Amore Perros!

[Fiona Maccafferty]

1000 Somewhere in DC Late Summer-ish Special Field Agent Fiona Maccafferty was off duty today. So she was taking her dog, and her son, for a walk downtown, and then Max and she were going to drop the dog off to get a bath while they went school-clothes shopping. Right now, she was dressed for a casual day on the town, and right now, she had her head bent down over her iPad while she answered a text from work. Really, the FBI would about DIE if she weren't around, one might believe, if they saw the amount of take-home work she did. While she answered the text quickly, she held a firm hand onto Max's tiny one, and, in turn, Max held carefully to the leash that contained their dog, Jacques, a golden retriever.  She sighed, and put her tablet in her bag, and moved forward, deeper into the park. She held Max back JUST a little, always alert to danger. She didn't sense anything too immediate, so she let him proceed a little bit ahead of her, but not TOO far. She tried to not keep him on a short leash, but the truth was that she was over-protective and nervous, and so she did sometimes. Plus, he WAS only five, and she saw so many terrible things at work that it was natural for her to feel some fear.  She did notice the person with the dog heading in their direction, but she'd seen him around the park before, and his dog had sniffed at Jacques once or twice. She came to this park often, usually at lunch, as it was sometimes the only time she got a break from the office. She smiled a little as he passed.  'Allo. She raised a hand in greeting, and hoped she didn't sound too dim.

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Outfit: HERE. NOTES: Fee's a bit different this round, obvs. Not quite as awkward, a little taller and somehow more confident a bit. Have fun!

[Ryan Alexander]

0950
Ryan's Apartment. Washington, DC
Late Summer-ish

Ryan yawned as he leaned back in his chair rubbing his hear in frustration. He hated having to work remotely, but the Field Office Director had loaned out the office for a joint training exercise between the NSA and DHS. Luckily it was only for a few days, and all the work that Ryan had to do was unclassified anyways. Lately most of his work had been either filling out clearance requests or finishing up his investigation of Drug Trafficking aboard USS Abraham Lincoln. He had been up since 0400 and was just finishing up all the attachments for is report. The day was a beautiful day, hot but not humid, and Thor was laying by the door, an obvious indication he wanted to go outside. “Alright little buddy, get your leash, while I get some pants on.” He chuckled to himself. "I guess that’s one perk about working from home, no pants."

1000
Somewhere in DC
Late Summer-ish

Ryan and Thor left the apartment in short order. There pace was decent enough. Thor had stubby legs and Ryan didn’t feel like dragging him home after the park, though he suspected that his little friend would be walking home instead of running. Still, the look on his little face made Ryan smile.

It didn’t take them long to reach the park. With how beautiful the day was there were plenty of joggers and people walking or playing with the pets. Kids playing catch with parents and tourists snapping photos, American Flags waving in the distance. It was times like these that Ryan was truly glad he lived in the States. He loved the rest of world, but this was home.

He rounded a corner and saw the cute little red haired women with her son and dog. He had seen them a few times and Thor loved kids, probably because they were around his size. Ryan slowed his pace to a walk as he neared, the look on Thor’s face one of appreciation. “ Allo.” He heard her call out and wave. Ryan smiled and waved back. “Hey!” He called out to her, recognizing her from the few times he had been here before. “ How are you doing today?” Ryan asked as Thor started wagging his tail at Max and Jacques. “Oh, I think he likes you.” Ryan said to Max as Thor slowly crept forward, and plopped onto back before the 5 year old, waiting for a belly rub.

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[Fiona Maccafferty]

1000
Somewhere in DC
Late Summer-ish[/i]

Fee squinted at the sun. Normally, it wouldn't bother her terribly, but trying to read a tiny screen, keep track of a five year old AND not appear to be a total idiot was proving harder than she expected.

Hey!...How are you doing today? She nodded once.

We're alright, how are you two?! Enjoying your jog? She smiled a little as Ryan's dog plopped down on his back for Max to scratch. She nodded at the boy, telling him it was OK for him to pet the dog. She took Jacques' leash from Max and let the little boy play. She must look a sight, a slim, 5'5'' redhead standing with a dog about the same size as she. Great, not only did she SOUND like an idiot, she looked like one, too.

Oh, I think he likes you. Ryan said this to Max, but Fee nodded.

Dogs DO seem to like Max. Jacques here is a rescue, and took right to him. I was worried at first, that they wouldn't get on, but they did. As she prattled on, you could note a bit of an accent-she was Bostonian by birth, but had spent many years in Ireland as a child, and had come back to the States in college. She noticed a rolling hot-dog vendor, so common on the East Coast, approaching. She could sure go for a lemonade. She smiled once more at Ryan.

Well, don't let us keep you from anything...

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[Ryan Alexander]

1001

Somewhere in DC

Late Summer-ish


“We're alright, how are you two?! Enjoying your jog?” Ryan smiled at her question. “Very much so, working remotely today. I had a report I needed to finish, so I didn’t sleep well.” He said with laugh. He watched little Max rub Thor’s belly. Thor tried to like the little boy, but with his tongue but with it hanging out of his mouth, he just missed. Ryan chuckled at the sight.


He studied her for a moment as she watched Max and Thor. “Dogs DO seem to like Max. Jacques here is a rescue, and took right to him. I was worried at first, that they wouldn't get on, but they did.” She seemed to notice something out in the distance, causing Ryan to shift his gaze to see what see was looking at. He noticed the Hot Dog vendor nearing and returned his gaze to her seeing her smiling at him.


“Well, don't let us keep you from anything...“ She said. “Oh no, you aren't. I think Thor was needing break anyways.” Ryan nearly face palmed. “Please pardon my rudeness, but I am Ryan, Ryan Alexander.” He said extending his hand in greeting.


“I couldn't help but notice that you were looking at the Hot Dog stand coming this way. Would be a little forward of me to get you and your little on something?” He offered, not trying to sound overly forward or over bearing.

[Fiona Maccafferty]

1001
Somewhere in DC
Late Summer-ish

Fee glanced from the cart back to the man in front of her.

Very much so, working remotely today. I had a report I needed to finish, so I didn’t sleep well. Well, if reports kept him that awake, just wait until he had children. Even after the first year when they slept through the night, they STILL needed far less sleep than adults and often kept VERY early hours. This was true for pretty much ALL toddlers that Fee had ever encountered. Even her brother Liam's children were like that.

Ah. I see. I've been up since 0530...Max's cartoons started, and he spilled milk and cereal on the kitchen floor... She trailed off. It wasn't like she MEANT to tell him about her life in motherhood, but she didn't have much else to say to that. She also firmly believed that Sesame Street and the children's cereal people were in on some scam to rob parents of sleep to the point that they were pretty much zombies when they went grocery shopping, so they would buy the sugary cereals for the kids to avoid a fight.

They both noticed the boy and the dog at the same moment, and Ryan spoke to her.

Oh no, you aren't. I think Thor was needing break anyways....Please pardon my rudeness, but I am Ryan, Ryan Alexander. She nodded ad smiled lightly, shaking his hand.

Special Agent Fiona Maccafferty. I think I've seen you around here and there. I work for the FBI, but I come here for lunch a few times a week to get away from my boss. Her boss,a woman called Jamie Oliver, was tough, but nice enough, but with what the Agents on her team saw, she needed to give her brain a break for a bit.

The hot dog cart came closer, and even Max perked up. It was a bit early for lunch, but Max was ALWAYS hungry, and while he still had a little baby fat hanging around, he was actually rather sporty and so Fee didn't worry about him eating too much.

I couldn't help but notice that you were looking at the Hot Dog stand coming this way. Would be a little forward of me to get you and your little on something? She nodded a little.

It probably is, actually...but sure. Let me pay, though, it's the least we can do for taking up so much of your time.

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Yeah, so I have NOO idea where this is even going...surprise us or we can have danger! romance! shooty boats! Well, maybe not shooty boats in the middle of Anacostia Park, but...

[Ryan Alexander]

1001
Somewhere in DC

Late Summer-ish

“Ah. I see. I've been up since 0530...Max's cartoons started, and he spilled milk and cereal on the kitchen floor…“ Ryan could only imagine being a bachelor with only a dog as company, so he grinned as she spoke. “I can imagine.” He said, looking over to Max. Picturing a little titled halo as he looked up and grinned at his mom.


“Special Agent Fiona Maccafferty. I think I've seen you around here and there. I work for the FBI, but I come here for lunch a few times a week to get away from my boss.” Ryan took her hand. “I didn’t know were using formal titles!” He chuckled lightly. “I am a Special Agent working with NCIS.” HE replied to Fiona. “Well, it is a pleasure to formally met you Special Agent Maccafferty. I don’t live to far from here, but with all the joint exercises I seem to working from home more often than not.” He said before glancing over to Max and Thor. “Though I am sure that Thor doesn’t mind.”


“It probably is, actually...but sure. Let me pay, though, it's the least we can do for taking up so much of your time.” Ryan smiled and was about fain wounded, but thought better of it. “I guess, you beat me to it.” He replied as he started walking with them over to the Hot Dog Vendor.


Ryan graciously took the offered Lemonade, walking with her and her son for a short distance. Exchanging pleasantries and small talk, he even told her about his time in the Marine Corps, something that he didn’t share with many people. It wasn’t because he was ashamed, but for some reason, he didn’t feel like he was a hero or deserved to thanked, he didn’t feel that he had done anything that people should be thanking him for. Maybe he would tell her about it later, he liked talking with her, things just seemed to roll off the tongue when she was around. He smiled as he listened to her responses.


1030
Somewhere in DC
Late Summer-ish

His watched beeped at him, causing him to look down at the time, and balked. Had he really spent 30 minutes out on his run? “Special Agent Maccefferty, I hate to be rude, but I have a briefing I need to get ready for. Thank you so much for the Lemonade.” He said with a smile on his face. He was about to turn and take off before stopping. He reached into his pocket and handed her his business card. “Please allow me to return the kindness to you and your son sometime, maybe over lunch or dinner?” He said a little nervous as his watch beeped at him again. “I look forward to seeing you again! Come on Thor, let’s go.” He said with a wave as ran back to his apartment.


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((Note: I do have something in mind if she accepts dinner, though I will leave the ball in your court if that is acceptable? I didn't mean to skip up time so much, if you would rather I didn't then shot me a message on skype and I will change the post a bit.

[Fiona Maccafferty]

1005-1030
Anacostia State Park
Washington, DC

This was going better than she'd thought. She wasn't totally being an awkward turtle, and neither was she being boring.

I can imagine. She just raised an eyebrow slightly. She wasn't sure one could, actually, unless they lived it, but the sentiment was nice, anyway. I didn’t know were using formal titles!...I am a Special Agent working with NCIS. Well, it is a pleasure to formally met you Special Agent Maccafferty. I don’t live to far from here, but with all the joint exercises I seem to working from home more often than not....Though I am sure that Thor doesn’t mind. She blushed a little.

Er, ignore the special agent part. I am just used to it because of work. I am actually a field data analyst, but I don't go INTO the field that much. It's nice to meet you, Special Agent for NCIS. I understand about working from home; I am lucky that my boss is understanding about Max.[/i] She took Max by the hand then, and led him to the cart while Ryan got Thor secured. They got lemonade and Max got a plain hot dog, and they moved on a bit.

Then Ryan asked her something she didn't expect.

Special Agent Maccefferty, I hate to be rude, but I have a briefing I need to get ready for. Thank you so much for the Lemonade.

Just call me Fee from now on. She closed her eyes for a moment. There wouldn't be a "from now on," idiot.

Please allow me to return the kindness to you and your son sometime, maybe over lunch or dinner?...I look forward to seeing you again! Come on Thor, let’s go. Figures that Max would choose that moment to spill his food everywhere. She just nodded, absently. Then she looked up as Ryan jogged away.

Hey! You're welcome...and dinner might be ok... Wait, what had just HAPPENED?! She pulled some wipes from her bag, and cleaned up Max, ignoring the fact that the dog was licking the ketchup off his shirt. Well, that turned out to be an interesting meeting...

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[Ryan Alexander]

1115
H St Coffee House and Café
A FEW DAYS LATER

Ryan couldn’t believe his luck. After his hasty exit because of a debrief he was sure that he may had blown his chance of getting to know Fiona better. Unfortunately it didn’t seem like dinner would be in the near future. Who would have guessed that the FBI would be running Fiona ragged over the coming week? But Ryan wasn’t going to complain, at least he had talked her into getting coffee with him. He liked her, though they had only “met” a few times if you could even call it meeting, dogs sniffing each other and absently talking about the weather. She had air about her that he liked. He had been thinking it over and he didn’t really even know why he had slowed down that day. He shrugged to himself, not really caring why but glad that he had.

The day was very much like their first meeting. It wasn’t too hot or humid, which Ryan was thankful for. He had had to go into the office that morning to finish some work on a presentation he was giving at Annapolis at 1530, which had required him to show up in the usual suit and tie. When he had heard from Fiona he was only too happy oblige. He had suggested the H St Coffee House, as it had been close to her office and on his way to his presentation, even if it was still a few hours away. Ryan had arrived at the Coffee shop a little while ahead of Fiona. Luckily it wasn’t too busy, though he was sure it would be packed in the next while for the lunch rush.
He looked around enjoying the atmosphere, of the place while he waited for Fiona.

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[Fiona Maccafferty]

1115
H St Coffee House and Café
A FEW DAYS LATER

Fee was a little nervous. She kept telling herself over and over that this wasn't a date, but was merely two adults having a coffee together on a random workday. Her colleague, Mia Dearden, had informed her that that was EXACTLY what a date was, and even Kelly Oliver, her boss, had teased her about it. She hadn't told Max, but then there wasn't much to tell, and she would when it was important. IF it became important.

She arrived at the cafe, feeling a little silly. She was a bit out of place; a petite redhead dressed so well stopping at a random cafe in DC, with the air of a Fed and a jumbled bunch of nerves. She let herself in, and looked around for Ryan. She smiled when she spotted him, and moved towards the table he had saved. She smiled a little, and waved. It had been a little weird, running into him variously over the past week, usually at work settings, but once or twice in public places.

Hi. Well, that's just great, Fee. But at least it was something that made SENSE.

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[Ryan Alexander]

1115
H St Coffee House and Café
A FEW DAYS LATER

“I wonder if this is considered a date?” Ryan asked himself quietly as to not be over heard, as he sat in his chair. He almost hadn’t noticed Fee as she entered the Café. He noticed her smiling. “That’s good, she is smiling.” He thought to himself as she spotted him and neared the table. He didn’t know how he was going to great her. His stomach did a complete somersault. “How do you great a women who is a friend, but you invite her out for coffee?” He thought to himself. “Do I shake her hand, do I hug her, a kiss on the cheek ,pull out her chair for here, nuts what is the proper protocol?” All those scenarios played out in his mind in the time it took for her to enter and walk up to him. “Hi.” She said as she got closer. “Crap, when did she get so close...Uh…CHAIR!” His inner self blurted causing him to move into action.

“Hey, Fiona!” Ryan said as he stood and moved to her side of the table, pulling the chair out and offering it to her. “Thank you for meeting me today for coffee. I know you said that you have had a pretty busy schedule, so I am honored that you were able to take some time out to see me.” He said with a smile, hoping that it didn’t sound too cheesy. “Why are you so nervous?” He said to himself. He wanted to reach to his neck and check his pulse, but fought down the urge.

The waitress came by and handed the two some menu’s. “Good Morning, and welcome to the Café and Coffee House on H Street! I am your waitress Melissa. Could I interest you in something to drink?” She said with excitement as a notepad and pen suddenly appeared almost magically into her hand. He waited for Fee to order, before ordering. “I would like your Dark Roast, Black, no cream or sugar.” He replied. The waitress nodded and departed giving them a few minutes to look over the menu. “I know you are busy so if you have time to eat this place makes really good sandwiches.” Ryan offered as he watched Fee look down and look over the menu. He had to admit that she did look the part as a member of a 3 letter agency. “And she looks really good too.” He thought to himself.

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[Fiona Maccafferty]

1117
H St Coffee House and Café
A few days later

Ryan was holding a chair for her?! She wasn't used to it-being treated so well by a man who wasn't related to her. It'd been a LONG while since she'd dated anyone; there had been a few odd men here and there, but it was mostly a movie and dinner, then he'd get frustrated with her work schedule, her roommate, and her devotion to Max. She'd not dated since before Max was born-his father was the man who'd attacked her, and it hadn't felt RIGHT to date while she was pregnant. She wasn't sure WHY she'd kept Max-it WAS a bit of the fact that her father was Irish Catholic, but also that Fee NEEDED something in her life...she'd felt empty, like she needed something to show her the right path. In college, she'd nearly missed a serious legal matter by hacking into government databases-not on PURPOSE, exactly, but the FBI hadn't exactly BELIEVED her right away. Eventually, she was able to show them that it HAD been an accident, she'd clicked the wrong link and sent the wrong message that had temporarily shut down the entire Bureau email system, but since she'd not rerouted any emails, and since she was otherwise clean as a whistle, they beleived her-and HIRED her. Bluberry, though, hadn't been so lucky, and had been arrested, held, and tried. Since she, too, had no prior record, the judge had handed down a suspended sentence and "community service". Oliver had assigned her to be Blue's handler.

Hey, Fiona!...Thank you for meeting me today for coffee. I know you said that you have had a pretty busy schedule, so I am honored that you were able to take some time out to see me. Fee beamed at him. That was SOO sweet.

It was my pleasure...thank YOu for inviting me. Thruthfully, she'd been more than a little interested in Ryan since that day in the park, and it had taken everything she was made of PLUS a firm chastising from the girls in the office to NOT pull up the FBI's file on Ryan. Mia had said that it was rude, and Blue reminded her it was illegal.

Then, before she could reply with something totally brainless, the waitress saved her and came by with some menus and to take her coffee order. Fee waited for Ryan to finish ordering his coffee before she placed hers.

Turkey and Swiss on rye, please, and a super hot latte. Can I have one of those giant cinnamon rolls I saw coming in, as well? Fee was a big eater. She didn't worry TOO much about calories or things like that, she figured chasing a five-year-old around and her regular dog-walking/jogging, she was fine. She closed her menu, handed it to "Melissa", and then turned to Ryan.

I am STARVING, it IS my lunch time, and I didn't get breakfast. Max was being a pain this morning, and we were late. He hasn't been wanting to wear ACTUAL clothes to school, so we've compromised with his Halloween costumes that still fit. However, I made the BIG mistake of washing the Hulk, and now not only am I NEVER going to be mother of the year, he has promised to move to Boston with my father and stepmother. She kept her face serious. Max was a strange child; she assumed that this was because he was a boy, but she didn't know. That, and the fact that Jacques didn't want to poo that morning, had caused her to miss breakfast. Oh, well, she'd learned YEARS ago to keep snacks on hand, but a handful of peanuts and raisins before the horror of the day started was hardly "breakfast." Hopefully tomorrow would be less busy-it was Superman day.

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[Ryan Alexander]

1118
H St Coffee House and Café
A few days later


"It was my pleasure...thank You for inviting me." Ryan smiled and nodded, His inner self punching a first in the air in success.

Ryan had waited patiently for Fee to order, there had been a moment of ackward silence when the waitress didn’t know what to do. Ryan laughed and placed his drink order. “Turkey and Swiss on rye, please, and a super hot latte. Can I have one of those giant cinnamon rolls I saw coming in, as well?“ Ryan almost quirked an eyebrow at Fee surprised that she could put all the food away, though he wasn’t one to judge. He had been known to win an eating contest from time to time and never seem to but on any weight.

Melissa had turned back to him seeing if he wanted to order any food. “Can I have a cup of your soup special please?” He had asked. He quickly turned to Fee, panic almost creeping into his voice because he didn’t want her to think that he was judging her. “I have a presentation at Annapolis in a little while, I get a little nervous speaking in front of classes with 200 plus people. Though I hope you are hungry they are huge portions!” Ryan said. He hadn’t wanted to bring up work at all. This was his first time out with a woman that he liked being around, and he didn’t want to bore her to death with his ramblings. “Though she might like to know about it. It is a presentation about NCIS services around the world and a couple of case studies. No, if she wanted to know more about it, she will ask.” He thought to himself as he smiled at her. “Oh crap, am I smiling to much?” He thought, suddenly filled with horror. “Calm down, everything will be alright.”

“I am STARVING, it IS my lunch time, and I didn't get breakfast. Max was being a pain this morning, and we were late. He hasn't been wanting to wear ACTUAL clothes to school, so we've compromised with his Halloween costumes that still fit. However, I made the BIG mistake of washing the Hulk, and now not only am I NEVER going to be mother of the year, he has promised to move to Boston with my father and stepmother.” She kept her face serious, though Ryan had to fight to keep from smiling. “Sounds like he has good taste, sometimes I wish I could go to work dressed as the Hulk, maybe I might get some peace and quiet.” He said with a light laugh, hoping that it was right thing to say.

He didn’t know what else to say. “Come one, MARINE, you can do this.” “I have never been to Boston to be honest. I think we were supposed to go on a family vacation there once, but I think someone broke something a few days before going, so we went to the beach instead. How is it? Did you grow up there?” He asked, hoping that he was asking the right questions.


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[Fiona Maccafferty]

1120
The cafe
DC

Fiona settled in after the waitress returned with a glass of water. She settled in to listen, as Ryan seemed keen to chat, not that she minded since he was interesting.

Can I have a cup of your soup special please?...I have a presentation at Annapolis in a little while, I get a little nervous speaking in front of classes with 200 plus people. Though I hope you are hungry they are huge portions! She just smiled lightly. She DID eat a lot, though usually lunch was her largest meal, as dinner was mostly taking care of Max, and keep Blue out of trouble.

Annapolis?! The Navy Academy? Or the base itself? What's the presentation on?! I AM hungry, as I said, Max didn't let me get anything. I have some snacks in my desk, but it was all hands on deck as soon as I walked in the door. She shook her head. He didn't need to know about her case, it was messy and terrible.

He went on, making a joke about Max.

Sounds like he has good taste, sometimes I wish I could go to work dressed as the Hulk, maybe I might get some peace and quiet. Fee laughed, too, and nodded.

Believe me, I've been tempted. It would be OK, except that the other kids in his class are mean sometimes; they're getting to the age that they're starting to care about differences. I think it's hard for him, not having a father around like the others, though there ARE a couple of children in the class whose parents are divorced. She didn't say she was, but unless and until Ryan asked, she wouldn't disabuse him of anything. And when and IF it came up, it needed to be said delicately.

Finally, Ryan asked her about Boston.

I have never been to Boston to be honest. I think we were supposed to go on a family vacation there once, but I think someone broke something a few days before going, so we went to the beach instead. How is it? Did you grow up there? She nodded, and then paused as thier food arrived. She sipped her coffee, relishing the piping hot liquid. She'd lived off coffee for most of her adult life, and saw no point in giving it up now.

I was...but we moved back to Ireland when I was quite young. My mother couldn't handle being a mum, and so it was just me and me da, and he sent me back home so his family could help until he could get on his feet. I returned to the US when I was about 6. I go back occassionally still, Max has been once. But Boston is home, and where my brother Liam was born, so we're all there. My dad owns a mechanics shop there, and they live just above it. Liam works as a fireman for the South Boston fire department. He has a daughter, Monica, and his wife. They're expecting another, even though I think they're far too young. He's just twenty-two. She laughed at that; she didn't suppose she had much to say about that, though her situation was a LITTLE different.

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[Ryan Alexander]

1123
The cafe
DC

Annapolis?! The Navy Academy? Or the base itself? What's the presentation on?! I AM hungry, as I said, Max didn't let me get anything. I have some snacks in my desk, but it was all hands on deck as soon as I walked in the door. Ryan nodded, fighting the urge to beam. “She is actually interested!” His inner self fist pumping the air. “Yes at the Academy. Our section was invited to give a sort of guest lecture at the Academy essentially explaining what NCIS does and how commanders can effectively utilize us. I was also asked to bring a couple of case studies. It’s a 2 and half hour long lecture, this will be my second one. The boss doesn’t like lecturing and since I am a decent briefer I have been voluntold to do them for the foreseeable future.” Ryan said with a chuckle. Deep down he had always wanted to be a teacher, though he had found deeper passions elsewhere, he enjoyed the guest lecture spot. Though he was fairly certain that most of midshipmen didn’t care too much, and many would probably data dumb the information, he enjoyed it none the less.

He took a drink from his coffee as she explained about her son and the kids in his class. He listened carefully, making mental notes. He had always been a planner, regardless of what it was, and if there ever was to be a relationship here, he wanted to make sure that he had the best information he could. “It sounds like Max’s father really isn’t in the picture. Poor Kid.” Ryan thought, though he could almost see, something, in Fee’s eyes, and something told Ryan that this wasn’t the time to bring it up. Luckily the food had come just in time and had allowed for a nearly flawless transition into asking about Boston.

I was...but we moved back to Ireland when I was quite young. My mother couldn't handle being a mum, and so it was just me and me da, and he sent me back home so his family could help until he could get on his feet. I returned to the US when I was about 6. I go back occassionally still, Max has been once. But Boston is home, and where my brother Liam was born, so we're all there. My dad owns a mechanics shop there, and they live just above it. Liam works as a fireman for the South Boston fire department. He has a daughter, Monica, and his wife. They're expecting another, even though I think they're far too young. He's just twenty-two. Ryan nodded, quirking an eyebrow at how she spent some time in Ireland and at about her brother. “That is really cool that you got to spend some time in Ireland as a kid, that must have been a pretty interesting experience.” He said, though he regretted saying it. “Stupid Ryan, she said she was 6 when she came back to the states. Come on man, use your head.” “I can understand how you feel that way about your brother. I have some very close friends that are my age with 4 to 5 kids a piece!” He said, taking another sip of his coffee, “I don’t know how they have time to raise them and still do Marine Corps things!” He said with a chuckle. Before blowing lightly on the soup and taking a bite. It was the House Beef Stew, a favorite of Ryan’s.

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[Fiona Maccafferty]

1125
The Cafe
DC

Fee ate as she listened to Ryan.

Yes at the Academy. Our section was invited to give a sort of guest lecture at the Academy essentially explaining what NCIS does and how commanders can effectively utilize us. I was also asked to bring a couple of case studies. It’s a 2 and half hour long lecture, this will be my second one. The boss doesn’t like lecturing and since I am a decent briefer I have been voluntold to do them for the foreseeable future. Fee nodded once, and, after she sipped her coffee again, she asked him a question.

What DOES NCIS do, exactly?! She'd only heard about it, and hadn't yet had the opportunity to see it in action.

Ryan went on, and she finished her sandwich.

That is really cool that you got to spend some time in Ireland as a kid, that must have been a pretty interesting experience. She chuckled.

I don't know about "cool." It was a sheep farm, in a suburb of Dublin called Rosemeade. I was forced to wear dresses and go to Catholic school. I just wanted to play with the boys but instead I had to learn cookery and sewing. She made a face, as if this were the WORST thing to happen to a person. It wasn't SOO bad, though, she supposed. But it was good to get out when I did; before the economy in Ireland picked up in the early 1990's, when IT was discovered, they had an economic depression...my uncle almost lost the farm. She fell silent then, not really sure what to say about that. It had been a rough time for her; her father, already so poor, was sending money "home" while he and Fee ate cabbage and potatoes, and sometimes beans. It HAD gotten better, and her uncle Simon and aunt Peg had moved to America, as well.

I can understand how you feel that way about your brother. I have some very close friends that are my age with 4 to 5 kids a piece!... don’t know how they have time to raise them and still do Marine Corps things! Fiona laughed again, but looked at Ryan a little sadly.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have another child. Max is getting old enough that he doesn't need me anymore, and it's hard to raise an only child to not be selfish sometimes. Max has been in daycare for years, but at home, it's just him, and he gets all the toys, all the food, and all of Mummy's attention. She sighed. Having a daughter would be lovely, someone to UNDERSTAND her, because her roommate was useless, and Max just looked at her most days like she was an alien. Of course, it would be lovely someday to have a father figure for Max, as well, but she wasn't holding her breath for THAT.

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