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"Talking"

'Thinking'

Chapter 2

When Harry woke he knew that Tim had done right with the potions last night, since he only was a little sore and had a few stiff muscles.

Harry could hear a shower running and figured it must be Tim.

Harry looked around and found himself in what must be Tim's bedroom and he found himself dressed in a big nightshirt, hell everything would be big on his small frame, and his boxers.

Tim must have carried him from the main room to his bedroom and redressed him; Harry knew that Tim at some point last night had had to undress him to tend to his injuries.

At the night table Harry found a plate with two pieces of dry toast and a glass of juice.

Harry had just started to nibble on one of the toasts when he heard some hard knocks on the door to Tim's apartment. Harry checked the bathroom, shower still running, before shrugging, taking a sip of the juice and stepped out of the bed and walked to the door on slightly stiff legs, toast still in hand.

Harry looked out the spy hole in the door and saw two people standing outside the door. A man, a little higher than Tim, short brown hair, wearing a black muscle shirt and a pair of jeans, with a backpack over his shoulder and a woman, around a head shorter, thick curly dark brown hair, wearing a dark blue short-sleeved blouse and a pair of black jeans, she had a backpack over her shoulder too. Harry recognized them as Tim's fellow agents, from some of the pictures Tim had showed him when they had become friends.

Harry took of the security-chain and opened the door. Both of the agents were shocked to see him in Tim's apartment. Harry noted that the woman, Ziva David he remembered Tim had called her, seemed to be checking him over, like you would a possible threat, while the man, Tony Dinozzo, seemed to be checking him out.

"Morning miss, sorry if we woke you. Is McGee home?" Dinozzo asked with a smile. 'Do I look like a girl to you?' Harry's mind screamed. He knew he was small for his age and that there was something feminine over him, Neville had told him so many times, but did people always have to rub it in.

"You didn't wake me and Tim is in the shower, so if you would wait a few minutes I will go get him for you." Harry said with an eyebrow lifted and a clearly unimpressed tone to his voice and expression on his face. Dinozzo's face fell and David lifted a hand to her mouth to hide her smile, clearly liking the fact that Tony was so openly turned down. Harry showed them into the apartment and closed the door behind them. Harry walked passed them towards the bedroom and called over his shoulder.

"Oh and just for future notice, I'm a boy."

Harry heard David started to laugh hysterically and Dinozzo started splutter unintelligent words. Harry shook his head and closed the door to the bedroom.

"What is all the laughing about?" Tom, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a NCIS t-shirt, asked when Harry entered the bedroom.

"Your two co-agents had decided to pop-up for breakfast, don't know what they want. Oh and David is laughing because Dinozzo thought I was a girl." Harry said and sat on the bed.

Tim lifted his eyebrows, his eyes shining with hidden laughter, and shook his head before walking to the door to go see what his two colleagues wanted.

"Before you go, where is my backpack? I still need some of the potions." Harry asked looking around.

"By the door to the bathroom and you owe me some answers." Tim said and walked out the door.

Harry found the needed potions in is backpack and walked into the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for the day.

X x X x X x X

Tim walked into the main room of his apartment, only to find Ziva and Tony arguing over the fact that Tony hadn't seen that Harry was a boy. He couldn't help but to be amused that his colleague had made such a mistake. Tim cleared his throat, making the two of them twirl to look at him.

"There you are McGoo, why didn't you answer any of our calls? We must have called you a dozen times by the time we got to your apartment. And who was it that let us in?" Tony said in a rush, clearly trying to cover up his previous mistake.

"Long night and then I was in the shower. And that would have been Harry that let you in. Did you really think that he was a girl?" Tim asked his voice filled with laughter.

Tony groaned and ran a hand over his face. Ziva tried to stifle another laugh; she was going to use this one against Tony for a long time.

"What are you two doing here by the way?" Tim asked.

"Dead marine. Gibbs want you to help Abby, we were on our way to check out the crime scene, to see if the FBI has missed anything. They found him last night, and when they learned that he was a marine they turned the case over to us. Bloody idiots don't want to work weekends." Tony said, the last part was mumbled.

Tony and Ziva left the apartment, Ziva still sniggering, and Tim walked back into the bedroom to change into more work-related clothes. Tim found Harry sitting on the bed, wearing his(Tim's) white bathrobe, his hair still damp, looking through his backpack, obviously searching for something to wear.

"You wouldn't have a pair of jeans I could borrow? Since I only have the pants from my school uniform. Don't worry about the size; I can resize them to fit me." Harry said and pulled a white shirt and a red Gryffindor t-shirt, it had a drawing of a lion in gold on the back, out of his backpack.

"Sure. I have to go to work, something has come up and my boss wants me to help Abby in the lab." Tim said and threw a pair of dark jeans to Harry on the bed, while he found his own clothes.

"Can I come?" Harry asked and stood from the bed, clothes in hand.

"You didn't think that I would leave you here, after last night, did you?" Tim said and watched as Harry's face lit up in a smile, he had always wanted to see where Tim worked, and walk into the bathroom to change.

X x X x X x X

After getting Harry a visitor-pass, they took the elevator up to where the desks were, where Tim left his backpack, before they went down to Abby's lab. Harry was looking around the whole time, taking in the place his friend worked.

Down in the lab they found Abby and Gibbs talking about some of the things she had already found in the evidence.

"McGee." Abby said when she saw him, before turned questioning eyes to Harry. Gibbs turned, and was obviously about to say something when he also noticed Harry. Gibbs quickly composed himself.

"McGee get started with the lieutenant's computer, Abby will fill you in on the case. Who are you and what are you doing here?" Gibbs asked Harry, not liking a complete stranger in the lab under an investigation. Especially not a stranger who he knew didn't have anything to do with the investigation.

"Harry Evans. I'm with Tim, sir." Harry said, his voice showing Gibbs that he respected his authority. Gibbs looked at Harry with a sceptic eye before he turned to Abby and Tim who were looking at them.

"You two back to work. You come with me." Gibbs said and turned to leave, making Harry jog to keep up with him, after he had given Tim a look that clearly said "Strange" and mouthed that he would be fine.

X x X x X x X

"Who was that?" Abby asked when the door of the elevator had closed behind Gibbs and McGee's mystery-man.

"That was Harry, a good friend of mine. We met around a year ago, when I was in England. He worked at the coffee shop I came at every day. He turned up at my place last night and I didn't want to leave him at the apartment so I took him with me here." Tim answered without looking up from the lieutenant's computer.

"He seems nice. Good looking too." Abby said. Tim's fingers halted over the keyboard a sudden feeling of possession filling his guts. 'Strange. Why did I get angry when Abby said Harry looked good?' Tim shook his head to clear his thoughts; this was not the time for jealousy.

X x X x X x X

Harry noticed that Gibbs kept looking at him during their time in the elevator, like he was trying to figure him out, or something like that, and if Harry had to be honest: it was freaking him out a little.

"Is something wrong sir?" Harry knew to ask polite as Tim had told him that his boss was a former marine.

Gibbs turned to fully look at Harry before he pushed the button that stopped the elevator in case of emergencies. 'What is he on about?' Harry thought.

"Before you begin interrogating me sir, I just want to tell you that I'm not a threat to you or this agency." Harry was really getting nervous. From what Tim had told him had Gibbs never gone into defensive like that before. Harry could only hope that the senior agent wouldn't become violent if he wasn't satisfied by Harry's answers.

"I can see that you don't pose a threat at the moment, but there is still something that tells me that you are hiding something, and you look like someone I met a long time ago."

"I may be hiding something, but that something is something that won't do you any harm and it will be kept hidden. As for the someone I look like that you have met, then I can't help you without knowing who you are talking about."

X x X x X x X

Gibbs looked at the young man before him. Black curly hair with a reddish tint to it, that reached his shoulders but was pulled back in a small ponytail, almond-shaped emerald green eyes, high cheekbones and a small nose. Harry had a very feminine shaped body, for a boy his age, wearing a crimson t-shirt under an unbuttoned white shirt, with the sleeves curled up to his elbows, and a pair of dark jeans, slightly baggy on his small frame.

It had been Harry's eyes that had struck Gibbs the most, those green eyes looked like they, by one look, could see your very soul. They looked like they should have belonged to an old war-veteran. There was something about his facial expression too, not just his mimic, but his bone structure as well. If Gibbs had to be honest he would say Harry could be a close relative to Shannon.

A.N.

Sorry about the long wait, there has just been so much going on the last few weeks.

Most of your questions will be answered and explained later on in the history, so you will just have to be patient and read on.

In the letter it says potions and then I mention two creams, that is because I see it as the creams are being made the same way as potions; they just end up with a thicker texture in the end.

Thank you for all of your suggestions to the title, still not sure what to call it though, so you are free to keep suggesting.