lunch hour

[evangelina archer]

Several days a week, Evangelina went out of the Navy Yard for lunch. Her parents would bring Andrew out and meet her halfway in some restaurant and they would have a nice lunch together. Today was not one of those days. After calling up and speaking to her son for a few minutes, Evie took her lunch of two sandwiches and headed over to the break room. There were only so many hours in a day that she could think about murder victims without losing her mind. So far she had the pleasure of having the latest victim occupy her thoughts. Why was he murdered? What was the objective in murdering him? He had family members who would miss him, he was a high profile target. It was clearly premeditated.

Evie rubbed the sides of her forehead, thinking of how her father would chastise her for thinking about work during her lunch. Lunch hour was when her mind shut down and she was unable to think of her work. Like the dreaded interview with the President of the United States. The brunette settled herself down at a table after getting a cup of hot chocolate from one of the vending machines. Right. Not to think about work. What else was there to occupy her mind? Andrew? Her son was always on her mind, at the back or the forefront. Her love life? Non existent right now. If her mother had her way, as Evie thought she eventually would, she would be going on dates with suitable suitors.

Not to mention, it wasn’t just about her anymore. It was about Andrew. He more or less freaked out over the very first guy Evie had gone on a date with after Oliver was killed. Plus, not many guys could handle her crazy working hours. Like how she had to get out of bed in the middle of the night once because a witness had gone missing. Evangelina liked her position here at NCIS. Some times, it just got a little too insane for her liking. She did have a life outside of here. The brunette looked up from her thoughts as she heard a soft yelp, followed by an apology. Spilling of a hot drink on someone wasn’t the best way to start lunch hour.

tags: very open

[TIM McGEE]

Tim had no memory of ever eating in the break room. He almost always ate out with one or more members of the team, or he would drive to meet Sarah somewhere. Occasionally, he would eat something at his desk, but only if it was something small and he needed to do work. So when he found himself in the break room, he was definitely weirded out. Today, everyone was working on there current case or visiting someone else, leaving poor McGee to fend for himself. He had finally given in and nearly dragged himself to the break room.

'It'll be just like high school,' He thought, glancing cautiously around as he made his way down the hallway leading to his destination. High school had been terrible for McGee. Admittedly, he was a huge nerd. Seeing that, Jocks and other popular jerks made him the target of ridicule. Those had to be the worst years of his life, hands down.

Surprisingly, the room didn't look that mean. There weren't even that many people in there. Tim walked over to the coffee machine and quickly filled a cup of the dark liquid. He loaded the cup with sugar and sweetener as well, then walked over to a vending machine. He chose a small bag of pretzels and then started to walk to a table. Tim started for an empty table in the corner, but of course, he tripped over his own feet. McGee felt himself falling, but quickly caught himself (but not without letting out a small yelp or pain) and straightened up. Sadly, he could not save his coffee. Noticing it had spilled all of someone, he quickly apologized and grabbed a few napkins laying on the table next to her.