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Post by Tony DiNozzo on Feb 27, 2011 7:39:07 GMT -5
If Evangelina could put up with Tony on his way to the White House – where President Obama had been taken upon news of the 'security breach' reaching his keepers – then she was definitely suited to working within NCIS. He regaled the younger agent with movie quotes from The American President the entire way, grinning through the windshield of the Government issue town car as it sped along the streets of D.C. After making it through terrace after terrace of security checks and double-checks and triple-checks, the pair were admitted to the White House.
Tony, it was clear, was nearly wriggling out of his skin with excitement. He tried and failed to maintain a calm demeanour, instead seeming upbeat and excited. Even though he was over the moon at the possibility of meeting the President, he reminded himself that they were here because a man was dead and forced his face into an expression more acceptable to the situation as they were lead and poised at the double doors to a room while officials made the President ready to receive them. He shot Evangeline an 'isn't this incredible?' look, before the doors were opened inwards and they were ushered inside.
Inside the Oval Office.
He was hard pressed not to gape. It was an incredible room, all officious-but-plush in shades of cream and blue with dark wood and guilt-framing. Tony's eyes could have been knocked off of their stalks with sticks, but he quickly sobered when a tall, dark man stood from the expensive leather chair behind the imposing desk.
“Special Agents DiNozzo and Archer, NCIS,” his assistant announced. |
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Post by Kam on Feb 27, 2011 8:08:00 GMT -5
The President stood, tall and dignified and having a quality about him that some might define as regal. The president before him had been less genteel but more open, informal and friendly. Obama was a different kind of leader, civilized and polite, who seemed compassionate and hospitable rather than chummy. When it came to dealing with strangers, the last president had been a Franklin Delano Roosevelt. This one was a Woodrow Wilson.
"Good evening," he greeted in a voice as smooth as the caramel color of his skin. As he stood he buttoned his coat back into place and walked around the impossibly large desk where he did his vitally important work. "Barrack," he introduced himself as if they wouldn't know who he was, and then he reached to shake their hands one at a time. That done, he gestured behind him slightly to a very stoic man in a black suit with an ear bud in, who stood pin straight with his arms held before him like a soccer player defending a goal.
"My head of security for the evening, Special Agent Pierce, is here to answer any questions you may have," he offered politely, and then he gestured to the two couches at the center of the room. "Let's have a seat," he suggested, and then perched on one of the white couches himself. He unbuttoned his jacket again as he took a seat and lifted an ankle congenially onto one knee. Then he gestured to them. "What can I do for you both?" |
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Post by evangelina archer on Feb 28, 2011 8:45:15 GMT -5
Evangelina had to abandon the very mundane but normal task of collecting crime scene evidence. Instead, she was now on her way to interview the President of the United States of America. Yes. How did it come to this? Oh right. A man had been murdered and she was a NCIS Agent that was tasked with finding out the murderer. Gibbs assigned her to interview the President with Anthony Dinozzo, who was very excited to meet the President. She rode shotgun with him and he started to sprout quotes from a movie she’d never heard or seen before. Evie looked at him with a bemused look on her face before deciding that she might as well go along with him. And by going along with him, she meant that she listened and chuckled and laughed at the right times.
Once they reached the White House, it was checks, checks and more checks. Evie had expected that. The brunette couldn’t help but smile at how excited Tony was. He reminded her of Andrew when he got excited about a trip to a carnival. That said a lot. Shaking her head when she noticed him try to put a sombre look on his face, Evie concentrated more on what they were supposed to be doing here. She really would have preferred to be back at the crime scene. Returning a faint smile at Tony when he looked at her, the brunette followed the assistant into the Oval Office.
If anything, this was going to be a story to tell her son. ‘Want to know what Mummy did today? She met the President. That’s right. The President!’ Evie took a quick glance around the office, because as much as she really didn’t wish to be here, it wasn’t everyday one got to step into the Oval Office. “Good evening, Sir.” Evie smiled at him. Then he went and introduced himself by his first name and Evie felt all silly. She always did have an issue with authority figures. “Evangelina.” The brunette gave him her first name as they shook hands.
Settling herself into one of the couches, Evie glanced at Tony before speaking. “As you know, Mr President,” Evie was not going to be calling the President by his first name as it was just weird to her. “And Special Agent Pierce, Petty Officer Kingsley Trueman was murdered. Could either of you think of anything that stood out this evening?” The female asked.
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