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Il Pollo; Noonish, Wednesday [ 06/17 ].

Even with a few thing to do in her office at the school and a swing around back to the apartment to throw on her uniform and feed the new tree in her living room (the magnolias really set off the white furniture nicely), Daisy managed to get to the restaurant for her lunch with DiNozzo early. So she got a table for them, got herself some more coffee, and contemplated just how annoying it might be if she started to pester the server about things like whole wheat pasta and organic sauces.

Maybe if she just got a salad...

[[ Daisy's obviously meeting up with the newest partner-in-crimefighting, but open for all your Italian restaurant luncheon needs! ]]

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Tony looked around the place for her for only a moment. Because it was really hard to miss around here.

"Day."

There was the slightest bit of a sigh at the greeting, and a brief moment of wondering if she should just give up the ghost, but before she could contemplate on it too much further, Daisy was nodding and greeting him back, "Special Agent DiNozzo. How were things this morning?"

What? She grew a little antsy being away Wednesday mornings.

"Oh, the usual. Solved a few crimes, saved a puppy from a burning building," Tony replied, taking a seat at the table with her.

"You did not," said Daisy, in the tone and expression of someone who almost mostly believed it and then was going to be very sad if it did, indeed, turn out to be true. Because then she'd discover that she'd spent the morning teasing Loki about getting fat when she could have been ~~saving puppies~~ solving crimes.

"Are there ever crimes here?"

Oh, thank God. Daisy relaxed a little in her seat.

"Barring little horsies that assault officers?" she asked. "Yes. A few. Very sporadically, but it seems that when they hit, they're pretty significant. I'd check out the files on the Walker case and the Durden kidnapping; those have been the only ones since I've been here."

"There was a kidnapping?" Oh god, Tony, don't sound excited over that.

"The kidnapping itself happened before I was here," Daisy explained, "but some of the case was still fairly open. A whole governmental mess, some interrogations, that sort of thing. We got a name. After that, unfortunately, it was out of jurisdiction."

And a great big cocktease to make her think, just as she'd arrive, that she'd actually be doing real work around here.

"It's still open?" Tony grinned and leaned forward. "Governmental messes is what I'm used to. How about we look over those files again?"

Daisy arched an eyebrow, forcing herself not to sound too hopeful. But she, too, was leaning forward, her eyes bright with interest. "You think we should dredge it up again? We were told to leave it, out of our hands, now..."

"Told by who?"

"Same people who always tell you that," said Daisy with a sigh into her coffee cup. "The fifty million levels up above you in the giant mess of bureaucracy up top that makes the real coppers' work amount to crapper."

Harbouring a bit of resentment? What? Pull the other one.

"Usually," Tony remarked, holding his hand up to get the attention of their server. "That means you're on the right track."

Daisy's face scrunched slightly, as she drew in a breath.

If that was the case, then she'd been on the right track her entire career.

"Oh, bugger," she said, unable to help it. Now she felt just an awful knotting in her stomach for having left it. "You really think...?"

"It couldn't hurt."

Oh, if only DiNozzo knew what saying such things were doing to Daisy. Her heart was racing more than it did back when they'd first planned this lunch, and the despondency in her eyes was quickly burned away by a new light.

"Well," she said, trying to hold down a smile as best she could, "how about you have a look at the fire, from a new perspective, and see if you see anything worthwhile, and then you let me know and we see what we can do?"

"Buy me lunch again and I'll even try to see if Gibbs'll call in favors to look at why we're getting blocked," Tony offered. "Gibbs has clearance up to Area 51, I swear."

"Really?"

Really, he needed to stop.

No. No, Daisy decided that he never could.

"You can get lunches on me ever first Wednesday of the month if that's the case, Special Agent."

"Consider it done."

...he wasn't allowed to make decisions like this when out with an attractive woman.

Part of Daisy wondered if this sort of thing wasn't going to exactly be regulation, but then Daisy had been hanging out with a lot of superheroes lately. And justice was justice. It was above the law.

"I still don't know," she said, unable to avoid admitting at least a little bit of a reservation, "but it'll be interesting to see what you boys can come up with."

Tony just grinned. "So. Tell me about yourself, Day."

Daisy looked, for a moment, at a loss. After all, he'd just seen her get all ~~wet~~ excited over justice and he'd already slept with her, and that just about covered it.

"Well," she said, "I grew up in and out of London; my parents were lecturers, and I kind of always wanted to be a cop. What about you, Special Agent DiNozzo?"

"Well, I like long walks on the beach, wet t-shirt contests--"

He may have been waiting to see what sort of reaction to those things he'd get.

Hey, the long walks on the beach thing was her line. On dates. Which this was not. Definitely not. Still, Daisy grinned, eyes rolling a little. "No kidding? And what's your sign?"

Ohhh, someone who would flirt back. He liked that. "Cancer, you?"

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