[CLOSED]

[semper_fi_agent]

· WHO: Gibbs (semper_fi_agent) and Reno (clockingout.)
· WHAT: Gibbs doesn't like phones. Especially not cellphones. So he demanded politely requested that he and Reno meet face to face.
· WHERE: By the front door.
· WHEN: November 28, after this.
· HOW: On-going; closed.

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[clockingout]

Another newbie, oh boy. Truthfully, Reno was getting more than just slightly tired of this. Always with the same questions, the same reactions to his answers-- man, why didn't he say no this time? Hopefully this guy had some kind of useful information to offer in exchange. Or some level of tolerance for the unbelievable, because having to 'explain' all the time was starting to feel like a real pain in the ass. More like arguing in the end, with a heaping side of 'I told you so' afterwards. Gaia as a drug? If anything, the Turk had a feeling that this might be good for a laugh.

"You beat me to it," he announced in greeting, stepping into the front hall with a nod.

And here he'd been hoping to arrive first-- then again, if the man was so new, he probably hadn't gone far from this spot since arriving. A few questions and he was out of here, that's it. No way he's taking every person to walk though that door on some sort of tour.

In which Gibbs does some srs profiling AKA it took so long to write, and sucks SO MUCH DX

[semper_fi_agent]

Gibbs was angry. Had been since that door slammed shut behind him. But one look at Reno and he knew that "angry" was the wrong tack.

Red hair that reminded Gibbs of a cardinal's crest in both color and shape, so wild it made the ex-marine's scalp itch (not that he was one to talk about hair cuts,) red tattoos under his eyes like war paint, and, watching Reno's swagger, Gibbs wondered if they were gang tags. But if the red-head was working for the underworld, he'd moved on up to the organized end of things, if that suit was anything to go by.

...No. Not a suit, not really, he decided after a moment's scrutiny. The zippered front, the fine material, the careful tailoring, the peculiar cut.... That was an expensive suit, but more importantly, it was a suit with a purpose. Reno, wearing that expensive suit like he'd rolled out of bed in it, wearing it like a second skin....

It was a uniform. Uniforms meant lots of things, and while Gibbs didn't know what that suit meant, he did know that it was a part of Reno. When he dealt with the

YOU ARE FINE BB :B

[clockingout]

It was lucky for Gibbs that Reno couldn't read his mind, because he would've walked out of there right then and left him to fend for himself. His bets were on that this guy didn't have half half a clue as to what a Turk did (or was, for that matter), so he was at least used to people here scrutinizing his clothes like it was some kind of alien matter.

And it wasn't even that unusual.

"You're too kind. Really," it was less a sarcastic tone than a conversational one, taking his own few moments to size Gibbs up. While Reno still wasn't sure of what he did for a living, it sounded a lot like investigative assignments-- not far off from his own duties.

If that was the case, dealing with him shouldn't be too problematic. "So, what was it that you couldn't ask over the handsets?"

Might as well get right to business, right? He certainly had no plans of wasting his whole day here. A few minutes, he could spare-- as long as the were a quick few minutes. And as long as the old man hadn't called him here to ask for directions or something.

[semper_fi_agent]

Lips twitching up, Gibbs leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. He peered at Reno for a moment, deciding how best to move forward.

He raised a vaguely doubtful eyebrow. "Make y'a deal." Pushing off the wall, he strode over to the base of the stairs and sat on the bottom steps. "I'll keep my questions short, and anything I miss off the FAQ you fill me in, straight. We'll keep it quick." The eyebrow stayed up.