She needed some space things had been crazy, it seemed she was loosing grip of who she was, everything thing and everyone that was important to her. Ziva was lingering in the hall trying to clear her head, cup of coffee in hand she sipped the hot liquid even though it scorched her throat. She didn't pay any mind to the burn it distracted her from the mess on her plate. She let a low sigh pass her lips she glanced around before udering something in Hebrew brush dark curls from her eyes.
She took another long sip making a face at how sweet the coffee was. She really needed to start making her own. Leaning against the wall she brushed her clothes down. What was to become of her now? She was sure that one way or another it would be the death of her.
Post by SA Maggie LeFebvre on Oct 9, 2013 23:03:24 GMT -5
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Maggie hurried down the hallways of the NCIS building. She was here to gather some info on a case she was working, and she wasn't having much luck. Normally, she could find some guy to flirt the information out of, but the stupid Americans seemed to only hire women. And here her people thought they were crass sexists. She shook her dirty blonde hair, and then sighed.
She passed an older, upset-looking woman. She paused. She could try-Maggie was bad at interacting with women, but mostly because she didn't know HOW.
Hello! Special Agent Maggie Lefebvre, INTERPOL....bad day? Better to start off friendly before you just asked for what you wanted.