Disclaimer: This is fanfiction.

Warning: Rated for language. I don't think I'll do anything too horrible in this, but if I do, I'll up the rating. I'll maybe mention some rape and murder, but it's SVU, so what do you expect?

A/N: Eleventh Doctor (so I can have River present without taking too many liberties, although I hate Matt Smith); SVU Season 12, Casey is around, I suppose. If you didn't know, Alex Kingston plays River and also Defense Attorney Pond on SVU – get ready to have your minds blown, kids.

Not The Doctor

1. The Blue Box

It had been a quiet day for the Manhattan Special Victims Unit. The two senior detectives, Elliot Stabler and his partner Olivia Benson, sat at their desks completing paperwork. They both looked forward to getting out of the precinct early. Elliot texted his wife Kathy with the hopeful news and they planned to take their youngest son Eli to the park to enjoy the mild summer day. Olivia just wanted to curl up on her couch in her sweats and watch bad television.

Detectives John Munch and Fin Tutuola were getting little done and instead throwing tiny balls of paper at one another, each time the other seemed to focus for more than a few seconds.

Munch said to no one in particular, "It's too quiet."

"Yeah, I know," Fin agreed, rocking backwards in his chair and throwing his legs up onto his desk, getting clumps of dirt all over a stack of papers.

"Shut up, Munch. You're going to jinx it," Elliot said from his seat, not looking up from his writing. He had one more report to go and several hours of daylight left.

The doors of headquarters swung open and ADA Casey Novak strutted in, her heels clacking all the way across the floor to Olivia's desk. She didn't look at or speak to anyone until reaching the detective's desk.

Olivia looked up, "Casey, are you ok? Don't throw up on my reports or I'll have to start over." She grabbed the stack of paperwork and shifted it away from the attorney. "What's up?"

Casey was pale and her eyes looked a bit glazed over, "I need you to come look at something outside."

"You look like you've seen a ghost…" Olivia became concerned then and it was apparent in her voice.

"Ghost?" Munch perked up again and attempted some eave's dropping.

Casey lowered her voice, "You need to see this and I need to make sure it's actually there."

Olivia got up quietly. She attempted to do so subtly. It was clear that Casey didn't want attention drawn to her, and Olivia was one to honor such a request – even if it wasn't explicitly spoken.

Elliot stopped writing and watched the two women head for the door. He looked toward Fin and Munch, who had also frozen in place to watch quietly. Munch's curiosity got the best of him and he stood up to follow.

Shaking his head, Elliot said, "I knew it was only a matter of time before Novak cracked."

"I told you it was too quiet," Munch said and pointed toward the door. There was something big and blue outside.

"Aw, what the hell?" Fin groaned, "You went and jinxed us for real."

Captain Don Cragen burst from his office. He had a knack for sensing when something was happening. Perhaps it was his glossy bald head or perhaps his suspenders. He shouted across the large room over the noise of phones and papers rustling, "What's going on?"

"Dunno, Captain…" Elliot got up then too and went to investigate.

Fin sighed and followed suit.

Sitting on the sidewalk just outside of the door was a blue police phone box – a thing from the 1950s and from London, not so much New York City. It was in the way and sitting directly in the path toward the door, but people walked around it as if it weren't there and no one seemed to notice. At the very least, no one cared.

Casey cared and was highly distressed by the box. She felt a little better since Olivia could see it and then since the other detectives could too. Elliot marched forward and yanked on the door as hard as he could, but it didn't budge. It was locked somehow.

Cragen joined the small group outside, "Who the hell put a big blue box in front of my building?"