RP for anyone and everyone interested...

[ncis_ringmaster]

"Hey, you look pretty bad."

Maggie looked up from her work to see McGee hovering around uncertainly. Mustering up a smile for him, she also gave him a wink and gestured to him to take a seat next to her desk.  It was quiet for a Wednesday morning and she gestured to the vase of daffodils she had received on Monday morning.

"You still haven't

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[rude_not_ginger]

So, the Doctor landed the TARDIS in a closet. Not so unusual, actually. He just hoped he'd land it in a closet, you know. In New Zeland. Which is where he was trying to go. No, no, everyone around him appeared to have American accents which meant he was lost. He probably wasn't even in the 32nd century.

He sighed and hopped on the lift. He could head down a few flights, figure out where he'd gone wrong, maybe get some lunch. His stomach growled. Lunch maybe before he figured out where he was? Well, he'd need currency.

He pushed the button for the next level and sighed.

[ncis_ringmaster]

"Damn your music, Abs," Maggie muttered to herself, gathering up all the files she needed, along with her purse and her cell phone. It wasn't out of the realm of possibility that Ducky would invite her to ride along with him and Jimmy. Normally she had things to do around the office, things that could only be done when the agents weren't crawling around everywhere torturing each other.

But she was flexible. She could make an exception. Aside from the sleepless few nights behind her, she was actually getting a lot of good feelings lately.

Humming to herself, she went to press the button on the elevator only to have the door open a split second before her fingers made contact. "Aha!" she celebrated for a moment as she got on. "You must have read my mind." she remarked to the man standing there.

[rude_not_ginger]

"Not so much," the Doctor replied with a wide smile. "Just trying to get a feel for what sort of building this is. Offices? Hmm. Offices. What floor are you going to?"

He stepped aside to let the young woman step in next to him. He tapped a finger against the "door open" button.

He was nothing if not polite.

Well, sometimes.

Occasionally.

Not really.

But now he was!

[ncis_ringmaster]

She paused a moment after his words sank in. What sort of building... kind of strange.

"Well, it's office area, I guess. The actual offices are reserved for the higher ups. You know, government operations. No one who actually works in the field has a real office."

She turned to him, giving him a once-over. He seemed like a nice sort, but most people showing up in suits were either FBI or higher-ups.

"You might want to try the upper levels, if you're looking for the Director."

[rude_not_ginger]

The Doctor shook his head.

"Nope. Actually looking for the ground floor, I think. Is it lunchtime yet? I'm starving. Didn't realize I was so hungry. Should be places to eat around, am I right?"

[ncis_ringmaster]

"Ah. Already in and out then. You should've mentioned it." Maggie hit the ground floor button. "The layout would drive a saint to swear if he wasn't familiar with it."

She took another look at him. Probably still jetlagged. It wasn't often they got foreigners straight to NCIS, but maybe that would explain the look in his eyes. She couldn't really place it, but it was something that had the potential to become a sort of manic gleam.

"It's late enough to take an early lunch if you want. I could walk outside with you and point you in the right direction, if your driver isn't around."

He did look like he could use a good meal or ten, after all.

[rude_not_ginger]

"Would you?" And he'd come to the assumption that all strangers were out to kill him or capture him. This was nice.

"And no driver, just me. Might hail a taxi should I need to go far. No money, though. Going to need to find an atm, I think." Quick wave of the sonic screwdriver would fix that.

He gave the back of his head a scratch as the door dinged them both out. "This way, then? I think? What did you say your name was?"

[ncis_ringmaster]

"Wait, no." She stepped out of the elevator quickly, in front of him. "You go anywhere but straight, no diplomatic paper in the world will stop the Marines from stopping and frisking. I'll walk you out so you don't get stopped."

She led him through the hallway, calling hello to a few people she knew. "You don't have any cash on you?"

She couldn't help but wonder what else he wasn't prepared for if he hadn't even brought any cash as they stepped outside. "Listen, you don't seem like an axe murderer and if you don't mind me saying so, you look like you could use a nice lunch. Why don't you let me buy you lunch and I can find out why you had a meeting here this morning?"

[rude_not_ginger]

He had a meeting here this morning? Oh, well, that's what she assumed. That would work. He was beginning to believe that Americans probably weren't all that bad.

He grinned broadly at her and nodded.

"All right. Can handle not getting groped by large military men then have someone buy me lunch."

[ncis_ringmaster]

"You don't mind bars, do you? There's Benzinger's, they've got a great lunch menu. Best salads in the entire city."

She caught his grin and chuckled. It was infectious. This was a bit of a perplexing situation. He didn't seem like any sort of bureaucratic government figure, but she couldn't think of any other official reason he'd be at NCIS and trying to find the ground floor.

"Be careful." she cautioned as she walked into the parking lot. "Some people treat parking lots like the highway, especially in this parking lot."

[rude_not_ginger]

"Right, right," the Doctor narrowly avoided a speeding Camero. The young woman wasn't lying. He could chalk it up to the century, if he had any idea what century it was. Late 20th? Early 21st? One of the license plates read "Virgina" and said the expiration was 09, which put him around 2008 or 09 and in America (he was right!).

"Bars are all right," he said. "Nothing too rowdy. Well, this time of day I can't imagine it would be."

He hopped to catch up with her.

[ncis_ringmaster]

It was a quick walk to the restaurant and she smiled as she saw her good friend (with occasional benefits) Cyrus at the bar. She gestured to her companion to follow her and walked up to greet him.

"Cyrus, how's it going?" she reached over to shake his hand.

"Maggie, it's going." Cyrus replied, then looked at the thin, wiry man beside her. "Who's your friend?"

"Now, that's a good question." Maggie turned to her new friend. "I don't think I caught your name."

[rude_not_ginger]

"John Smith," the Doctor replied, grinning a little awkwardly. "Didn't get your name, either."

[ncis_ringmaster]

"Maggie Carter." She smiled at him. "And Cyrus Prescott behind the bar there. Cyrus, could you get something for Mr. Smith here that'll fatten him up a little?"

Cyrus chuckled, but made no comment as he walked back into the kitchen.

"Come on, let's sit down. He'll bring the food out when it's done. I promise you'll enjoy it." Maggie took John over to a booth. "So, I didn't even ask what part of England you're from. Have you ever been to the Tower of London?"

She nearly kicked herself when she realized what she had just asked. Damn, that was just like someone assuming that she had been to Colonial Williamsburg because she lived in Virginia.

Well, she had been, several times in fact, but that wasn't the point.

[rude_not_ginger]

"Only the once, when it was being built." He said the words rather flippantly, and fussed a bit with the flowers on the bar.

"This is a nice place, though. Do you eat here often? Well, bar. Nice bar, yes."

[ncis_ringmaster]

She raised an eyebrow at his reply. He did seem completely serious, so she decided to play along with him a bit. If any evidence of truly unhinged behavior developed, she was perfectly safe right here in the bar.

"Then I guess you didn't see where Anne Boleyn was held, then." she said. She smiled at his question. "It actually doesn't start reminding me of a bar till Happy Hour. Until then, it's more a nice restaurant than anything else. That's partly why I got Cyrus the job here. I've been here a lot. My friends and I try to make a habit out of it."