A/N: Ahhh! I would like to personally thank 24peach24 for my very first review! I need to make you cookies! :D And I think I forgot the disclaimer last time.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated with the IT Crowd. All rights go to Graham Linehan. I only own, Stevie, and Cillian. This is not for profit. Now, on with the show!

Day 2

Ross walked into the lobby of Reynholm Industries add looked at the instructions she had written down from the message left in her voicemail. She approached the receptionist who barely glanced at her badge, popped her gum, and waved her on with her perfectly filed hot pink nails. Ross stepped into the lift and pressed the sparking, corroded button for the lowest level. She then fought to pry the door open further to be able to pass through.

"Now I know how a Balrog feels…" She mumbled to herself.

With an exasperated sigh, she threw her bag through the crack in the door.

"C'mon you piece of…" She cursed in her Manhattan American accent that was starting to pick up more of a London tone to it. She then saw a beautiful redhead in pumps and a wrap dress walking toward the lift.

"Excuse me? Hey! Hey! Could you give me a hand?" She called to the woman.

"Oh, God! Nobody warned you about the bloody lift?" The lady dropped her purse and helped pry the door open enough for her to pull her frame through sideways. She stumbled out and heard the sound of fabric ripping. She gasped and panted as she felt her clothes, looking for the rip.

"You ripped your jacket.' Jen pointed out and grimaced.

"Great." Ross sighed and took it off. So much for being formal."

She wrapped her arms around her Umbrella Corporation t-shirt, trying to hide the logo and feeling a bit self-conscious.

"Oh, it's okay, really. Nobody cares down here." She extends her hand. "I'm Jen Barber, IT Relationship Manager. And you are?"

Ross's eyes widened. "Umm, hi, I'm Rosalind McEvans. Pardon my manners, or lack thereof." Ross smiled nervously.

"You must be the new person for our department. I really wasn't expecting another girl. Oh, this will be such a relief!" Jen smiled eagerly.

Ross followed Jen into the door of the dingy basement. There she saw two occupied desks, one that was meticulously clean and the other was piled high with food wrappers and scattered papers. Next to the messy one sat a vacant desk that she assumed to be hers. She saw two men walk out of the canteen. One of the men had wavy, brown hair and blue eyes and another had a meticulously styled puff of dark curls and brown eyes. The blue eyed man was waving his arms around and speaking excitedly in an Irish accent.

"I'm telling you, Moss, having to pick between DC and Marvel is like choosing which limb you want to keep! Marvel has more flawed and relatable characters while DC clearly…"

"Sets the archetype for the classic superhero." Rosalind interjected.

Roy's jaw dropped as he turned his head to the source of the female voice. He saw Ross and grinned stupidly.

"Christ, you're one of them!" Jen groaned.

"Hello!" Moss said as he held his beloved coffee mug. "Who are you?"

"Hello. My name is Rosalind, but you all may call me Ross. I'm the new media specialist."

"Then why are you in IT?" Moss asked. "Shouldn't you be somewhere else? You're not really qua-"

"No, no, no, Moss! She's fine, perfectly fine! I'm Roy!" Roy said with a high pitched voice as he covered Moss's mouth with his hands.

Moss pried Roy's hands from his mouth. "Qualified." He finished.

Jen forced a smile. "I'm sure you'll make her feel right at home, guys." She walked off, rolling her eyes. "Try to get some work done!" She shouted before entering her office.

Ross started unpacking a bag of items to place on her desk. She pulled out a Joker plush, a Powerpuff Girls pen holder, a Nyan Cat bobble toy, and several photo frames of a girl with long, black tresses and green eyes, a ginger boy with glasses and blue eyes, and Ross including graduation photos, prom photos, and pictures of the three in costumes.

Roy strolled over casually to Ross's desk and picked up a framed collage of photo booth pictures, one in which Ross was kissing the ginger boy on the cheek caught her attention. He felt his heart drop at the very sight of it.

"Is this your boyfriend?" Roy asked with a forced smile that looked more like indigestion.

"Oh! No, no! That's my friend, Cillian! We grew up together back in the States. He was my neighbor. He's like a brother to me."

"You're single! That's brilliant!" Roy sighed in relief.

"I'm as single as single gets." Ross chuckled. "I'm all alone…" She sang. She stood there rocking back and forth on her heels as they stood in awkward silence. She pointed and tried to break the silence. "I like your Drinky Crow…"

Jen walked out of her office to find the two of them still standing in awkward silence that she assumed to be the way that geeks flirted.

"Ahem!" The two snapped out of their non-conversation and Moss looked up from his monitor.

"There was a call up on the seventh floor. Roy, would you like to go and take care of it?"

"Oh, no! Let Moss take care of it." Roy waved his hand dismissively.

"It's a call…from the girls…on seventh, Roy."

"Moss, would you do the honors?"

Moss sprayed his hot ear, took a dose of his inhaler, and popped a polo mint in his mouth. "Don't mind if I do, Roy." He straightened his tie and shuffled out the door.

Jen turned to Roy with an astonished look. "I've never seen you pass up a call to seventh. Are you alright, Roy?"

"Well, I just thought I'd give Ross a tour, ya know, 'show her the ropes.'"

"I'm sure she can manage. Get back to work." Jen turned on her heel and walked back to her office. She was beginning to think she didn't like having another girl around.

A/N: I'm sorry I took so long to update. . I've had chaos in my life. First, a power outage, now Tech Week. I promise I'll try to update more regularly. xoxoxo