A/N: Hey guys, well this is a new fanfic from me, I know that I've been slacking in the Tsukimon-suji department, but I really haven't been feeling the Naruto fandom lately. I might eventually get back to it, but for now it's up in the air. This fanfiction on the other hand is actually almost completely finished being written. I want to post this chapter to test the waters to see if anyone likes it at all. If they do I will continue posting what I have already written, and while doing that I will finish writing it. I will post the chapters once a week after I feel that this story is actually good. It would be nice if you all told me how you feel about me finishing this fic in a review.

Warnings: well as it is so far, there is an OC which is a new thing for me. He is with Harry in the beginning, but he dies. It is needed for the story, and Harry will eventually end up with Tony. So, if you do not like yaoi or OCs, then turn back now. Don't say I didn't warn you. This fic is rated M and therefore turn back if you are underage.

Disclaimer: If only I owned NCIS and HP, but sadly I do not own them.

Anyway, Read and Enjoy y'all!

PROLOGUE

December 23, 2009 – 4:00 pm

Harry stood in the doorway of his new apartment in Washington, D.C. The empty rooms and glaringly plain white walls were harsh in the bright morning light. He sighed softly, stepping into the apartment to take a better look around the place he would now be living. As he moved from room to room, the lack of a magical hum made him smile; the first smile that had graced his face sense before the war.

The twelve years sense the Final Battle had been Hell on Earth for Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived. Ever sense that day on the grounds of his beloved school Hogwarts, Harry had been battling reporters and himself. He had dated Ginny for a while after the war, and had even been engaged for a time, but it hadn't lasted long. Harry had begun to realize that he was only with Ginny because it was expected of him, and that he wasn't as straight as he had once believed. Ginny had had the good grace to quietly dump him, but the newspapers had had a field day with the news.

After tying up loose ends in the Wizarding World, and making sure no one could track him, Harry had disappeared from Britain. He wanted a new start, somewhere far away from his past and anyone who knew him. That was how he found himself in an apartment in Washington, D.C.

A knocking sound woke Harry from his musing, and he turned to see a tall man with a buzz cut leaning against his door frame. He had a kind smile on his face and, although he had the looks and build of someone who was undoubtedly in the armed forces, he was in casual clothing that had Harry staring appreciatively.

The man stepped forward out of the doorway and extended his hand in greeting. As Harry shook it the guy introduced himself, "I couldn't help but notice that someone new was moving in down the hall and came to welcome you. I'm John Williamson, and you?"

Harry was immediately hooked by this man's charm, and said shakily, "Harry Potter, very nice to meet you."

The man smirked, saying, "Mmm, no the pleasure is all mine."

Harry felt his face burn up in a dark blush.

"Need any help unpacking or anything?" John asked, stepping a little closer to Harry.

"Ah! No that's okay thank you, but I was just going to sleep on a cot tonight and use all day tomorrow to unpack," Harry said nervously.

"Awww, a cute man like you shouldn't be sleeping on a cold floor tonight. How about you have dinner with me and then spend the night at my place?" John suggested, hand resting slightly on the stack of boxes next to him.

Harry's mind was racing. He'd just met this man and he was already being propositioned. He hadn't been with anyone sense Ginny, and now he found his heart pounding in his chest just at the thought of being with this man before him. His whole reason for coming to America was to have a chance to live his life the way he wanted, without the press going wild, or everyone else telling him what he should or shouldn't do. This is the reason that made him accept the hand of the first man that he met in his new home, a man he would come to love rather quickly for his charm and his loving nature.

July 31, 2010 – 3:28 pm

Seven months, that's how long he had been living in America. The quiet life he had come to America for wasn't working out quite like he had planned. Ever sense he moved in and met John his life in Washington, D.C. had been a whirlwind, but he was extremely happy to say the least. John had treated him so well that first night, and Harry had fallen for him quickly. He had been seduced and he knew and embraced that fact.

While Harry spent his days cooking at the little diner he started, John spent his days on the naval base training new recruits. The fact that they had to keep their relationship a secret had upset Harry at first, but he understood that America's Don't Ask Don't Tell policy in the armed forces caused John to have to be discreet about his sexuality.

Today John had had the day off, and had told Harry to stay out until dinner. Harry figured that John was planning something for his birthday. It was the first birthday that he was truly looking forward too. He had hoped to spend all that day with John, but he had insisted.

Harry knocked on his own apartment door, calling in to his boyfriend, "John, is it okay for me to come in now?" When no answer came Harry's eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. He knocked again and said, "John seriously I'm coming in whether you're done or not." He rolled his eyes and stepped into his apartment.

His eyes widened and he dropped the bad he was carrying when he took in the site in front of him. His breath caught in his throat as his eyes landed on John, lying on the couch in front of him. John's eyes were open, glazed and looking straight through Harry. John's body was sprawled across the couch with his feet resting on the couch as if he had just been waiting for Harry to walk through the door, but he was unnaturally still.

Harry shakily stepped closer to the couch and felt for a pulse. A pain-filled sob escaped him as his hand quickly retracted from the cold skin. No pulse. Harry's knees gave out and he reached into his pocket for his cell-phone. His fingers were shaking so badly that he could barely punch the three numbers that were needed.

A/N: well then, there is the prologue. Please, let me know if you would like me to continue this or not in a review, k? Hope you enjoyed, NEJILOVESYAOI