AN: I told you this might switch perspectives: this segment is from Lorne's POV.

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Nine days into his exile on earth (if you didn't count the trip back to the Milky Way. As it was he had had to be dropped off at a planet with a 'gate on the western arm to make it back in time) and Evan was dangerously close to shooting someone. Preferably SecNav for landing him here or whoever hadn't redacted his name from whatever report SecNav got his hands on.

It wasn't all bad, he could admit. There were no Wraith in the Milky Way and no McKay to deal with. DiNozzo had a similar ego but it was more balanced. Evan had always preferred working with Radek anyway; McGee seemed similar to the little Czech scientist with his slightly bumbling ways and the way DiNozzo dismissed the computer scientist was remarkably similar to McKay and Radek. McGee was probably the NCIS employee Evan had warmed up to most – as much as you can when you can't tell anyone what it is you actually do anyway. The lack of background had been a major issue with Gibbs and Sciuto neither of whom liked surprises or unknown elements. According to McGee they both had good reasons (Evan hadn't read the relevant reports even though he had the clearance and ability, they'd tell him if they wanted).

At the moment Evan was sat in the passenger seat of DiNozzo's car reading his emails which had been written in Ancient. The SGC had agreed to transport messages between Evan and Atlantis as often as possible but the weekly check-ins were just that so he had only received one so far. Normally he wouldn't be able to access these from anything but an SGC computer (or tablet) but the general had agreed to let him have them so long as they weren't legible to an outsider.

If Evan was being honest with himself he enjoyed learning what NCIS was teaching him, he just couldn't think of a single use for fingerprinting in Pegasus. He also didn't really appreciate Gibbs' interrogation in his 'Office' on his first, third and sixth day. The man really needed a good teacher to explain just what the definition of 'Classified' was. He'd see if he could get Dr. Jackson to talk to him when he got here. The whole of the SGC knew that Jackson mostly did admin and negotiations with the white house and allied planets and Evan had received the news that Jackson was due in Washington and that he would be stopping by for a visit with this batch of emails.

Back in the present the team was staking out a drug lordling named Jones who was trying to black mail a petty officer named Remin who had familial access to Mexico. Remin would have had an easier time smuggling drugs than Jones. The petty officer went to NCIS for help, according to DiNozzo that doesn't happen all that often. Gibbs team and Evan had been assigned the case. It should be pretty straight forward: record the meet between the two and arrest the lordling after. Unfortunately they didn't know when that meeting would happen so they had to act as a tail. It had only been 36 hours but Evan had been stuck with DiNozzo for a partner.

The agent was rambling on about some prank war that he and the others had last time they were on a stake out, and the time before that, and the time before that. Apparently it was some sort of tradition. Evan had to hope that DiNozzo and McGee wouldn't try to pull him into anything while he was stationed with them; he'd never been very good at pranks he had always preferred painting in his spare time.

"So, Lorne," DiNozzo called Evan out of his musings from his seat behind the wheel of the parked car, "I get that you're, like up to your eyeballs in black tape; heck even your emails are in code. But surely you can tell me something? Something silly you and your men did to unwind?" Evan thought of his paintings and the Colonel's toy cars and smiled. He'd have to bring back some quality oil paints if – when – he got sent home.

"Well one time I gently lobbed an asteroid at a laser so that a city could fly away," Evan replied after a brief thought. DiNozzo chuckled which Evan wanted, it was a true story but it was far from casual or silly. "It took hours for us to get it into position but man it was beautiful. It was a relaxing trip and saved a flying city." Evan almost slipped up and gave away pertinent details but that was part of why he chose that story. It was one of the more farfetched and 'sci-fi'ish stories.

"Hey, if you don't want to be serious that's okay. I just thought you might want to do a bit of T—bonding." Evan knew that DiNozzo was going to say team bonding and he felt a little bad about it: it wasn't NCIS's fault they had been saddled with Evan. The blame fell solely to SecNav.

"Give me a second to think. Due to the nature of my post I'll have to do some editing to this story." Evan was examining the report from Sargent Sampson on his tablet as he spoke but he thought he saw DiNozzo's eyes light up anyway.

"So a year or so ago there was some bad seafood on base, gave a lot of people nightmares." Evan started after he thought of a pedestrian explanation for Evil Energy Fungus that Killed People in Their Sleep, "I was affected by it. I dreamt that my CO was one of our enemies." He paused to pull on a loose string on his shirt-cuff, he quickly came up with a cover for asking for an ARG, "When I was younger I used to sleep walk. Turns out I was sleep walking again. I found my CO and had a gun on him. We were still in the Crew Quarters so luckily none of the scientists saw men: I don't know if I could live that down. In my dream a gun existed that could hurt our enemy but not us, I kept telling the airmen and marines to get this gun and shoot him with it. The base CO finally got there and ordered an airman to get this imaginary gun to try and placate me but suddenly she was one to!" Evan could feel his cheeks redden just a little bit but he had long since gotten over the embarrassment of the situation. He chuckled before finishing his story, "Finally the one army man on base got me in a headlock and I woke up. I spent the next 24 hours in isolation and the expedition was restricted to base until we got rid of the seafood poisoning." Evan smiled at the memory.

"I got shit for it for weeks from my CO." Evan glanced at DiNozzo, grin pulling at his cheeks. DiNozzo looked a little unsure of how to respond to that story, "It was good though. My CO made me take 'Extra Curricular' with Ronan – he'd the Jarhead – it really helped with my hand to hand." Seeing Evan's smile Dinozzo weakly smiled back.

"Hold up, Major. You attacked your COs in your sleep, got taken down in your sleep and your punishment was extra training? How'd that work out?" DiNozzo asked as he carefully watched Jones's windows and doors (no indication that the minor drug lord was on his way out).

"He said that if I could be taken down so easily I obviously needed more training. Ronan's a bit of a hard ass but it's been good." Evan replied.

"So this Ronan helped you keep your girlish figure?" DiNozzo replied. "That doesn't seem like proper punishment for holding your CO at gun point." Scepticism dripped off the agent's tongue.

"Well in my defence, I was asleep and the gun wasn't actually loaded. And Ronan is no easy sparring partner. I think that She—the Colonel assigned me to him so that he could have a break." Evan remembered his first lesson, Ronan had called it a game, the colonel called it 'Satedan Grab Ass' Evan called it needless and bruising. He thought he had heard Keller call it cruel and unusual after she patched up a bad cut on Evan's arm.

"We are not done with this discussion Major but there goes Jones." DiNozzo cut into Evan's musings as he pulled the car out of park. "Call McGee, tell him what's happening." DiNozzo reminded Evan.

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Things didn't run quite as smoothly as NCIS had hoped but, for Evan, it was par for the course. The team needed to make a tactical breach so Evan called in a favour with General Landry and had Marine Extraction Unit SG12 for back up. Somewhere amid the hubbub of the operation Evan thought DiNozzo must have forgotten about their stake-out conversation. He didn't know that the agent was running down every Ronan based lead he could. Luckily Ronan wasn't on too many earth-based servers.

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AN,

A reviewer pointed out that the breaks I put into the last chapter disappeared so I switched it up. If the zeros at the start and end of this are gone let me know please.

This is from Evan's POV so it was a little difficult to get the NCIS perspective that my other chapters had.

I know I thought this was going to be Gibbs' or Ducky's chapter but hopefully the set up in this chapter and Tim's will kick start me in that direction.

Sorry I took so long with this one: I just finished my first semester at a new University and sat six exams. I'm on break now so hopefully I'll get a bit of writing done soon.

Finally: what we've seen of Ronan's fighting on his home planet leads me to believe he is part of a land-based military thus Army.