DISCLAIMER: I do not own Criminal Minds or NCIS, nor am I making any money from this – This is just for fun!

A/N: So, here we go. The Burger Bar Story : ) Takes place as soon as they get to The Burger Bar after 'Trapped'. Just pointless fluff really : ) Bit of flirting maybe but still not a romance. I'm no good at writing that sort of stuff! Know I said one-shot but it's gonna have two parts.

Quick question: When Garcia calls Reid "Junior G-Man" does she mean the 'G' to stand for 'Government' or 'Genius'? Cos they use the term ''G-Man" on a few shows ( 'Bones' and so on...) and they mean it as 'Government'. Just wondered.

THE BURGER BAR:

The FBI and NCIS Agents had settled themselves in a large circular booth towards the rear of 'Benny's Burgers'. They were the only patrons and the staff seemed to be busying themselves with tidying up. A young waitress who's name badge had read 'Joan' had taken their order. Neither she nor any of the other staff had paid much attention to the group of Agents as the place was often used by people from the Navy Yard.

"I wish this place would start to sell beer." Tony said, taking a sip of his chocolate milkshake.

"After today," Morgan said, also taking a sip of his milkshake, "that doesn't sound like a bad idea."

"Ok, Ok..." Abby said, waving her hands near her head and returning them to their previous topic of conversation. "Would you rather," she thought for a moment. "Be attacked by a giant snake or an angry piranha?" She looked around the group, cocking one eyebrow.

"Snake." Reid, Ziva, Prentiss and Ducky answered in unison.

"Are you guys' crazy?" Tony asked, almost spitting out his mouthful of milkshake. "A giant snake? Emphasis on the word giant."

"Oh and an angry piranha is better how?" Prentiss asked, tilting her head to the side.

"Because it's not a snake." Morgan said, Tony and McGee nodding in agreement.

"But if it's a piranha," Reid stated, "Then you'd be in water which means you'd have to worry about swimming and being attacked." He took a sip of his milkshake. "Snake means you're on dry land." This time, Ziva and Prentiss nodded in agreement whereas Ducky made an 'I told you so' noise.

Morgan shrugged as if contemplating this situation. Tony sighed. "It's still a snake." He said.

"Gibbs." Abby said, turning to face him. "You never answered."

Gibbs sighed and shrugged. "Snake." He replied simply.

Ziva smiled like a child who had just been given a bar of candy. "You see!" She said. "Snake wins."

"Ok," McGee said, leaning forward. "Would you rather drink a gallon of ketchup or a gallon or mustard?"

"Ooh..." Abby said, looking pensive.

"Mustard." Tony answered without thinking, drinking yet more milkshake.

Prentiss pursed her lip. "I guess ketchup." She shook her head, unsure of her answer.

"Mustard." Ziva said, looking at Tony who seemed rather pleased someone had agreed with him.

Ducky nodded too. "Mustard, yes." He said. "I was never too fond of ketchup." He added.

"Reid?" Abby asked, looking at him.

" God..." Reid said, seemingly staring off into the distance.

"Yea," Prentiss said, "I found it a tricky one." She took a sip of her club soda.

"I don't think that's what he's on about." Morgan said, now also looking in the direction Reid was.

The rest of the group turned to see what the pair were looking at.

"You gotta be kidding me!" McGee said, shaking his head.

Standing by the counter stood a young man wearing a hoodie pulled up and around his face. He had one hand in his hoodie pocket and the other on the counter.

"He looks nervous." Gibbs said, commenting on the young mans jittery behaviour.

"You don't suppose he's just gonna order take out and leave?" Abby said, sounding hopeful. "And that's a banana in his pocket for afters?"

"I do not think so." Ziva said, not looking away from the young man, who still seemed oblivious to the looks he was receiving from the table. One of the waiting staff now appeared to be taking an order form the man.

"He can't really be about to rob a Burger joint?" Morgan asked, sounding shocked. "I mean, come on."

"It's a busy place." Tony said, turning to face Morgan. "I mean they must..."

"Guys..." Reid interrupted. "Guy with gun." He said, nodding towards the new occupant of the restaurant.

The group watched in silence as the man completed his order and waited for the staff member to turn their back and head towards the kitchen. Before she got there though, the man pulled a gun from his pocket and pointed at her. "Nobody move!" He shouted.

By the time the man had though to pay attention to the lone table at the top of the Burger Bar, Tony, Reid, Morgan, and Prentiss had already stood from the table and were standing only a few feet away from him. The three FBI Agents had their own guns drawn, levelled at the armed man. "FBI." Morgan said simply.

A look of horror and shock fell over the young mans face. "Seriously?" He said, dropping his gun to the floor knowing he was defeated.

Morgan nodded and removed his handcuffs from his belt, handing them to Tony who moved forwards to cuff the man. "Of all the gin joints in all the towns, in all the world..." He said, walking towards him. "NCIS, you're under arrest." He said, cuffing him. "I mean its bad enough robbing a Burger Bar, but one full of Federal Agents? That's just really bad." He drew out the word 'really' to make it much longer than need be.

"NCIS? He said FBI..." The man said, sounding even more confused.

"They're FBI!" Abby called, pointing at Reid, Prentiss and Morgan. "We're NCIS!" She explained.

"Thanks, Abs!" Prentiss called over her shoulder. "Bet he's glad you cleared that up." She holstered her gun and moved to pick up the dropped firearm.

Reid also holstered his gun and moved to the counter. "Can I use your phone, please?" He asked.

The waitress – Joan – didn't speak. She just looked back and forth between the Agents and wordlessly handed Reid the phone.

Reid thanked her and dialled for a Squad Car to come and pick up the now unarmed man.

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After the armed robber had been picked up by a squad car and escorted to the nearest station, the Duty Manager of 'Benny's Burgers' had insisted that the Agents have their meals for free. An offer Tony was only too pleased to except despite the others feeble protests.

"You know, I've never actually watched Casablanca." McGee said, taking a bite of his burger and referencing Tony's earlier quote.

"Really?" Gibbs asked, sounding surprised. "I though everyone had." Everybody around the table murmured their agreement.

"You've seen Casablanca?" Morgan asked Reid through a mouthful of burger.

Reid nodded, eating some fries. "It's a classic." He said, sipping his milkshake.

"So is 'A Clockwork Orange," Prentiss said, eating her own burger. "And you've never seen that."

"Really?" Tony and McGee exclaimed.

"Even I have seen that." Ziva said, pointing at Reid with a fry.

"Well I have now." Reid said, putting his milkshake down. After the conversation a few years ago on the jet he'd rented a copy and watched it. "It's weird." He said, eating more fries.

"Initiative comes to thems that wait." Ducky quoted the film, taking a sip of his soda.

"Don't threaten me with a dead fish." McGee said, smirking a little.

"Withnail and I." Reid said, not looking up from his plate of food.

"Sorry, what?" Morgan asked, looking from McGee to Reid.

"Withnail and I. It's a British film from the eighties." Abby said, using her hand to cover her mouth which was full of burger.

"Richard E. Grant." Ducky said, nodding with Abby.

"You'd never seen 'A Clockwork Orange' but you've seen that?" Morgan asked, looking at Reid in disbelief.

Prentiss let out a small laugh as did Ziva and Tony. "Ok, I got one." Tony said, placing his burger back on his plate and leaning forwards. "Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary." He smiled.

"Easy," Gibbs said, taking a sip of his soda. "Dead Poets society."

Tony sat back and sighed, his smile disappearing. "Yea..." He said, picking up his milkshake again.

"You're going out a youngster, but you've got to come back a star." Ducky said, looking around the group.

They were silent for a few moments until Ziva spoke. "Forty Second Street?" she half answered, half asked.

"Damn!" Tony shouted, making everyone but Gibbs jump a little. "I knew that one!"

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"That was pretty good." Morgan said, taking his last bite of burger.

"How come we don't come here more often?"Tony asked.

"How come this is the first time we've been here?" Prentiss asked, eating her last few fries.

"Hmm..." Reid said, drinking his last bit of milkshake through his straw.

"Beer?" Ziva asked, looking around the group.

"McClusky's?" McGee, who was slouched down in his seat, asked.

"McClusky's?" Morgan repeated.

"It's a bar around the corner." Abby answered.

"Hmm... not for me, I'm afraid." Ducky said, looking at his watch. "The elderly require more sleep that you young folk."

Ziva smiled. "Are you coming, Gibbs?"

Gibbs looked at his watch and though for a moment. He shrugged. "Why not." It had been a long time since his team had socialised all together, and the FBI Agents had turned out to be good company.

Abby clapped her hands excitedly in front of her face. She stopped and looked at Morgan, Prentiss and Reid. "You three?"

"Sure." Morgan said, finishing his milkshake.

"A beer would be good after the day we've had." Prentiss said, sighing. Despite how awful being contained in a Government Building for most of the day should have been it had actually turned out as a pretty good day.

"Reid?" McGee asked.

Reid frowned. "Nah..." He shook his head.

"Awww..." Abby cried.

"Come on, Reid." Ziva said, "I'll buy your first beer." She offered, smiling. Abby shot Ziva a look but Ziva ignored her.

"What bar is going to let me in wearing an oversized NCIS hoodie?" Reid asked, sounding almost sarcastic. "And we still have our guns." He said, looking at Prentiss.

"McClusky's." Tony said in a tone that implied the answer was obvious. "Show them your badge, they'll let in if you keep it concealed." He said.

"Yea they let anyone in." Abby said. "I mean... you..." she stuttered for a moment, realising what she'd just said, her discomfort casing everyone to laugh a little. "You're my Cirps!" she cried. "You have to come!"

"Cirps?" Gibbs asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yea!" Abby looked around the table. "Well you guys," She pointed at the NCIS Agents. "Are a Critical Incident Response Team, and you guys," She pointed at the FBI Agents. "Work for the Critical Incident Response Group so you're all Critical Incident Response People." She explained. "CIRPs." She said again.

Everyone looked around at one another but nobody said anything.

"So you coming, Kid?" Gibbs asked, looking at Reid.

Reid though for a moment. "Ok." He said. "If Ziva buys me my first beer." He looked at her and smiled.

"Deal." She said, smiling back.

Morgan clapped his hands and stood. "Alright then!" He said. He dug in his pockets to find some change for a tip and found a few dollar bills. He placed them on the table and everyone else followed suit. As he was putting his coat on his phone rang. He looked at the called ID before answering. "Hey Baby girl, what are you doing awake at this time?"

"Wondering where you are, Baby Cakes." Garcia said at the other end of the line.

"We just got some food." Morgan said, trying to put his jacket on one handed. "We're heading out for a beer."

"We?" Garcia asked. "And who, pray tell, are 'we'?"

Morgan smiled. "Me, Prentiss, Reid, Ziva, Abby, Gibbs, McGee and DiNozzo." He chuckled. "Why, you jealous?"

"Insanely so," she replied, sounding overly upset. "Where you going?"

"Erm..." Morgan tried to remember the name of the bar. Reid mouthed the name to him while fiddling with the hood on his sweater. "McClusky's." Morgan said, "Near the Navy Yard."

"I know that place." Garcia said.

"Tag along if you wanna," Morgan said, looking at the group as if waiting for their approval. Everyone nodded.

"I am so there!" Garcia said and then hung up.

"Garcia's coming?" McGee asked, zipping up his jacket. Morgan nodded. He'd spent a lot of the day talking to the Technical Analyst and realised for the first time he had no idea what she looked like.

"Cool." Abby said, now helping Reid out with his hood. "You don't wear these much, do you?" She asked. Reid shook his head.

"It'll be nice to meet her." Ziva said.

"Guess we'll have to buy her a beer too." Gibbs said, carrying his jacket over his arm and heading towards the door. "She's the one that got us out, right?"

"Yep." Prentiss said. "But I doubt a beer will cut it." She smiled. "She's more of a Chupacabra kinda gal."

"Goodness me..." Ducky said, shaking his head.

Morgan laughed. "Oh man," he shook his head. "You have no idea."

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So, they're all off to a bar. With Garcia. Haha! Hope you enjoyed it. Did warn you it was going to be all fluff!

Had an idea for another story but it's another NCIS cross! What can I say, I like writing them : ) Won't be a romance but will follow in from these ones... Brief summary – Gibbs, McGee and Reid go MIA. Not a torture fic or anything, quite a lot of those out there and don't think I'd be able to write anything like that but yea. Can give you a clue – I got the idea watching the 'Grave Digger' episode of 'Bones'. Let me know what you think. Thanks for reading and Part II to follow!