Disclaimer is in Chapter 4.
With the game over, it's time to actually start a plot, right? g
Chapter 4
Despite it being a Sunday, there were quite a few people working at the NCIS headquarters. Stepping off of the elevator, Rebecca noticed Gibbs' team furiously working through some paperwork.
Smiling, she approached Ziva. "No rest for the wicked?"
Ziva looked up. "No rest because of the wicked. Just because the bad guy is caught, the case doesn't simply stop. Time to do the paperwork so that justice is served."
"Geez, Ziva…why don't you just throw in some statements about apple pie, too?" Tony commented, barely looking up.
"That's hardly the DiNozzo charm I've heard so much about." Rebecca remarked.
"I thought it was 'warned' about, Ms. Lyndsey." Tony shot back, actually gracing the visitor with a look. He had noticed her when she stepped off of the elevator. Long black hair, pale skin. He thought she was pretty yesterday during the game, but he didn't realize how much and that irked him as he thought I must be getting old.
"Oooh….charming and witty." Her blue eyes flashed. "For someone who beat their rivals yesterday, you're sounding awfully bitter, Tony."
His eyes narrowed.
"He's just upset because it's a gorgeous day and he obviously had to cancel some plans." McGee offered up from his desk.
"Can it, probie."
"Yup…definitely cancelled plans." Ziva smiled sweetly.
"So, where can I find Director Shepard?" Rebecca wanted to remove herself from this banter. She was finding it difficult to tell if it was playful or if the team really got off on tormenting each other.
"She's in MTAC with Gibbs." Tim offered.
"And MTAC in common speak would be?" Rebecca smiled. "Unfortunately, I don't know all your acronyms."
"Multiple Threat Alert Centre." Tim replied.
A dark eyebrow shot up. "Geez, sounds…threatening."
Tony sighed. "I'm getting a coffee."
He pushed himself away from his desk and marched out of the bullpen.
"It has to be more than cancelled plans." Tim remarked.
"He's Italian." Ziva mused. "Aren't they all a little moody?"
"We're all moody, Ziva. Some of us just control them better." Rebecca contributed.
"Ah, Ms. Lyndsey, sorry to keep you waiting!" Director Shepard called out from the upper level. "Please join me."
Smiling at the two remaining agents in the bullpen, Rebecca made her way over to the stairs.
"Good morning, Special Agent Gibbs." She said in passing.
He nodded, already focusing on a new case.
At the top of the stairs, the two women shook hands. Rebecca turned in time to see Gibbs sharing files with Ziva and Tim and glaring at Tony who had returned.
Director Shepard's Office
"So, have you thought of anything I can do to help out? I've brought my resume for your review, just in case you need some ideas." Rebecca sat down in a leather conference chair beside Jen. The Director decided to have a more casual conversation and had positioned them by a small table with two matching chairs.
"Coffee?" The older red-haired woman asked, pointing to a silver coffee set on the table.
"Love some." Rebecca nodded and surveyed the room while the Director poured.
The women took sips of the warm beverage, closing their eyes in appreciation of the robust flavour.
"Have you stalled sufficiently, Director?" Rebecca asked.
Jen smiled. "That obvious?"
The dark-haired woman nodded.
"Okay, here's the deal. But first when do you start work down here?"
"Tomorrow, technically."
"Can you postpone it?"
Rebecca's blue eyes widened. "I take it you don't plan on me doing just clerical work?"