I have never done a crossover with NCIS before so this will be my first story on them. This will be AU because I can't write canon, never have and never will. I like the way I write my characters. There will be male pairings but no sex scenes. There will be kissing and cuddling but nothing else.

This is a crossover with NCIS. I wanted Brian and Justin to have some help solving this case and maybe get some training on how to work a case. Tony DiNozzo from NCIS and Brian were opponents when each were in university. Brian took up basketball in the winter. Him and Tony became good friends after they graduated.

I'm going to mix up the timelines with the two shows. As you know, Brian lost his job and Justin was kicked out of PIFA. Brian didn't lose everything. He got his money out of his partnership with Vanguard. This took place in Season 4 Episode 1. This story starts six months later.

As for NCIS, their timeline, Season 12, will coincide with Queer As Folk Season 4. I still has Ziva David in it. Tony has been with NCIS for twelve years.

Chapter 1

Brian went for a walk which lead him to the park by the river. He needed to do some thinking about what he was going to do with his life now. He knew that bringing Stockwell down was going to cost him his job. At least he wasn't broke after doing those adverts on the television stations. He got his share of Vanguard which didn't make Vance Gardner happy knowing he was going to have to put up the money himself but it wasn't Brian's fault. He knew the type of man Stockwell was and he wasn't going to see him in office if he could help it.

NCIS/QAF

Justin went home after having lunch with Emmett. As he entered the loft, he noticed that it was quiet.

"Brian?"

Justin looked for Brian when he came upon a note on the counter:

J

Gone for a walk to think. Be back in a bit.

B

Justin smiled knowing that this was what Brian needed: time to be by himself and to think of his future. This was one thing that Justin thought about. He didn't know what he was going to do so he still had his apartment from when him and Brian broke up. He then converted it into a studio for his art. There were still projects that he wanted to finish up and maybe get Sidney Bloom to sell them.

Justin was brought out of his thoughts when he heard the buzzer from downstairs.

"Yes?"

"I have a registered letter for a Justin Taylor."

"That's me. I'll be right down." Justin grabbed his keys and locked up then went down in the elevator to sign for the letter.

After he signed for it , he stared at the envelope. The return address was the St. James Academy.

"Now why would someone send me a letter from that Godforsaken place?" Justin whispered to himself. He ripped into the envelope as he went into the elevator to go to the top floor.

Somehow he got inside the loft, closed the door and then sat on the sofa to read it.

Dear Justin:

You don't know me but I knew you when we went to school together.

I am not going to sign this because I don't want to get myself involved. I know that by writing this letter that I am involving myself but I don't want to get involved after this.

I'm also gay. I could never come out in school like you did. I envied you when you came out. I took your small course on safe sex.

Anyways, what I'm going to tell you will blow your mind. I knew all about Chris Hobbs being a closet case. He told me what you did to him when he was punished and told to clean out the equipment room.

What Chris did to you during your last school year was terrible. But it was during the prom that I saw you in love. When that gorgeous guy walked into that room, he owned it. As you both danced, I watched as the love flowed between the two of you and the way that you danced. It was like watching Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers dancing in those black and white movies. And the way he kissed you at the end of the song, that's when I knew he loved you.

Anyways, I'm getting off track. The reason that I'm sending you this letter is that I know who murdered Jason Kemp. It was not that detective as everyone said.

I was there the night he was murdered. I saw it all. I was following Chris because I fell in love with him. He didn't know that I was behind him when he came upon Jason in that alley. I knew that Jason was a prostitute but what Chris did to him was not right. After Chris had sex with him, I was concerned for Jason. But what I saw made me sick. He took off a condom, tied it and put it in his pocket. He didn't want anyone to know he was the last one that Jason was with. Chris just dumped his body in that dumpster behind the restaurant. After I watched Chris leave, I went to see if Jason was all right. That's when I got scared when I found out he killed him. I don't know why he did that.

There's one thing that you should know. There was a rumor that was going around when I was a kid that shocked my parents. It turns out that Chris Hobbs is not who he says he is. It was said in hush tones that he was the son of Reichert . Yes, you heard me right. I know that you have Reichert's DNA because of what Hunter did.

I know all about what Brian Kinney did in finding out who murdered Jason and what Hunter did to get the DNA from Reichert . The police think that Reichert was the one who murdered Jason but he wasn't. You need to get Chris' DNA checked out with Reichert's. You'll find that there are markers in their DNA that will make them family. Yes, I know all about this because with Jason's murder, I went into forensic sciences. I know I couldn't help Jason but I can help others get justice.

While your at it, I think that Reichert was also murdered. He would never commit suicide thinking that he was the one that murdered Jason being that he didn't wear a condom. A cop would never take his own life because of what he did. Reichert maybe a closet case but I can't see him killing himself. I know he was Stockwell's partner. I wouldn't put it passed Stockwell to kill Reichert so that he could gain popularity in being the next mayor. He didn't want any lose ends for when he was the next mayor. And with Reichert committing 'suicide' it would make Reichert the guilty party in murdering Jason. Stockwell wanted this case solved quickly so he placed the death of one man on another.

That's all I have to say. Show this letter to Brian. I know that he no longer has a job but maybe between the two of you, you both can give Jason the rest he needs. Besides, ask Brian about that other degree he has stashed in his little box in the closet. It will come in handy knowing what he should be. He became quite the investigator when he was trying to find Jason's murderer.

Your friend always.

After Justin read the note, he was stunned. He tried to think about who it was that wrote this letter but his mind was coming up blank. This was something that he needed Brian to read. Getting on his cell phone he called Brian.

"Brian, I need you to come home. I have something that is going to blow your mind." Justin left a message. He knew Brian would call him back.

It wasn't two minutes later that Brian walked into the loft.

"What's the matter Justin?" Brian asked. "You sounded weird."

"Read this and then tell me what you think," Justin replied as he handed the letter over to Brian.

Brian took the letter and began to read. Justin watched his expression. When Brian smiled, Justin knew he got to the part of the dance. Then his expression changed into shock.

"Do you believe this?" Brian questioned.

"I don't know. It sounds like a mystery movie. What did that person in the letter mean when he wrote, 'ask Brian about that other degree he has stashed in his little box in the closet'?"

"Well, when I was at Carnegie-Melon, I needed to get a minor. So I thought that having a criminology minor would be fun. Instead, I got a Bachelor's Degree in Criminal Justice. Then I would have something to fall back on if things went south. Well, I guess things went south. So while I was out this morning, I thought, 'why not'. And I think this letter is real. I've been thinking about this case since it happened a year ago. Something was off about this case since I brought that DNA to Horvath. Also the talk we had with Reichert."

"Yeah, now that I think about it, it does seem odd." Justin went to the fridge to get water for them both. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to dust off my degree and get to work. Want to do some detective work since your not in school?" Brian asked.

"Why not, Jason Kemp needs closure and we could do a lot of help to make sure his family gets the closure it needs. Let's get to work."

"First let me make one phone call," Brian said he started to dial. "Hey, Tony, how's it going?"

"Fine, listen I could use your help. I'm going to dust my other degree off and become a private investigator. I'm going to investigate a death and I could use some help. I know who you work for. Interested? I know you have access to police cases and this one stinks. It's the one about Jason Kemp and Kenneth Reichert."

"Okay, we'll grab a flight out tomorrow. I'm bringing my partner with me. We'll see you tomorrow. Thanks." Brian closed his cell. "Now we can go."

He got his jacket and tossed Justin his own jacket. "Let's go to Horvath with this letter and maybe get a copy of the case file they have. I know that when a case is closed, it becomes public knowledge. Let's go." He picked up his briefcase.

Justin stashed the letter in his pocket and they left for the police station.

"Call the airport and see if we can get a flight to DC for tomorrow," Brian stated.

"Why DC?" Justin asked. It wasn't until he realized that Brian was talking to a man called Tony.

"Tony, the one I was with on the phone?" Brian replied. "Well, he's a Special Agent for NCIS which stands for Naval Criminal Investigative Services. Him and I go way back."

Justin got on his phone and a few minutes later he hung up. "We got a flight for 9 AM. That will give us time to look over the file tonight and then pack."

"We'll get a room for about a week once we get to DC. I have no idea where to stay. I'll ask Tony when we get there."

When they arrived at the police station, Brian noticed that there were a few officers that he recognized when they were trying to get Stockwell from being the next mayor.

They both entered the station and went up to the sergeant behind the desk.

"Hi, I'm Brian Kinney and this is Justin Taylor. I wonder if we can see Captain Horvath?"

"Have a seat and I'll see what I can do," the sergeant replied.

Brian couldn't believe that he was treated nicely by this officer. A few minutes later he turned his head and saw Carl walk up to him.

"Brian, what can I do for you?" Carl asked as he shook his hand.

"Can we talk in your office?" Brian asked.

"Sure," Carl replied. He made his way to his office and showed with his hand for them to take a seat. "Now what's this about?" Carl closed the door, offered Brian coffee and Justin water.

"I guess you know by now that I was the one who destroyed Stockwell's campaign? Well, since I no longer work for Vanguard Advertising, I thought I would give my other degree a workout."

"And what is that?" Carl questioned as he took his seat.

"Well, I have a Bachelor's Degree in Criminal Justice and I'm going to open my own PI office. Now that you have closed the case on Jason Kemp, we would like to look at the file and any x-rays that were taken during the autopsy?"

Carl looked at Brian and Justin with a disturbed look on his face.

"I'm going to tell you something. I never have breathed a word to anyone about this since that case was closed. I think it was handled wrong so that certain people were not implicated. I think Stockwell had something to do with Reichert's suicide. I also know that Reichert was bi-sexual. He had a fascination for young men. I also think that Reichert didn't kill Jason. We should have had an outside investigation done on both those cases."

"We got a very strange letter in the mail today," Justin said. "It was strange since the writer of the letter said that it was Chris Hobbs that killed Jason and that Stockwell killed Reichert." Justin pulled the letter out of his jacket and handed it over to Carl.

Carl read the letter and then looked to the two men. "Why does Chris Hobbs sound familiar?"

"He was the one who bashed Justin at his prom," Brian replied. "As we were driving over, I thought with that much anger in him who's to say that he would continue with his escapades and go further into murdering someone. Especially someone in the gay community. He was a closet case meaning that he was a gay man but didn't say it out loud. There's something about this case that has bugged me since I gave you Reichert's DNA. Also did you noticed in the letter that the writer said that Reichert and Hobbs could be father and son?"

"Yeah, I saw that," Carl replied. "So are you going to look into this situation because I think that with some outside help this could blow up in my face if I investigate this. What are you going to do?"

"I was wondering if we could have a copy of both files, the autopsy files along with their x-rays. I know of a man in DC that is a world renown medical examiner to study this case. He was a guest speaker in a few of my classes at Carnegie. He works for NCIS. They solve crimes for marines and naval personnel."

"Okay, I have a copy of those files I can let you have. I'll talk with the medical examiner here and get you the file of the autopsies and x-rays. Hell, let me call him right now." Carl got on the phone. A few minutes later there was a knock at his door. "Come in."

"Captain, I have those files for you," the ME replied. "Everything is in there on Jason Kemp and Reichert. May I ask why you need them?"

"I want an outside investigation done on these," Carl replied. "I want to make sure that we caught the right men."

"Sounds good to me," the ME replied. "I think that's what should have been done in the first place. I wasn't the one who did the autopsies on these two. I believe that some of the officers were in Stockwell's pocket as well as the previous medical examiner. Do you need the evidence also?"

"Yes that would be great. Can you get them for me without questions?"

"I can do that. They won't question me if I get it but they might if it was an officer or you." The ME left to get the evidence.

"Do you have a forensic scientist set up for the evidence? I know of someone you might use. Her name is Abigail Scuito. She's the best in her field. She's also at the NCIS building. So you will be killing two birds with one stone. She gave a seminar on how to gather evidence in Pittsburgh when I became captain here."

"That sounds great," Brian said.

Just then a knock on the door was heard again.

"Come," Carl said. He knew it was the ME returning.

"I got all the evidence in lockup." He place a box on the desk. "Are you taking these out of the city?" The ME looked at Brian.

"Yes, I'm taking them to DC," Brian replied. "Is there any way to seal them up so that no other evidence gets into them?"

"Yes," the ME replied. "I got a sealed box for them. You can travel with them when you get to the airport. Security will ask what's in the box but I will have sealed the box with red tape and my initials on the tape. I will have a letter for you to take. You should have no problem in shipping it to DC." The ME proceeded to box up the evidence with the red tape around the box.

"Carl, could I ask for a favor?" Brian asked.

"Anything," Carl replied.

"I need to get my PI identification. Can you cut through the red tape for me to get it today?"

"I can't see why not. Let's go to the county clerk's office to get things rolling."

Carl took the evidence and hid it in one of his cupboards. All four of the men left Carl's office. Carl took out his keys and locked the door. He watched as a few officers in the pen stared at him wondering what's going on.

"I'll have that letter for you when you get back," the ME stated.

"Thanks for all your help," Brian replied.

Carl, Brian and Justin entered the county court house and Carl led them to a desk.

"I'm Captain Carl Horvath of the Pittsburgh Police Department. Can we talk to someone in charge?"

"Sure," the clerk said. He got on the phone to his boss. "I have a Captain Carl Horvath here to see you. Okay." He hung up the phone. "Just go through that door and enter the second door on your right. Mr. Ken Moore will see you."

"Thanks," Carl replied. They made their way to Ken's office. Carl knew of Ken. When he opened the door, Brian and Justin entered the room. "Ken, good to see you. Let me introduce you to these men. This is Brian Kinney and Justin Taylor."

"Nice to meet you," Ken replied. "What can I do for you?"

"Ken, Brian Kinney needs a private detectives license. I've asked him to take a closer look at the Jason Kemp murder and Reichert's suicide. I need outside help on this so I have asked Brian to see what he can come up with."

"I thought there was something not right with those cases. It seemed the police department wanted those cases closed quick. So you want me to cut through the red tape?"

"Yes if that is possible."

"If I do this then you will have to come back and get the process done through legally. Are you traveling out of the city?" Ken looked right at Brian.

"Yes," Brian replied. "I want to go to DC where I need help with the autopsy. We'll be there for a week so that there is no rush on the evidence we need to present to the authorities. Can you get me a temporary one for about three weeks?"

"How about I do this. I will set you up with a permanent license now. But when this case is over, I want you to come in and get the legal one. Do you have a Bachelor's in Criminology degree?"

"No, but I do have a Bachelor's in Criminal Justice. Will that be sufficient?" Brian asked.

"Yes, that is perfect. Do you have 3 years experience working in law enforcement?

"No, do I need that?"

"Yes, but since you are with a Captain of the Police Department, we'll bypass that."

"Can you vouch for him, Carl?"

"Yes, I will vouch for him. He brought me evidence on the case of Jason Kemp which may have turned out that it wasn't Reichert that killed Kemp. It may have been tampered with."

"Now let's get started on the process."

Ken pulled out forms and for the next two hours, Brian answered all of Ken's questions. He paid the license fee and paid for the license. Brian got his photo taken for the badge and his fingerprints were imputed into AFIS.

Brian sat there with the license and a badge in his hands. He couldn't believe that he was now a private investigator.

"Thank you for doing this." Brian rose from his desk and shook his hand.

"I'll keep an eye out for you," Ken replied. "When you get this case done, come see me and we'll straighten out everything. We still need five signatures. Oh, and before I forget, we'll get you set up with the Pennsylvania Association of Licensed Investigators. They provide valuable information and networking opportunities within the state."

"Thanks again, Mr. Moore," Brian repeated. "When this case is closed, we'll return to get those things done."

"Now let's get back to my office and get everything together for you." Carl rose and faced Ken. "I owe you."

"Damn straight," Ken replied and chuckled. "If he can solve this case, we'll celebrate. I think this case was solved too fast in my opinion."

"We think so too," Carl replied. "We'll talk later."

"See you soon," Ken stated looking at Brian. Somehow this man had a head on his shoulders for this. It was just a feeling Ken was getting from looking at him.

The three men left the county court house and made their way back to the police station. When they arrived at Carl's office, Carl unlocked his office and closed the door.

"Now, do you have a flight for tomorrow?" Carl.

"Yes," Justin replied. "We're booked on a flight for 9 AM."

"Good. Before you go to the airport, come see me and I'll have the evidence ready so that you can take it on the flight. When security sees the red tape they will handle it with care. Plus you will have the letter from our ME about the evidence."

"Thanks Carl for all your help," Brian said as he rose from his chair and shook Carl's hand. "I need to make a few more phone calls before we leave."

"If you need anything at all, don't hesitate to call," Carl stated. "If you can solve this case then maybe I can send some work your way."

"Thanks, Carl," Justin replied.

"What are you going to be doing, Justin?" Carl asked.

"I'm going to be his partner," Justin smirked. "With our two brains, how can we go wrong."

"Carl, could I ask for another favor?" Brian asked.

"Name it."

"I need an office. Someplace close so that if I get cases from you, I will be close to downtown. I hate asking for favors. I'm going to ask Cynthia Moore to come work for me. I know she won't let me down. "

"That's okay, Brian. I'll look into it while you're in DC. Do you want something cheap or upscale?"

"Upscale. If I get something cheap, people won't take me seriously."

"Right, I'll do that. Miss Moore can help me. Now get out of here before my men think there is a conspiracy going on in here. I hope you can solve this one."

"Thanks again Carl," Brian replied and shook his hand. "I'll drop by first thing in the morning for that box and letter. See you then."

"Take care." Carl then reached for the two files. "Brian take these. You might as well get up to date on these before you go."

Brian opened his briefcase and put the two files inside. He nodded before leaving the office.

Brian and Justin went back to the loft and Brian made another phone call.

"Cynthia, my main girl," Brian began, "how would you like to work for me? Come over and we'll talk. Okay, see you then."

"Well, is she going to take your offer?" Justin asked as he pulled out suitcases for them.

"She's on her way over," Brian replied. "She can be our assistant. I'll get her to help Carl look for spaces. She knows what I like. Then while we're gone, she can set up the office. I'll give her my credit card so she can get everything done."

"Sounds like a plan," Justin said. "You should call Deb and tell her we'll be out of town for a week. Deb will get worried when she doesn't see you show up at the diner."

"Right. Wouldn't want her yelling at me when I return." Brian got on the phone and called Deb.

After talking to Deb, he heard the intercom from downstairs. Brian buzzed her up knowing it was Cynthia. Opening the door, Brian watched as she got off the elevator.

"Now what's this about?" Cyn asked.

"I'm opening my own private investigator's agency," Brian began as he got them all water. All three took seats. "I'm going to open up the Jason Kemp case. Will you come work for us?"

"Wow!" Cyn exclaimed. "This is a far cry from owning your own advertising company. Yes, I will come work for you. What made you think of doing that?"

"I got this letter in the mail," Justin began to say as he handed over the letter. "Brian's decided to dust off his other degree in Criminal Justice. We're going to look into this case and Reichert's suicide. Carl Horvath thinks that something stinks with this case. There was no outside investigation when it came to Reichert 's case."

"Yeah, I know how you feel," she replied. "I thought that case was solved to damn fast. Now what do you need from me?"

"I want you to take this credit card," Brian handed over his card. "Carl is going to help us find some offices. He said that he can help you with that and then get everything to furnish it. We're going to DC to get some help on the autopsy and evidence in this case. I know of some people who can help. We'll be gone for about a week. Which reminds me, I need to call Tony DiNozzo back. He can talk to his boss to see if we can get help. Then I can get him to patch me through to Dr. Mallard and see if I can pick his brain with the autopsy."

"You get that done Brian and I'll order lunch for all three of us," Cyn stated. "I'll sit at your desk and get things rolling for the office."

"Sure," Brian replied as he pulled out his phone to make the calls.

After Brian made his calls he told Cynthia to change the locks on the loft. He then told her that no one was to get a key but her. She could use the loft for home base until her and Carl found offices for them.

Justin was packing for the two of them and if he knew Brian, then he wouldn't want many suits because he would be shopping.

After packing and eating lunch, Cynthia left to do other things. Brian and Justin poured over the two case files that they acquired from Carl. They wanted to know the case inside and out. Brian knew with Justin's memory that he would retain information when they needed it. Justin would be able to know what he read.

They closed up the files and headed for bed.

TBC