Author Note : This is a crossover with my favorite TV show, NCIS. In one of my reviews some implied that I stole this story from another site from some one. This is my story. I am that other author on the other site too.

Disclaimer : I do not own Harry Potter or NCIS characters or things. I do not make any money from this.

I got rid of all the bold print from all the chapters and made some changes. It was long overdue and I'm sorry about the print.

Chapter Two: Disappearing Act

It was well into the month of July since Harry noticed the Muggle telephone service van outside the house. No doubt Aurors were staking the place out. To keep an eye on them, he put Kreacher up in the attic. It gave the house elf a perfect view of the van, without drawing suspicion. Of course, with all the windows blocked by window shades and blinds, the Aurors really didn't have anything to go on. They were totally blocked of any sight into the house. The outside was blocked too, at least the backyard was. With the high wooden fence on either side of the house, there was no way for them to see the moving van that had come up along the back alley a couple days ago. Muggle movers actually came, and moved every piece of furniture, minus the stuff Harry had locked away in the attic, into the van. Harry gave them a nice tip before sending them on their way. The furniture and other things loaded into the van were on their way to the house Harry had bought with the help of a Muggle real estate agent, Dan Carlson. He was really helpful, and Harry found the perfect house for him. It was all ready for him to move in.

Plan 'B' was going as smooth as can be. Dobby was the only one that anybody really saw outside of the house. He was seen at Gringotts talking to the goblins in charge of the Potter estate. When Ministry officials tried to have the account blocked, they were met with a painful shock set up by the goblins. The goblins in question were asked about what Mr. Potter was doing with his money, but they got a stoned cold reply of 'None of your business.' from the goblins. News of Harry's self imprisonment reached Rita Skeeter's ears, and she decided to do a little digging herself. She got interviews with the Malfoys, Dumbledore and Ron Weasley. She wrote an article that really put the ones from fourth year to shame. When Harry got the Daily Prophet that morning it came out, he nearly spit out his morning tea.

HARRY POTTER REFUSES MAGICAL CREATURE AS MATE

FORCED TO LOCK SELF IN HOME

by : Rita Skeeter

Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived to Defeat You Know Who, has locked himself in his home with no access to the outside world. According to my sources, Mr. Potter was claimed as a mate by Draco Malfoy, the son of prominent figure, Lucius Malfoy. It turned out that Draco was a magical creature, at least two times. Mr. Malfoy is believed to be half Veela and half Vampire. A powerful combination of magical creatures, especially if one was a wizard. It turned out that Mr. Potter had refused him when he first attempted to claim him, and that Draco was physically assaulted by Mr. Potter. When I asked him about the feud that started their first year, Draco just chuckled and replied, quote "I was hoping that silly feud would've ended when I told Harry how much I loved him. He never gave me the chance to say it." End quote. When I asked him if that was the only time Mr. Potter had assaulted him, Draco hung his head, and shook it. Mr. Potter had apparently threatened to remove a vital organ that Draco would've needed to reproduce, "With Harry," he had added. Mr. Potter had also threatened to leave the wizarding world before he had defeated You Know Who, if anyone had told him that he was supposed to approve of this match. I had inquired about Mr. Potter's preference in sexuality, and Draco had

replied, "He said that he was straight, and he'll never be gay. That he'd rather die than play housewife to me." I had asked Malfoy Sr. what lengths were being taken to change Mr. Potter's mind. The elder Malfoy just shrugged, and gave no reply. It appears that there was a rumor going around that Mr. Potter was in love with a woman. The identity of the other woman has yet to be determined, but this reporter has her money placed on Ms. Ginny Weasley, who is currently dating Neville Longbottom. I asked Professor Dumbledore about the situation. The headmaster gave no comment, and went up to his office. Ron Weasley, former best friend of Mr. Potter's, gave this statement, "I don't want him any where near my sister. Any one who refuses a magical creature as a mate is no friend of mine."

Harry couldn't take it anymore. He crumbled up the paper, and tosses it aside. Now he couldn't wait to get out of here. The whole of the wizarding world was now against him. He just hoped that everything would hold out for another day. Tomorrow was July 30th, and it was the day Plan "B" was going into affect. He had all the necessary papers to travel, and to transition into Muggle life, courtesy of his banker. He sent Kreacher to work at Hogwarts, and left the important things for Dobby. He had gone to bed, which was on the carpet floor in the living in a sleeping bag, and asked Dobby to wake him up early.

It was 4:30 in morning when Dobby woke him up. Harry packed the sleeping bag away into a trunk with Dobby's help, and gotten dressed. He had Hedwig deliver letters all morning so that those who received them would have them for their morning mail. When she came back after delivering the last letter, he filled her food and water dish, and placed her in her cage in the kitchen. He left the door open to the cage, and gave her a final stroke of her feathers. He was going to miss her, but if he wanted to cut off all his ties to magic, he was going to have to leave her behind. He had sent his books and other magic things with the furniture, but he had plans to keep it locked up. His papers from the goblins had arrived that morning while Hedwig was out delivering letters. He had assurances that he will never be found. It was eight o'clock when he said goodbye to Dobby, and got his bags, two suitcases and a shoulder bag, before heading out the back door. A limo waited in the alley way, and the driver tipped his hat to Harry. "Good morning, Mr. Potter," he said.

"Good morning," Harry said back. The driver took the suitcases from Harry, and put them in the trunk as Harry climbed into the back of the limo. The driver climbed into the front, and started the engine.

"Should arrive at the airport in fifteen, sir," he said looking in the mirror.

"Thank you." The limo pulled out of the alley way, and drove down the street right passed the surveillance van with the two Aurors inside. Harry was quiet throughout the ride, glancing at his ticket every now and then. He had decided to go to Washington, D.C., the capital of the United States. He was set to attend Georgetown University with majors in Criminology and Law Enforcement. He had wanted to become an Auror to begin with, so why not just become a Muggle cop and help Muggles. He was raised as a Muggle, so it would only fit that he convert to life as one. The limo arrived at Heathrow Airport within fifteen minutes. The driver helped Harry lugged his suitcases onto a cart, and bid him farewell, with a 'good luck'. Harry was left outside of the airport, and he pushed the cart into the check in lobby. He got up to the desk, and the girl gave him a smile.

"Good morning," she said, "Welcome to British Airways."

"Morning," he said handing her his ticket and travel papers.

"Are you flying one way?" she asked.

"Yes," he said, and she nodded her head confirming it on the ticket. She checked his passport and student visa. She asked for ID, and he handed her his student ID for Georgetown University.

"Any bags to check, Mr. Potter?" she asked.

"Just these two," he said gesturing to the suitcases on the cart. She had them checked onto the flight, and had them headed on the belt in a flash. She typed some more on her computer, and handed him all of his stuff back.

"You're at gate 11. They'll start boarding 30 minutes within take off," she said, "Have a nice flight, and good luck with your studies."

"Thank you," he said. He headed up to the line that was at the metal detectors. He got through with no problem, and headed for his gate. It was the first flight out of that gate, so he was able to sit down at a bench. He pulled his bag onto his lap, and opened it. He reached for his book that he had been reading, but pulled out his family album instead. He looked around to make sure no one was looking before opening it. The first page revealed him with Ron and Hermione in first year. They stood there giggling like the first years they were. The next page was him as a baby with his parents, James and Lily. There were other pictures, some he added himself. The picture of his parents dancing in the leaves, their wedding and there was one of just him and Hermione. It was similar to the one of his parents, but it was more platonic than romantic. He glanced at his watch to see he had another hour yet until boarding, so he put the album away, and got the book he was going to read in the first place. He got so wrapped up in his book, he almost didn't hear the announcement for first class passengers to board. He put his book away, and boarded the plane. It was at that time that everyone was getting their morning mail, either from owls, elves or themselves.

July 30, 1998

Hermione was the first to get her morning mail at her Muggle home. Seeing Harry's handwriting on the envelope made her gasp, and she practically ripped open the letter. It looked so informal, like it was only one of many letters addressed.

To Whom It May Concern,

It was of recent events ( and a certain article in the Daily Prophet) that I decided to make up my final decision with this whole thing. I call it Plan "B", and you are invited to No. 12 Grimmauld Place on July 31, 1998 for my birthday. Be on the porch at exactly 10 am, not later than that. The wards will go down, and Dobby will give you entry to the house. He will explain everything in the foyer.

Sincerely,

Harry Potter

Hermione didn't like the sound of this letter, period. Something was wrong. On the other hand, the Malfoys seemed to be pleased with this letter, especially Draco. He was sure of it that Harry had finally come to a positive decision about this whole thing, and he ran upstairs to pick something out to wear. Once Draco was out of ear range, Narcissa and Lucius had a talk. "Well, looks like the Potter boy has finally made the right decision," Narcissa said.

"Looks that way," Lucius said, "And all that boy's money will be ours. We will have our status back again." Narcissa chuckled. "We'll let Draco have his fun with Potter for awhile, but then we'll have to get rid of him."

"It'll have to look like an accident," she said, "I've heard that Potter has some food allergies."

"We can place the blame on the house elf who serves the food that day." By the time Draco came back down with his best outfit on, their talk was over, and Narcissa went about to help her son with his wardrobe. Unfortunately for them, their evil plans were never going to be able to take off, because that was exactly what Harry was doing at the moment.

The British Airways plane took off on time, and Harry settled into his seat, and dozed off.

The plane arrived at Baltimore Washington International Airport several hours later, and Harry set his watch to the correct time. He smiled to himself as the plane began it's descent. His first class seat was one of the first to depart the plane, and he made his way to customs. He thought it would take forever to get through, but soon enough he got to baggage claim, and found his two suitcases. He pulled them off the belt, and being thankful they had wheels, pulled them along outside. He stood to the side so he wouldn't be in the way, and sat on his bigger suitcase of the two. He pulled out his real estate folder, and found a picture of Mr. Carlson. He looked at his watch, and saw it was close to the time he was going to meet him face to face. "Mr. Potter?" Harry turned at the sound of him name, and saw Mr. Carlson coming up to him, hand extended.

"Yes?"

"Welcome to the United States," Carlson said. Harry took his hand, and shook it.

"Thank you," Harry said.

"I'm Dan Carlson from Century Twenty One Real Estate."

"Hello," he said.

"I got a town car waiting in the parking lot," Carlson said, "Let me help you with your bags."

"Oh, thank you." Carlson grabbed the heavier of the two, and let Harry take the one with wheels. Harry followed Carlson to the parking lot of the airport. They came up to a black sedan, and they loaded the bags into the trunk, and climbed into the car. Carlson turned onto the highway toward Washington, and started conversation.

"That furniture of yours arrived a few weeks ago," he said, "Got it all sorted in the rooms, and if there's anything out of place or you want something moved, give me a call."

"Sure," Harry said.

"So, you're going to Georgetown?" Carlson asked.

"Yeah," Harry said, "I'm going to study Criminology and Law Enforcement."

"Going to be a Metro cop?" Carlson asked.

"I'm not sure," he said, "I heard that the United States needs some help in the federal government areas." Carlson chuckled.

"You know, I don't get many clients who are under twenty one," Carlson said, "Your parents are okay with you going to school out of the country?"

"My parents would've wanted me to do what I've always wanted to do."

"Would've?"

"They're dead," Harry said causing Carlson to wince. "They were murdered."

"I'm sorry, I didn't ..."

"It's okay," Harry said looking out the window, "I know I'll be telling this story a lot to everybody I come in contact with. They were killed by someone who was an evil man. I don't really remember anything cause I was one when it happened. The only thing I can remember is my mother's screams."

"I'm sorry."

"It's not big deal," Harry said, "I barely remember them. I only know what they look like from pictures." There was some silence before Harry spoke again. "The important thing is that the guy who killed them is dead."

"Well, that's good," Carlson said, "I didn't know they had the death penalty in England."

"Oh, he resisted when the cops tried to arrest him," Harry lied, "They shot him when he pulled a gun on them." Carlson nodded seeming to take it as the answer. Harry wasn't sure how he would explain all the magic stuff. They entered Washington within a half hour, and the car was driven toward the Georgetown area. Carlson turned onto 34th St, and pulled into a split level ranch house with a two door garage.

"Here we are," he said.

"Wow," Harry said, "It looks so much nicer in real life."

"They usually do," Carlson said as he turned the car off. Harry climbed out into the warm air of the summer, thankful that the summers weren't the same as in England. Carlson helped him get out his luggage from the trunk, and he escorted Harry to the front door. He pulled out the keys from his pocket, and handed them to Harry. "Let's get this front door open." Harry chuckled as he took the keys, and put them through the locks. The door opened letting Harry inside.

"Wow," was the only thing out of his mouth. He heard Dan chuckle behind him, and he turned to his Realtor. "I love it. It's perfect." He looked around the house, and let out a sigh of relief. He was home.

July 31, 1998

Harry's Georgetown Home

Harry sat in his kitchen staring at the cupcake he had bought at the grocery store in the morning. It was one of the things on his 'To Do' list. He got his fridge half full of important things; milk, eggs, butter. He also got cereal and bread. For now he was satisfied with eating take out food; Chinese and pizza. He had to be sure to get a doctor at the Georgetown University Hospital while he was in school. He had to take care of his body, and keep the food allergies at bay. His peanut butter, shellfish and nut allergies could be deadly if he's not careful. He continued to stare at the candle before closing his eyes. "Time to start my new life," he thought. He took a deep breath, and blew the candle out.

Meanwhile ...

No. 12 Grimmauld Place, England

It was 9:55 am when Hermione arrived at the house. There was already a group of people on the porch when she stepped up. Ron came up to her with a smile. "Hermione, you got a letter too?" he asked.

"Of course I got one, Ronald," she scolded. She looked around the porch to see everyone from the Order of the Phoenix, Aurors, the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, the Malfoys, the Weasleys ( they were on opposite sides of the porch ), Dumbeldore, McGonagall, Snape and every classmate from seventh year. Remus sat with Tonks on the porch swing. She couldn't tell, but Hermione thought she looked pregnant. It was quite a look see for the Muggles who walked by with their dogs. It was ten o'clock, and everyone felt the wards go down on the house, yet no one made a move for the door. So, Hermione decided to go first. She slowly opened the door, and was shoved aside by Malfoy. He ran into the house, screaming for Harry.

"Harry!? Where are you are?!" he shouted, "Harry!?" Hermione was helped off the floor by Ron who scolded at Malfoy. Once all the group was in the foyer, Draco had come back with a look of disbelief on his face. "The house, it's empty."

"What?!" the group said.

"All the rooms are empty," he said, "Like someone moved out." Just then, Dobby popped in behind Draco on the stairs.

"Good morning to all," he said.

"Dobby, where's Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Dobby cannot tell you Miss Hermione because Master Harry did not tell me where he was going," Dobby answered, "But, he did give me this to read to you," he said pulling out a letter. Draco made a grab for it, but Dobby was quicker. "Dobby must read it, not you." Hermione and Ron shared a quiet snicker as Dobby opened the letter, and began to read. "My Former Friends and Family, It's with a heavy heart that I make this letter my final goodbye to you all. No one seems to care about my well being in this matter, or see the scheme behind this charade of the Malfoys. They are really after my money, because they have so little, even though it is only 20 million galleons. With the Potter and Black fortunes combined, I am ten times richer than that, and will not fund the Malfoys into taking over the wizarding world." Lucius and Narcissa glanced at everyone to see if they looked at them, but they seemed to be more focused on the house elf who continued. "I have left the wizarding world and magic behind forever. I ask that you do not look for me, because you will not find me. Your search will be futile. The only thing I leave is the house, Hedwig, and Dobby." Dobby let out a small squeak after he read that part. "All three of those things will go to the one person who was with me to the end, Hermione Granger." Hermione gasped. "The necessary papers are at Gringotts for her to sign. No one else deserves anything because you were never on MY side. I bid you all farewell, never to return. Harry J. Potter." Dobby finished the letter only to have it snatched up by Draco who read through it.

"This is it?" he asked the house elf, "Just some letter that's not even a letter."

"Master Harry didn't need to say any more," Dobby said, "That's it."

"That can't be it!" he shouted, "How could he do this to me?!" That was it for Hermione.

"How could he do this to YOU!?" she shouted at Draco, "You never gave him much choice! We're the reason he left! We pushed him to it! We made him leave because we kept insisting that he be your wife, Malfoy! Now he's gone!" There was a pause before she looked at everyone. "I hope you're all happy because now we'll never see him again!!" She ran up the stairs to the room Harry had used as his bedroom with Dobby fast approaching her from behind. Draco ignored Hermione as she fled, and turned to his father.

"We have to find him, Father," he said, "I can't live without him."

"And find him we shall," Lucius said, "Fudge, I need your best Aurors."

"You shall have them," Fudge said.

"But, didn't you hear Dobby when he read the letter," Molly said. "He said you won't find him even if you tried." The Malfoys and Fudge left the house, and went to the Ministry. "Well, I hope everyone's happy about this," she said. "Personally, I really didn't want Harry to be with that boy."

Hermione was sitting at the window watching everyone leave when Dobby came in. He cautiously walked up to her, and he tapped her on the knee. "Miss Hermione, I must give you this letter from Master Harry." Hermione snatched the letter from Dobby, and ripped it open. She opened the letter, and read it.

"Dear Hermione, I'm sorry I had to leave you like this, but I wasn't left with much of a choice. Stay hidden forever or become Malfoy's wife. Let's just say I couldn't do either. I know of the Malfoy's plan through the goblins. They had found out that if the Malfoys can't live off 20 million galleons, not with the way they spend. They had agreed to Draco's choice as mate because of my bank account. They would allow us to bond, let Draco have his fun with me for a few years, hell maybe not even that long, a few months maybe, and kill me by accident, possibly using one of my food allergies. You can go to the goblins with this when you sign the papers for the house. It really is yours. You were with me to the end, 'Mione, and remember that I'll always love you, even if I find someone else to marry. I hope we see each other again soon. Love Harry." Hermione was crying as she folded up the letter, and put it in her pocket. He was truly gone.

The next day, the biggest search since Sirius Black escaped prison was initiated for Harry Potter. The whole British Isles was searched until the Ministry got through their thick skulls that he wasn't even in the country anymore. Owls were sent out with letters for Harry only to come back after days without finding him. It got so bad for them that they just refused to move after a letter for Harry was attached to their leg. Other Ministries rebuffed Fudge's pleas of help, and the Aurors had to do it on their own. Hermione went on to work at the Ministry in the Department of Regulation and Care of Magical Creatures. She began immediate work on the mate laws for them. With any luck, Draco would be forced to look for someone else as a mate. She signed the papers for the house, and to her surprise, Harry gave her a small fortune to have it furnished. She didn't have to worry about Mrs. Black. She and a few dozen other portraits were locked up in a vault.

For two years, the Malfoys, Ministry officials, the Weasleys and just about everyone accept Hermione searched for Harry Potter. It seemed he disappeared off the face of the earth. He was gone. Draco went through months of heartbreak and despair, but he didn't die. Lucius had some time left before the money in the Malfoy vault ran out. If Harry Potter was not found in another two years, he would force Draco to marry someone else. What he didn't count on was Harry Potter hiding his tracks so well.