This is my time writing anything HP or NCIS. I hope you enjoy and I would love reviews and comments.

Chapter 1

Abby Scuito, NCIS forensic specialist, was excited. Really excited. Maybe "excited" was an understatement. She was as hyper as if she had already had several Caf-Pows, and she hadn't even had one. She hadn't even made it to work yet. She was driving her black hearse with her heavy metal rock music turned way up.

The reason she was so excited was that her parents were finally letting her little sister come up to D.C. to stay with Abby for two weeks in the summer. Jo's flight was coming in around two in the afternoon the next day. She parked, went in the NCIS building (flashing the guard her I.D. as she went in), and went straight to the bullpin to talk to Gibbs.

Tony, Ziva, and McGee were at their desks engrossed in their various assigned tasks, or rather, Ziva and McGee were trying to be while Tony was slyly throwing wads of paper at McGee. Finally, McGee had had enough.

"Will you cut that out?" he asked, exasperated.

Tony gave him the innocent look. "Who me?"

"Yes, you!"

"Couldn't be!"

Timothy rolled his eyes. "Then who was it? I know it wasn't Ziva."

Tony turned in his chair to face him. "How do you know that?" he asked in mock seriousness. "You know she has ninja reflexes." McGee opened his mouth to answer, but a smack up side the back of Tony's head beat him to it.

"He knows because she doesn't terrorize him like you do." said Gibbs matter-of-factly. He had his usual cup of coffee and no-nonsense attitude with him. He was just sitting down at his desk when Abby came practically bouncing out of the elevator.

"Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs! Guess what, guess what?" Abby almost shouted out in her apparent excitement.

"You've had a dozen Caf-Pows already?" Tony guessed. This earned him a piercing look from Gibbs. "Shutting up, Boss."

"No!" Abby laughed. "Good guess though. I do probably seem like I did. I'm just sooo excited…." She gushed until Gibbs raised a hand to silence her.

"What is it, Abs?" he asked.

"My sister Jo is coming to D.C.! Can you believe it? I'm so happy and excited…" she replied.

"Jo? You mean your adopted sister, Jo?" asked Tony.

"Your sister's name is Jo? I thought that was a boy's name." said Ziva.

Abby giggle again. "Yes, Tony, how many sisters do I have? And her real name is Josephine, and she likes it, but I don't, so I call her Josie or Jo."

"And you're telling us this now because….?" asked Gibbs

"Well, A: I wanted to forewarn you because I want to bring her to work with me so she can see what I do and meet you guys, and B: her plane is supposed to land at the National Airport at 2:15 tomorrow afternoon. I'll have to go pick her up from the airport and let her drop her stuff at my apartment before coming back here." answered the happy Goth.

"Alright, let me know when you leave to go to get her." said Gibbs. Just then, the phone on his desk rang. He picked it up, and listened for a minute. He said "We're on our way." and hung it up. Turning to his team, he said "Gear up. We've got a dead Marine leutinent."

"From home to work you go!" Abby giggled as she waved good-bye.

Chapter 2

Lily Josephine Scuito , who went by Josephine, was really excited, and a little nervous. She was going on a plane for the first time in her life and she was going on it alone. Luckily, her sister Abby was going to be there to pick her up from the terminal. She was in the middle of packing, but couldn't decide what to bring. She knew her suitcase could only weigh so much, not that she was going to have a problem with that. Josephine was an expert at packing light, but still having the maximum number of outfits. Her secret: packing only a few different skirts (she always wore skirts, and no minis like Abby. For her, the longer the better) like black, and denim that would go with all of her tops and accessories. Her problem was which tops to bring? Finally she decided, pretty much putting her and her sister's faves in the suitcase along with her shoes, make-up bag and jewelry case. After packing her toiletries and such and a few extra books, she zipped up her big red suitcase and set it in the corner of her black, pink, and white room.

Jo could hardly wait to see her sister Abby again. It had been a long time since she flew in last Christmas. She missed Abby's super hyperness and her unfailingly cheerful attitude.

Suddenly, "Lily-Jo!" came flowing up the stair to her room. Her mom was calling; only Mom called her that.

"Yes, ma'am?" she answered as she came down stairs.

"Have you packed yet?"

"Just finished." Jo replied happily.

All the way across the Atlantic in England, Harry Potter had only been back at his "home" in number four, Privet Drive for two days when his Uncle Vernon Dursley had rather rudely called him downstairs. Harry obediently came down from his room, not wanting to get in trouble this soon after coming back from Hogwarts. His uncle, aunt, and cousin were in the living room waiting for him. Uncle Vernon cleared his throat.

"Grunnings has decided to send me as a representative to a company in America. The company is closing and Grunnings wants to buy it and open an American branch." He began importantly. He was very proud of his job. "Now," he continued "unfortunately, Mrs. Figg can't take you for the two weeks we'll be gone…."

"You mean I'm going with you?" Harry asked, hardly daring to hope.

"Yes." his uncle replied with a face that said the word left a bad taste in his mouth. "You will be coming with us. However," he said dangerously. "if any of your…freakishness comes out during this trip, you're going to wish that you'd never been born. Got it?" Harry nodded. "There's you a suitcase." Vernon pointed to a small battered suitcase near the stairs that Harry had missed before. "You probably should start gettting packed. We're leaving tomorrow. Our flight leaves at noon."

Harry grabbed the old suitcase and dashed up the stairs. It was all he could do to not let out a whoop of excitement. He was going to the U.S.A.! Suddenly, all his elation left him like air leaves a punctured balloon. How could he forget? The blood protection that surrounded the house! If he left, he would not have the protection his mother gave him. That was the reason Harry had come back to the Dursley's at all. Dumbledore wanted him to take advantage the protection for as long as possible. Making a quick decision, Harry sat at his desk, took out a piece of parchment, his ink and quill and wrote a letter to Pro. McGonagall, asking her advice. He sealed the letter and gave to his snowy owl, Hedwig, and sent her out into the early afternoon. Then, he turned to his suitcase and meager belongings. He had plenty of wizarding things, but little that would be appropriate to wear in the presence of muggles. All he had were a few of Dudley's old things that were too small for him and too big for Harry.

In a few minutes, Harry had chosen some of the less worn looking of his muggle clothes. Then, he looked at what wizarding things he would take. First, he packed his Sneakoscope in its protective wrapper of a pair of mustard yellow socks. Then he picked out some of favorite books: A History of Hogwarts, Quidditch Through the Ages, and the photo album of his parents that Hagrid gave him at the end of his first year. In his backpack that he would be taking on the plane with him he put his Invisibility Cloak (Dumbledore had told him to keep it with him always) and few old comic books Dudley let him have. He would put his wand in there when they actually left. That finished his packing.

Several hours later, Hedwig came back with a message from Pro. Dumbledore:

Dear Mr. Potter,

The Order has arranged for two of us to follow you to America where trusted friends will take over. They will tail you wherever you go, but will remain inconspicuous. Please don't approach them; everyone knows that you have no friends in the States. Oh, Mr. Potter, try to stay out of trouble, won't you?

Sincerely yours,

Pro. Albus Dumbledore.

P.S. I explain everything to your godfather, but I am quite sure Sirius won't be happy about this little excursion.

That taken care of, Harry quickly wrote a letter to Ron explaining what was going on, telling him to write Hermione about it, and asking him to take care of Hedwig for him as he could not take her on the plane. Inclosing some money for her food, he gave her the letter and told her to stay at Ron's when she got there. Understanding, she hooted, gave him an affectionate nip on the hand, and flew off into the sunset.

Chapter 3

About ten the next morning , Harry was ordered to pack the luggage into the trunk of the SUV. Their flight left at noon, but they had to be there early because they were flying over seas. They entered the airport with luggage, boarding passes, and passports in hand. Harry was glad they had left early, the line for processing was long. Eventually, they were checked though security, checked in for their flight, and their suitcases were checked in at baggage. Thankfully, none of Harry's bags were thoroughly checked. Harry kept looking out of the corner of his eye for his bodyguards. It all seemed to take forever to Harry, who was excited and nervous at the same time. If the Death Eaters found out what he was doing it would be an excellent time to try take him. However, Harry knew that two members of the Order of the Phoenix were around somewhere and since he knew just about everyone in the Order, he felt confident in the abilities of his anonymous bodyguards. He suspected that one of them was Tonks, as she was a Metamorphmagus and could change her appearance at will. She had passed Concealment and Disguises in Auror training without even studying.

Finally, they were able to board the plane. It was huge, with three seats on either side of the aisle. Uncle Vernon had passed out their tickets, and, of course, Harry was the one stuck sitting with absolute strangers. Lucky for Harry, they were business men in suits that had no interest in a fourteen, almost fifteen year old boy. The down side was that the flight across the Atlantic was eight hours long. Now, they did have a connecting flight that went directly to D.C. Grunnings found that it was going to be cheaper if they flew the Dursleys to somewhere in Virginia, (Harry could not remember the name of the city) then fly them to Washington from there, than a direct flight.

Harry entertained himself with reading the comicbooks, watching the clouds go by, and napping.

"I really prefer magical transportation. Even the Knight Bus was better than this. At least it was interesting." thought Harry as he disembarked. At least they had an hour before their next flight. Harry was already feeling the effects of jetlag. Wearily, the Dursleys and Harry trooped off the plane and went to the baggage claim to get their luggage. Harry was lucky here again; his suitcase and backpack came through customs' security with no problem.

Now that they had their baggage, they had to find the terminal for their next flight. It was at the other end of the airport, naturally. They all practically ran down the airport, Uncle Veron and Dudley huffing rather loudly. Once there, Uncle Vernon was able to get his pounds exchanged for dollars, and got them all lunch at a café.

As he are the small hamburger his uncle bought him, Harry let his eyes wander abour his surroundings. It was his first glimpse of America, and his first real glimpse of Americans. He had seen a few tourist in London, but this was different. This was their home soil. Over all, however he could not see that they were all that different, except for their speech. He caught several unusual phrases that sounded even more unusual in the American accent as he let his hearing tune in to conversations around him.

At quarter to one, they gathered up their bags and went to the terminal to begin the boarding process. This time it went a little quicker since they were not going to another country. However, it still took a while because they were flying into the capitol city. While in line, Harry looked around at the other flyers some more. He thought he saw a flash of dark red hair in the line behind him. First, he thought of the Weasleys, but the hair was too dark for one of them. Then, Harry thought of his mother. She had had hair that color. He stood on tip-toes tosee over the crowd, but he could not catch a glimpse of anything red. The Dursleys and Harry dropped their suitcases off at baggage and went through the terminal, rode a trolley out to the runway, and climbed onto the plane. This plane was much smaller with only two seat on either side of the aisle. Once again, because of the way seating arrangements fell, Harry was going to have to sit with a stranger again.

Harry stowed his backpack in the overhead compartment after he took out a few of the comicbooks, and sat down, buckled his seatbelt, and started reading one of the comics Whoever he was to sit with squeezed past him to the window seat. Harry didn't look up until he heard something kind of heavy drop and a voice beside him gasp as the falling object landed on its foot.

"Ow! Oh,…fiddlesticks!" Harry heard a feminine American voice whisper. Harry's head shot up at the strange word.

"Fiddlesticks?" Harry thought. When he raised his head he could see that it was a girl, in fact, she looked about his age. She was having trouble getting her carry-on tote into the overhead compartment because she was rather on the short side.

Harry immediately stood up and offered to help. The girl turned towards him, and Harry's eyes met a vivid green pair almost exactly like his own. They stared at each other for a moment, then the girl awkwardly apologized for staring and sat down while Harry put her bag in the compartment for her. Harry stole a glance down at her as he stowed her bag away. He almost gasped. She had dark red wavy hair.

Chapter 4

Today was the day. Jo was going to D.C.! Jo had chosen to wear one of her sister Abby's favorite outfits: her dark emerald green dress, black leggings and black and silver flats. She was wearing tiny silver cross post earrings that matched her rather Gothic-looking silver and marcasite cross that hung on a choker length black velvet ribbon. For ease, she had tossed her shoulder length red hair into a ponytail.

Jo's flight left a little after one. Her parents helped her check in for the flight, and check in her red suitcase. It had a rather Gothic-looking bracelet attached to the handle for identification. The bracelet was black faux leather, was about one and a half inches wide, and had snap closures. Two rows of silver brads were on it. Her parents walked her to the boarding line where they said their good-byes.

"Do you have everything?" Mr. Scuito asked as he hugged her.

"Yes, Dad." Jo answered.

"You sure, Lily-Jo?" asked Mrs. Scuito. "Even your…." She mouthed the last word.

"Yes, Mom, I have it." Jo laughed. She knew what her mother was talking about: her wand. You see, Lily Josephine Scuito, the adopted daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Scuito, was secretly a witch. Only her magical friends, (a witch and wizard named Mary-Kate and Dustin) her parents, and her sister knew. Of course, they also knew not to say anything in public.

Jo gave her parents one last hug good-bye and stepped into line behind two tall, burly gentlemen who could have easily been football players.

Josephine was excited. She was going on her first flight ever, and her big sister was at the end of it. She could hardly wait to see Abby again; she also couldn't wait to meet her co-workers: Special Agent Jethro Gibbs, who she knew Abby reguarded as a second father; "Very" Special Agent Tony DiNozzo, the senior field agent for Gibbs's team and team joker; Agent Timothy McGee, the team computer whiz (beside Abby herself); Probationary Agent Ziva David, ex-Mossad operative and the newest member of the team; and Dr. Mallard (a.k.a Ducky) the M.E. and his assistant Mr. Jimmy Palmer. Abby had told Jo so much about them that she felt like she almost knew them.

It seemed to take forever to board to Jo, such was her excitement. When she did board, she quickly found her seat, which happed to be next to a boy who was reading a comicbook and was rather nice looking in spite of the fact that he wore round glasses.

"Abby is going to tease me unmercifully about this." She thought. He didn't look up as she squeezed into the row and tried to put her carry-on into the compartment overhead. The trouble was that Jo was rather short, at five foot three inches, and the compartment was just barely within her reach. She thought she had got the tote in, but as soon as she let go to close the compartment, her bag fell out and landed on her foot. It hurt a lot since she had packed several paperbacks, and word search book, and sketch pad and pencils, and her MP3 player in it.

With a low exclamation of "Fiddlesticks!", (one of her favorite words.) she bent down to pick her bag up and try to get it in the compartment. As she straightened up, she heard a British voice behind her ask to help. When she turned around to face that raven-haired boy behind her, she met a pair of green eyes uncannily like her own. For a moment she couldn't help but stare, then, realizing what she was doing, she wrenched her eyes away and apologized as she sat down to let him put her bag up for her.

Once finished, he sat back down, rebuckled his seat belt, and started reading his comic book again. Jo picked up her own book and started reading after she buckled her own seat belt. Her book was called Magical Sites of Great Britain and Ireland. However, she had charmed it so that to muggles it read Historic Sites of Great Britain and Ireland. Right now she was in the middle of a chapter on Great Britain's famous school of witchcraft and wizardry, Hogwarts.

Harry sneaked a glance at the girl beside him. She was reading what appeared to be a large tourist guide book titled Magical Sites of Great Britain and Ireland. He could see a picture of Hogwarts on the cover. Wait a minute, "Magical Sites"? Was she a witch? Harry had to find out.

"Interesting book you've got there." He mentioned casually. "Magical Sites of Great Britain and Ireland. Is it good?" he asked.

She smile over the top of the book. "Oh, yes! It's been fascinating! I…wait a minute. Did you say 'Magical Sites'?" she gasped.

"Well, yes." Harry answered. "That is the title isn't it?"

"You're a….wizard?" she whispered softly. "I charmed it so that to non-magic people it would say 'Historic Sites'."

"Yes, I'm a wizard." Harry smiled. "I take it you're a witch."

"Yes. I'm Josephine Scuito, but you can call me Josie or Jo." Josephine offered her hand.

"Harry Potter." Harry said as he shook it. Josephine grew very still.

"I'm sure you get this a lot, but are you, you know, the Harry Potter?" she asked tentatively.

"Yeah." He answered.

She was silent for a minute. "Sorry about your parents." She murmured. "I've lost mine too; I'm adopted."

Harry look at her in amazement. She was the first person from the wizarding world who had not treated him like he as some kind of celebrity. "Thanks." He said quietly.

Silence prevailed for a few minutes. Suddenly, Josie, as he decided to call her, shook her head and giggled.

"What?" he asked.

"I just can't believe how much our eyes are alike. Their color and shape are the same. We almost look like we could be family." She laughed. "Which is kind of scary actually, considering your British and I'm American, and that we've never met before."

Harry nodded. It was rather spooky to look over and see his own eyes in a girl's face. He was starting to notice something else. The longer he looked at Josie, the more she looked like his mother, Lily. The resemblance was uncanny. Suddenly, she noticed his study of her.

Blushing, she asked "What?"

"Nothing." Harry answered, mentally kicking himself for staring. "It's just you look an awful lot like my mum."

"Really?" she asked, one eye brow raised.

"Yeah. I'd show you a picture, but my photo album is in my suitcase." said Harry.

"I take your word for it." she smiled teasingly. Harry and Josie chatted for the rest of the flight, finding that they shared some favorite things. Josie loved to fly on her broom, and was the Seeker on her local Quidditch team, the Patriots. She also loved books and learning new magic. When Harry told her that he could perform a Patromus Charm, she was awed. However, she was quite gifted in Potions, Herbology, and Charms, while Harry was better with Defence Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration. Josie also had a fascination with History of Magic and Ancient Runes. There was one muggle thing she adored; figure skating. She was quite good at it too, as Harry discovered when she showed him a video of her last recital on her MP3. Harry amazed as he watched it. She made it look so easy and she seemed so confident and graceful.

Then, they talked about Quidditch for the rest of the flight. Josie listened with rapt attention to his recounts of his best games. All too soon the plane landed and they had to say good-bye.

They couldn't help but smile. In the hour flight, they had become good friends. They knew that the one would not forget the other. Shyly Harry asked. "May I, you know…." He trailed off uncertainly.

"Of course!" Josie gave him a quick hug. Harry disembarked with the Dursleys but hung back far enough so that he could walk with Josie. As the entered the airport, Harry heard a squeal and something tall, black and white flew over and attacked Josie.

A minute later, Harry realized it was a woman in very Gothic apparal. She had raven black pigtails, and was wearing platform boots, a red plaid mini skirt, and black tee with a scull and cross bones on it, and dark red lipstick.

"Harry, this is my sister, Abby." Josie introduced.

"Hi." He said shaking her hand.

"Oh, Harry is it?" she winked at him.

"Abby!" Josie moaned. Clearly she didn't like the teasing tone in her sister's voice. Harry wasn't sure he liked what she was saying with that tone either. Then, he realized that the Dursleys were no where in sight.

"I've got to go." He said hurriedly. "Maybe we'll see each other again someday." He said hopefully.

"Yeah, maybe we will." answered Josie. "Bye, Harry."

"Bye, Josie."

"Oh, just hug him, already!" Abby burst out. Harry and Josie laughed and hugged each other. Harry hurried off down the airport, waving one last time.

"Aww, he called you 'Josie'." Abby cooed. She loved teasing her little sister about boys now that she was old enough to start liking them.

"Abby, stop it! We are friends." Jo sighed. She was right; Abby was never going to let her forget this.

"Ok." laughed Abby as she led Jo out of the airport. "First we're going to drop your suitcase off at my apartment, then we're going to NCIS headquarters." She told Jo.

"NCIS? Really?" Jo asked excitedly.

"Yep, everyone's all excited to meet you." answered Abby.

"I'm excited to meet them!" Jo said.

Chapter 5

Gibbs's team was working away busily while their boss went out to grab hamburgers for a late lunch. It was a nearly two and Tony was getting bored with working. Slyly, he slipped a piece of copy paper off his desktop and quietly crumpled it up. He was just aiming towards his unsuspecting partner, McGee, when Ziva suddenly spoke.

"Don't even dare, Tony." That got McGee's attention and he looked up. Then he saw the paper wad aimed at his desk. He rolled his eyes.

"Ziva! You messed up my missile launch!" complained Tony.

"Thank you, Ziva." said McGee.

"Your very welcome, McGee." She answered with a smile. Tony did something very childish and stuck out his tongue at her. However, Ziva merely chuckled and went back to her paperwork. Tony was just raising his arm to throw his "missile" again when the elevator dinged open and Gibbs stepped out.

Without even looking up he said "Put it away, DiNozzo."

Tony quickly snatched his arm out of "launch mode". "Putting the 'missile' away, Boss." McGee rolled his eyes again as Gibbs started passing out hamburgers. Just then, the elevator opened again and expelled an extremely hyper-active Abby and a fourteen or fifteen year old girl with dark red hair, who had a slightly Gothic look too.

"Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs! There's someone I want you to meet!" she cried happily as she dragged the red-head to the bullpin.

Gibbs slowed her down with his hands. "Calm down, Abs. I take it that this is your sister." He gave the red-head a wry smile.

"Presenting my sister, Lily Josephine Scuito!" Abby announced proudly.

The girl rolled her green eyes. "I go by Jo or Josie. Pleasure to meet you, Agent Gibbs." She said shyly.

Tony instantly got up and came over to introduce himself. "Welcome to NCIS, Miss Scuito. I'm…"

"Let me guess; "Very" Special Agent Tony DiNozzo." Jo laughed. Tony looked confused. "Abby's told me all about all of you." She turned to greet McGee. "You're Agent Timothy McGee, and you're Agent Ziva David." She shook Ziva's hand.

"Actually, she's Probationary Agent Ziva David." Tony corrected.

"I know that, but I didn't think she needed another reminder of that with you around." Josephine answered. Tony looked stumped for a witty comeback, and Ziva and McGee laughed.

"I think you're going to have some competition, DiNozzo." grinned Gibbs. It took a lot to get Tony stumped.

"Come on, Jo!" said Abby. "You have to come down and meet Ducky!"

"I'll come down with you; I need to talk to Ducky." said Gibbs. With that, Jo waved good-bye as Abby pulled her to the elevator.

"Well, Jo seems nice." said Ziva.

"Yeah she did." Said McGee. "Not nearly as hyper or Goth as Abby, though."

"Did you ever think that that might be a good thing?" asked Tony. He was still clearly upset at how their first encounter ended. "Two Abbys? I not sure the world could handle that." He said in mock thoughtfulness. "I'm not sure the Calf-Pow industry could handle that." He added.

McGee and Ziva just shook their heads and chuckled. Having Jo around to harass Tony was going to be very interesting.

Down in Autopsy, Dr. Mallard, nicknamed Ducky, was just about to wash up after completing an autopsy on their latest victim. Finger prints had been lifted off some of the evidence, which Abby had identified. The murderer had been brought in by Gibbs and his team earlier and, having been interrogated, was awaiting his trial.

Suddenly, the door opened to reveal Gibbs, Abby, and a young girl Ducky had never met.

"Jetho, Abigail, what may I do for you?" he asked. "And who may I ask is our young guest here?" he smiled warmly at the rather pretty red-head.

"Ducky, this is my sister, Jo." Abby said smiling.

Ducky took off his soiled glove and gently shook Jo's hand. "A pleasure, my dear. I assume 'Jo" is short for Josephine?"

"Yes, sir. I'm pleased to meet you Dr. Mallard." She replied.

"Call me Ducky, dear, everyone does." Ducky said good-naturedly.

"Well, I'm going to show Jo my lab. You two can discuss your grossanatomy." Abby steered Jo back to the elevator, leaving Jo to once again wave good-bye over her shoulder.