alien

one day in a strange city

~A/N and we finally meet Evie! While writing her, I realize she's more of a mix between Clara and Amy, two of my favorite companions hehe.~

~Evie just wanted to walk around and enjoy the last few days of respite she'll probably get in a while, and honestly she's feeling really attacked right now.~
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"Have I ever told you that you're my favorite doctor ever?" Evie cooed into the phone.

"Am I allowed to tell Tara that?" Spencer Reid replied with a laugh.

"Absolutely not, but thank you for taking care of Carmen for me."

"It's my pleasure. She's a good girl isn't she," Spencer coos at the cat in question. "How's Emily?"

"She's okay! Stressed as much as the head of Interpol can be and still denying that she's seeing anyone. She actually left this morning, apparently there's a crisis in Paris," Evie replied. "I just had breakfast with her at this cute little cafe, and now I'm just walking around. I figured I might as well spend the next two days exploring on my own."

"Be careful," Spencer warned.

"Yes daaaaaaad," Evie rolled her eyes. "I promise not to get killed."

"You better not, it'll take weeks to get a replacement, and I don't have the time to calculate how much room a new bookshelf would take up in my apartment AND do your paperwork."

"I figured you only liked me for my man power."

"And your cat."

Evie giggled. "Well, I'll leave you and Carmen to enjoy your evening."

"Have fun, and get me a souvenir!"

"But of course, good sir," Evie said with her exaggerated British accent, and with that she hung up the phone.

Evie had a little skip in her walk, warmed up with a light coat and coffee against the cool April air. As she strolled along the streets of London, taking up the sights and the people, a small stand caught the corner of her eye. Specifically, a kiosk that sold books that looked like they belonged in the 19th century.

Evie made her way towards the stand, the owner giving her a small smile as her eyes pursued the selection. A tattered, blue book caught her eye, one in the shape of a door. She opened it, her hands skimming the empty pages.

"Perfect little thing for a diary, don't you think?" The kiosk owner said. Evie looked up at her, matching the smile she got from the woman.

"I'll take it."

As she was digging around in her coat pocket, Evie felt a shiver run down her back. She turned around and did a scan of the area. Nothing looked out of normal, but she couldn't shake the anxiety bubbling in her.

"Are you alright, miss?" the woman asked. Evie snapped out of her reverie and quickly handed over the money, insisting that she keep the change. Evie grabbed the little bag the woman put the blue book in and turned around to make her way out of the area, only to be frozen still at the sight of a large, snarling wolf.

"Oh... hello there," Evie cooed, slowly backing away. The once busy street suddenly crowded around the creature and Evie, encircling them. Evie kept backing until her back hit the kiosk table, where the woman was frozen still with fear.

The creature looked like a wolf, but it seemed more like a figment of someone's nightmare. It was as if the creature was smoking, with little wisps of smoke seemingly surrounding the creature, creating an aura around it, much like what Evie imagined what a hell hound would look like in one of those Greek myths Spencer would randomly ramble about.

As a million questions raced through her mind, Evie felt a hand on her own. Her head snapped to the hand and her eyes followed, eventually finding the tall man connected to it.

Before she could even think about what was happening, the man laced his hand in hers and pulled her close, whispering "Run."