Try again, fail again Fail better

by Eliatrope223

I was just a secretary for the NCIS, I didn't do anything to important for them. I was just a go to girl for the office, flies, coffee food, even problems. I knew the dirty little secrets about people in the office, and even out of it. Oddly enough people trust me, I don't know why.(OC)

1. Prologue

I waved goodbye to the barista feeling relieved. Since I'm sadly socially awkward I never really knew what to say to other people, and ordering ten cups of coffee, one for me, didn't help matters much. Keeping the, probably cringe like, smile in place I started to place the coffee's into this old laundry basket I had laying around.

A few of my semi co-workers, I say semi because I don't know them well and it would be rude to say strangers, asked me to get them some coffee since I was on my break and with nothing else to do I agreed. Picking up and holding the laundry basket with the coffee, with pieces of cardboard box separating them, I made my way to the front of the coffee shop. Pushing my back against the door of the tiny coffee shop, I briefly held it open for a couple before a slight frown fell upon my face as I removed my body from the door allowing it to close behind me. 'The sun so fudging bright.' I thought squinting my eyes, feeling my body slowly start to heat up I sighed and shifted the box into a more comfortable position before processing towards my car.

I let a warm smile grow upon my face as I gazed at my baby. A 1967 Chevy Impala, its coat was such a deep blue it looks black. But when the light hits it just right, its a shimmering blue. It took me years to get my dream car. Three jobs, all with shitty pay, rude customers, whiny co-workers, and good-god the late nights. But it was all worth it.

Reaching the diver-side I carefully placed down the laundry basket and fished for my car-keys in my vest pockets. Touching the cool metal of the keys in my pocket, I grabbed them and unlocked my car-door.

I grimaced, it felt like my car was attempting to over cook me, before bending forward to start my car. Leaning out of baby I swiftly turned around to pickup the laundry basket filled coffee, refusing to stay out any longer then necessary. Immediately making my way to the divers side I maneuvered the basket to my hip, balancing it as I opened the door.

Shutting the door with a slam I moved back to the drivers side and got in, taking one last glance at the basket I pulled out of the parking spot and made my towards NCIS.