'Oh, that boy. I go to debrief for ten minutes and now I can't find him,' Penelope Garcia thought, putting her hands on her hips and shaking her head slowly, forcing herself not to be distracted by the new bright blue streak that had been slipped into her blond locks just that morning. 'Find Chris, then you can go be distracted by the pretty blue thing,' she told herself,flopping down in her desk chair and attempting to think of every place that he could be.

"Start with the desks," she muttered. He'd hidden there before, but somehow it didn't seem likely that he was hiding under Morgan's desk like he usually was. Stepping through the glass door that separated the bullpen from the debriefing room, she put her hands over her mouth, took a deep breath in and prepared to do her best "Christopher Hayden Carter you get over here this instant" yell.

The only sound that came out was a strangled yelp as something brushed past her legs and made her jump.

"Jeez," she panted, whirling on whoever had made her jump.

Tifa Lockhart walked into the pub with a sly smirk on her face and she was up to no good and couldn't wait to start some trouble and maybe even get a drink and have a good time and do it with a smile on her face the entire time. Tifa walked over to some random guy and tossed a punch at him sending him to the floor unconcscious and took his drink before walking off and punching some other dude and of course did this with a smile on her face. She walked up and stole money from a stranger's pocket and downed the drink. Throwing the mug and hitting a chick in the face and causing her to bleed and which in turn made her go to the hospital. Tifa glared at the bartender and demanded for a beer. When he didn't serve her she got up on the bar and grabbed the keg. Chugging it down and tossing the empty barrel at yet another chick and smashed her face and sent her to the hospital as well.