So the other day I was thinking about in D. Gray-Man, Allen said he couldn't create a doorway to the Ark in a location he'd never been. And that got me thinking, what would happen if he did try it?

I do not own D. Gray-Man or NCIS

"Allen? Eh, Allen." Lavi was standing a few feet away from Allen, who was indulging in a large plate of food. By the time Lavi could try and figure out exactly what it was Allen was eating, it was gone.

"Hey, Allen. I've got dangos!" Allen turned around.

"Really?" Allen looked around for a few seconds before realizing that Lavi had lied about having the dangos. He turned back around.

They'd just gotten back from the mission in Edo a couple days ago, and their injuries from the mission had mostly healed. It was tough, but they finally found Marshal Cross, and returned with the Ark, which was a huge help. Then the Level 4 showed up, wrecking the place. The higher ups were planning on moving HQ to another location.

And luckily, the Science Division had finished repairing Lavi's hammer and Yu's Mugen. They'd also gotten their new uniforms.

"Hey, Allen. I'm bored. Let's go somewhere."

"I'm hungry. Let's stay here."

Lavi rolled his eyes. "Allen, you've been stuffing your face for the past half hour, non-stop. Can't you take a break so we can do something interesting."

Allen finished wolfing down a sandwich and turned to face Lavi. "What do you mean 'interesting?'"

"Well," Lavi said, is smile growing. "You can go anywhere on the Ark, right?"

"Not a chance." Allen turned around again and started digging into the food again.

"Aw, come on! Why not?"

"Wef fonf know iff itf fafe to ufe fee Arf fet." After a few seconds, Lavi realized that Allen was trying to say that they didn't know if it was safe to use the Ark yet.

But we'll never know if we don't try it." Lavi smiled. "Bean Sprout."

Allen stopped mid-bite. "My name is Allen."

"What's the matter? Did I strike a nerve, Bean Sprout?"

"Allen . . ."

"I'll stop calling you Bean Sprout if you take me somewhere." Allen remained silent. "Bean—"

"Fine! I'll take you somewhere, okay?" Allen stood up, turning his back on one last plate of chicken and rice, which Timcanpy cleaned up before flying after Allen and Lavi, whose walking was a mix of walking and skipping.

"Do you think we should wear our Exorcist jackets? Just to be safe?"

"Fine."

~ Five minutes later ~

"We're only going one place, so you'd better choose, Lavi."

"Hhmm . . . An island? No, a rainforest."

They were standing on the staircase in front of the entrance to the Ark. Despite Lavi's cheer, Allen felt uneasy. Not only was it only his second time making a new Ark doorway, but if something went wrong, it was all on Allen.

"This is what I mean, Lavi. We could get in enough trouble just going to one place. And we're not going to linger, either. So just pick one place. Quick."

"Fine, Bean Sprout."

"Allen."

"Let's go to the Galapagos islands."

Allen sighed, closing his while trying to imagine what they would look like. Sand, water, trees . . . He opened his eyes.

"Okay, let's go."

They stepped into the Ark. The white was blinding at first, then they adjusted to it. There were several doors, one with a hand-written sign saying "Asia Branch." Looking around, Allen and Lavi saw only one door, other than the door to the Asia branch, that had light streaming out from under it.

"That must be it," Lavi said, smiling. Allen sighed, following his friend toward the door. Lavi opened it, and was ready to step inside.

There was a whirring sound, and Lavi turned around to see Allen's eye and Crown Clown had activated.

"You've gotta be kidding! Akuma on the Ark? How many?"

Allen was looking around without moving his head. "Just one. And it's close."

"Behind you!" Lavi shouted as Allen turned to see a Level Two Akuma come flying towards him. Allen jumped out of the way, and the Akuma flew past him, colliding with the door Lavi had opened. It fell through the doorway."

Allen's eyes widened. "We have to go after him, or innocent people will be in danger!"

"Then let's do it."

The young Exorcists ran through the doorway.

Gibbs closed his phone. "Well, apparently someone does. Let's go."

Ziva walked through the elevator door, walking toward her desk. Setting down her backpack, she looked at McGee and DiNozzo sitting at their desks. Each were very intently looking at their computer screens.

"I would ask, but I'm a little afraid," Ziva said, sitting down at her desk. As usual, Gibbs hadn't arrived yet. Looking back to the guys, she figured that they weren't on or whatever it was, because they weren't making weird faces or poses.

"Contest online. Please shush." Ziva glared at DiNozzo. He only had that tone when he was really getting into something. Now she was getting curious.

"What kind of contest?"

DiNozzo sighed, looking up at her long enough to say a sentence. "."

"But then why aren't you making a wind guitar?"

He glared at her over the computer screen. "It's called an air guitar, Ziva. And this is a different contest."

For the first time in the conversation, McGee joined in. "This contest is the best 1800s dress. Basically, dress up like you're in the 1800s, and if your outfit is the best, you win. And I can almost guarantee mine will put yours to shame, Tony."

"Keep hoping, Probie. I'm looking at an outfit that will blow yours away.

"What's the point?"

"It's a contest, Ziva. Bragging rights." DiNozzo sounded annoyed now, if he didn't before. "And it's nation-wide, so you're competing against thousands of other people."

"Then there's no point, because you almost certainly won't be able to beat thousands of other people by just looking on the Internet for an outfit."

"Ziva, just let me and the Probie worry about it ourselves!"

They don't stand a chance, Ziva thought, rolling her eyes to at least make it look like she'd been working for when Gibbs arrived.

Allen and Lavi sat up, rubbing their heads. Apparently the Ark entrance was off the ground, which made for a less-than-graceful landing. Lavi opened his eyes first.

"Allen." Allen looked at Lavi, following his friend's gaze and saw the Akuma that they had followed out of the Ark.

"I'll let you handle this one, Allen." Allen outstretched his left arm as a white coat formed around his shoulders and his left hand transformed, displaying silver claws where his fingers were.

Allen jumped into the air, soaring towards the Akuma. When he was close enough, he saw the Akuma shooting at someone. While he was glad for the distraction, Allen knew he had to hurry if he wanted to save the person.

"Crown Clown . . . Edge End!"

"I'm telling you, Probie. You won't be able to beat the outfit I'm getting."

"Yeah, except you're ordering yours online, Tony. I'm only buying one piece."

"But I'm still picking mine out. So it still counts."

These two really are pathetic.

Ziva knew that Gibbs would show up any second with a case. He always did when Tony and Tim really got into their arguments.

Ducky walked in front of Gibbs' desk, sporting a red bow tie with blue polka-dots. "Good morning, Ziva."

"Good morning, Ducky."

"Has Jethro shown up yet?"

Ziva looked at the two idiots still arguing across from her. Well, not McGee so much, just Tony earned the title of honorary idiot. "No."

"Yes, he has." Gibbs walked past Ziva and Ducky, holding a cup of coffee. "Whatcha need, Duck?"

"Abigail asked if I had a necktie she could borrow. I doubt a bow tie is exactly what she was looking for, so I figured I'd come ask if you had one more fitting of her needs."

"Why would I have a necktie, Duck?"

"Just thought I'd check."

Gibbs' cell phone started ringing as Dr. Mallard walked away. Tony leaned towards Tim.

"Why would Abby need a tie?" he asked, and was bored by McGee's answer, a simple shrugging of his shoulders. DiNozzo looked to Ziva, who rolled her eyes. "You two have no imagination."

Gibbs closed his phone. "Well, apparently someone does. Let's go."