RP for anyone and everyone interested...

[ncis_ringmaster]

"Hey, you look pretty bad."

Maggie looked up from her work to see McGee hovering around uncertainly. Mustering up a smile for him, she also gave him a wink and gestured to him to take a seat next to her desk.  It was quiet for a Wednesday morning and she gestured to the vase of daffodils she had received on Monday morning.

"You still haven't

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[rude_not_ginger]

So, the Doctor landed the TARDIS in a closet. Not so unusual, actually. He just hoped he'd land it in a closet, you know. In New Zeland. Which is where he was trying to go. No, no, everyone around him appeared to have American accents which meant he was lost. He probably wasn't even in the 32nd century.

He sighed and hopped on the lift. He could head down a few flights, figure out where he'd gone wrong, maybe get some lunch. His stomach growled. Lunch maybe before he figured out where he was? Well, he'd need currency.

He pushed the button for the next level and sighed.

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"Damn your music, Abs," Maggie muttered to herself, gathering up all the files she needed, along with her purse and her cell phone. It wasn't out of the realm of possibility that Ducky would invite her to ride along with him and Jimmy. Normally she had things to do around the office, things that could only be done when the agents weren't crawling around everywhere torturing each other.

But she was flexible. She could make an exception. Aside from the sleepless few nights behind her, she was actually getting a lot of good feelings lately.

Humming to herself, she went to press the button on the elevator only to have the door open a split second before her fingers made contact. "Aha!" she celebrated for a moment as she got on. "You must have read my mind." she remarked to the man standing there.

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"Not so much," the Doctor replied with a wide smile. "Just trying to get a feel for what sort of building this is. Offices? Hmm. Offices. What floor are you going to?"

He stepped aside to let the young woman step in next to him. He tapped a finger against the "door open" button.

He was nothing if not polite.

Well, sometimes.

Occasionally.

Not really.

But now he was!

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She paused a moment after his words sank in. What sort of building... kind of strange.

"Well, it's office area, I guess. The actual offices are reserved for the higher ups. You know, government operations. No one who actually works in the field has a real office."

She turned to him, giving him a once-over. He seemed like a nice sort, but most people showing up in suits were either FBI or higher-ups.

"You might want to try the upper levels, if you're looking for the Director."

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"Lemonade, sure." Cyrus turned back to Maggie. "Ask him about the amazing disappearing Prime Minister." He then winked at both of them and made his way back to the bar.

"Cyrus thinks that the CIA did away with your most recent short-lived Prime Minister. He was elected and then just disappeared. Cyrus lives for those kind of stories. Saxon, right?" Maggie took a sip of her iced tea. "You like crab soup, right? They serve it with this to-die for crusty bread."

"Anyway, what brought you to NCIS today?"

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"Crab soup is good," the Doctor agreed, nodding. He thought about the Prime Minister, and only just kept himself from dropping his happy expression. It was not something he liked to think about. Not something he wanted to remember. Not now, at least.

That whole year was hard. And it was for nothing, in the end.

"Oh, you know, taking a look 'round the offices, making sure everything is in order. I'm..." make an occupation make an occupation "...with UNIT."

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"UNIT?" Maggie repeated, lifting an eyebrow. "Sorry, I don't think I've heard of that company. What do they do? If you don't mind my asking."

"Here you go," Cyrus brought back not only John's lemonade, but a big bowl of piping hot soup for both of them. "These days I never know how much soup to make. It was sixty-three degrees two days ago, today it's thirty-one."

"It's called the weather forecast. Try waking up in the morning to watch it." Maggie replied dismissively. She had seen a brief flash of... something not entirely comfortable in John's eyes after she'd mentioned Harold Saxon and she felt a little bad for putting him on the spot. If he really was in the British government, he might think she was trying to pump him for information on behalf of the American government. She hoped he didn't. He seemed... well, almost like a sweet little boy, sort of.

"I'm adding five percent to your gratuity." Cyrus shot back, stalking back to the bar.

[rude_not_ginger]

"United Nations Intelligence Taskforce," the Doctor replied. He grinned down at the soup and began to tuck in.

"Investigations, lots of stuff I can't really talk about. Meeting up, sharing of the minds and all that. Get to know the locale. Been a while since I've been in Virgina."

Not since it was a colony, he imagined. Williamsburg. Dreadfully smelly place.

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"Oh, I was there over the summer. My daughter came down from New York with her parents and we spent a week there. I've got a picture of a horse she absolutely fell in love with."

She dug through her purse, locating her wallet and took it out. Shuffling through the cards, she almost didn't notice when the card containing the strange, mysterious message that had come along with the mystery daffodils flew out and landed on the table.

"Here it is." she handed him the picture. "He looks a little like an Arthur, maybe. You think?

As he took the picture, she noticed the card on the table and picked it up, looking at it carefully. "Do you mind if I ask you a strange question?" The words almost slipped out of their own volition, yet something told her that perhaps the mystery was meant to be brought out right now.

[rude_not_ginger]

The Doctor looked at the photo and grinned. "Oh, that's definitely an Arthur, I think. Unless it's a female. Then it's Arthuria. Good name for a girl horse."

He was very original with naming things, clearly!

"Hmm? Oh, I love strange questions. Go ahead!"

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"Hmm... not completely sold on Arthuria. Maybe Arthurial? Sounds like a Lord of the Rings name to me."

She picked up the card and held it in the air. "This is going to sound really, really strange, but do you know a Doctor Jones? I got a vase of daffodils from this Doctor Jones last week. I've never heard of her, but she somehow knew they were my favorites. And I'm asking you because she spells her favorites with an extra 'u'."

She leaned forward, not giving him a chance to reply. Sensing that even if he couldn't shed any light on the matter, he'd still understand. "The strange thing is, I started having strange dreams that very night."

[rude_not_ginger]

"Jones is a very common name, saw two people with that name upstairs," the Doctor replied with a slight shrug. The name, however, made him miss Martha. Not quite a doctor, but she was quite brilliant. There had been rumours going around that she would be joining Torchwood. He hoped not, he didn't need it ruining her.

He arched an eyebrow at her statement and leaned forward. "Really? Nothing involving purple Teletubbies, I hope?"

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"You're talking like there's something you can do about the snow! We can't do anything about it! But there's a bar full of scared people downstairs. We could try and calm them down and then try to find a way out!"

She joined him at the edge. "What do you think it means?"

Not even five miles away, she could just barely make out that it was barely snowing at all.

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"Well, you never know. Figure out what's causing it."

Atmospheric excitation to an extreme degree...maybe something the TARDIS had done? Getting to the TARDIS was going to need to be the next step. How is the question.

"Right, so! Now we've got a barful of people and a very competent bar owner taking care of all that. You and I? Need to get back to the building we were just in."

Considering the heavy snowfall, it was going to be difficult.

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She shook her head. "Do you really think we can get very far in this kind of snow? And we're just assuming that it's packed in enough to be able to just jump off this roof and not bury ourselves. Why do you think you can do something that the rest of us can't?" She paused for a moment. She really didn't mean to be whining, or complaining, but she was honestly just confused. And unnerved by the snow. And trying to convince herself that her friends and colleagues were all safe back at Langley.

"I don't mean to pester you, but is there something you're not telling me, Mr. Smith?"

[rude_not_ginger]

"Well, I'm a bit of an expert at climbing, if that's what you mean. And jumping off the roof into the snow will do nothing but cause us a few broken limbs."

He scratched his head and looked out to the other buildings. The cold bit at his skin, but it wasn't that bad, really. He'd survived much worse.

"Which building is it? Think we can hop buildings to it?"

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She nodded. Her teeth were chattering too badly to be able to form much of a reply.

At least she wasn't alone in the woods. She wasn't running away from someone this time, either. She took his hand, willing herself to calm down.

"Let's go."

[rude_not_ginger]

"Okay, here we go." He looked worriedly at her, then made a run for the edge. He leapt to the fire escape and landed awkwardly on it. He heard a snap, and felt a shock of pain shoot up his leg as his ankle broke from the strange fall.

He had to get to the TARDIS.

He cried out but gripped the side of the fire escape to pull himself to the top.

"Maggie, you have to jump!"

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She watched him with a growing sense of detachment, quickly coming to the conclusion that there was no way she could make it even the short distance to the NCIS fire escape. Slumping down against the wall, shivering, she nearly closed her eyes.

You can't just stay here, either.

Struggling to her feet, Maggie grappled for the fire escape and started climbing down the ladder. Offering up a short prayer that she wasn't about to sentence herself to death, she reached down to feel the snow beneath her. It seemed solid enough.

She climbed down another rung and placed her foot solidly on top of the snow. She sank about half a foot. Wiggling her foot around, she was relieved to discover she wasn't falling.

Mr. Smith is hurt. He needs help.

That thought in mind, she started stumbling across the snow, fighting against the wind and even more snow impossibly falling down, trying to get over to him.

[rude_not_ginger]

She stepped onto the snow. Damn. Damn, damn, dammit!

He pulled out the sonic screwdriver and undid the lower ladder. He pulled it out of the snow and towards where she was climbing through the snow. His leg was blindingly painful, but he pushed as much of the pain as he could to the back of his mind.

"Maggie! Grab hold of this!"