stepped out of the box, probably trying to let her know he didn't mean harm, but Gil didn't trust him. How did he get here? And why was he in a police call box? That's just weird and eyebrow raising.

"Who are you?" Gil inquired the stranger. He had brown, messy hair and wore a brown suit with a long - also brown but lighter - trench coat over it.

The man smiled. "I'm the Doctor."

"What?" Gil was confused, was he lying at her while she held a gun at him, which was no to mention ready to fire?

"The Doctor," he repeated and his smile faded a bit away. "I know this may be hard to believe, but I am a Timelord. This here is my TARDIS which makes me able to travel through time and space, and I need your help."

Gil didn't know what to say, her mouth opened and closed as a fish on dry land but the only thing she managed to speak was, "What?" Funny, how such a small word can include all the questions you can imagine.

The man ran a hand through his hair, which made it even more messier, and let out a sigh.

"Don't move," Gil warned him. There was only one explanation; the man was a mad man and belonged into a mental institution. But, she started to think. If monsters and vampires, among others, were real, then why couldn't Timelords be either? She needed proof.

"Prove it," she demanded and the man tilted his head a bit, probably suprised she was considering to believe him. He slowly turned around and pointed at the blue box.

"In there," he said. "There's your proof."

Gil quirked an eyebrow. "You go first," and she ushered him to move with her gun. He nodded and opened the door with a snap of his fingers.

"How did you..." but she cut off her own sentence, perhaps it was some kind of computer system. After all, you can be able to turn the lights on and off by clapping your hands, in some houses. The man walked through the opening and Gil wondered what she would see if she followed him. She would feel pretty stupid if it appeared to be a trap, but after a small hesitation, she still followed him inside.

It took a her a few whole seconds to realise what she was seeing. It was not the inside of a police box, that was for sure. It was... Amazing.

"It's bigger on the inside," she said. It was impossible, but true.

"It indeed is," the man chuckled. Maybe he had heard that before?

Gil lowered her gun and put the safety lock back on. It was better proof than that she had hoped for. She supposed he really was a Timelord, called the Doctor. How weird that may sound. She marveled at the interior; it somehow reminded her of an ocean because of the colours. The walls were golden with small, yellow circles in it. She had no idea what it was, though. The ceiling was supported by six sea blue pilars, which was why it reminded her of the sea. The pillars looked like coral, but there also hung several black wires. In the center of the room stood a hexagonal platform with a desktop in the same shap. It had a huge glass pilar in the middle of it. It was all very impressive and shouldn't be able to fit into a police box, but yet, it did.

"It's beautiful," Gil murmered, which made the Doctor laugh again.

"I always love that part," he said, but Gil had no idea what he meant.

"You said you need our help?" she asked him curious, but before he could answer; they heard some other voices outside the - what was it called, again? - TARDIS.

"Uh, guys... Why is there a police box standing in our room?"

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A/N: Two updates in one day! I'm on a roll! Hehehe.

Only one more introduction to go, whoot whoot!