Title: Not As We Know It
Fandom: Doctor Who/Rizzoli and Isles
Characters: Moira, Jane, and the First Doctor
Word count: 326
Rating: PG-13?
Disclaimer: The characters and situations portrayed here are not mine. Doctor Who belongs to the BBC and Rizzoli and Isles belongs to TNT. This is a fan authored work and no profit is being made. Please do not archive this story without my permission.
Author’s Notes: This is also an answer to the crossovers100 prompt 004 - Insides. (It's not posted there yet.)
I keep writing Maura's name as Moira, because that's the Irish spelling, dang it! This may be the first of a series, I haven't quite decided.
Summary: Strange things are happening in the autopsy room...

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Maura was usually the undisputed master of the autopsy lab, so Jane was surprised when she saw her bent over their latest body, clearly following the instructions of the old man looking over her shoulder.
“Careful now,” he admonished as she made small incisions with a steady hand.
“Maura?”
Jane’s voice was soft but the other woman still startled.
“Oh!”
“Watch out!” the old man snapped.
The body on the table jerked, and several purple tentacles burst out into the air, grabbing for Maura as the man pulled her back.
“You alerted it, you silly girl!”
Rooting around in his pocket the man pulled out a bag and began trying to throw a powder over the tentacle-waving body while dodging its wild attacks. Jane responded to the bizarre event in the only way she knew how – by emptying her gun into the thing on the autopsy table. It twitched a few times before falling still, the tentacles becoming lifeless.

Silence reigned for a moment before being brutally broken.
“What the hell, Maura?”
Maura gave a nervous smile and gestured towards the old man.
“Jane, this is the Doctor. Doctor, my friend and colleague Jane.”
The Doctor? Jane mouthed to her.
Just go with it, Maura answered.
With a shrug and an exaggerated eyebrow raise Jane turned towards the man.
“Pleased to meet you.... Doctor.”
The Doctor gave a short nod and a huff. Jane snorted. They sized each other up for a short time, before he gave another, more measured nod.
“Yes, you’ll do. Come along!”
He turned on his heel and headed out the room, Maura following in his wake.
“Do? Do for what?”
They disappeared though the door, and Jane had no choice but to follow.
“Maura, what – hey, wait for me! Hold the elevator! Will someone tell me what the hell is going on?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Maura asked, seriously. Jane shot her an incredulous look.
“No.”
“We’re going to stop the aliens.”