I would like to congratulate 'little-blast' all those who correctly guessed that Abby is going to be like a big sister to Harry. I apologise to all those Harry/Abby fans out there. I will also say that if I decide to pair Harry up with some one it will not be anyone on the team. There is however a blood relative of Harry's on the team, I shall let you all guess who it is but will not ruin the surpise any further until it happens in the story.

I should also probably take the time to state that this story as a whole is dedicated to 'SpikeyGirl' and that she has and is helping me with new ideas and telling me when particular ideas i throw at her don't even deserve to even be thrown in the bin but burnt. Not that I let her in on all the ideas but general ideas for the story.

Harry was relieved that it seemed that the 'Abby disaster' that could have happened had been diverted and safely dealt with.

Looking over to Abby, who had shushed him into a corner of her office like a naughty child, had not only already downloaded the pictures from the memory but was now looking through them with a mixture of humour and some jealousy.

He had been standing there for a half hour before the lift door opened and a man walked in carrying a cardboard archive box full of plastic bags. Harry almost went red with the stare he was getting from the agent as said agent placed the box on a table by Abby's equipment. This could get really embarrassing if Harry wasn't careful, though he somehow thought that he wouldn't be getting a choice in the matter if he wanted to get back into Abby's good books quickly.

"Abby?" The agent was now by the door to the office, not quite settling his gaze on Abby or Harry solely but looking at one then the other and repeating in quick succession.

"McGee! Not now, I'm busy." Abby whined, not even looking up from her screen as she continued to flick through the pictures on her screen.

"Umm… Abby, why is there a strange man in the corner of your office?" McGee, as he was now identified as, asked.

"Harry? He's in the corner because he was bad and needs some time out where I can see him and make sure he doesn't do a runner. It's not like I can put him in detention." Abby replied, almost looking thoughtful at the last part she had said.

"Abbs don't even think about it." Harry stated, now leaning against the glass wall.

"Too late," Abby grinned, briefly looking up from the screen, "now shush, I'm trying to find embarrassing pictures of you."

"Abby, why is Harry here? And by that I mean not just in the corner but in NCIS?" McGee asked, still looking lost at the situation.

"Because he ran off for two years and broke his promise to keep in contact." Abby replied finally looking at McGee.

"I didn …" was as far as Harry got before he was quelled by a glare from Abby.

"McGee, why are you here?" Abby asked, still glaring at Harry almost daring him to finish his sentence.

"Evidence form a new case has just come in, Gibbs wants you to ID the victim and see if there's any prints on the notes she was found with." McGee told her, he looked like he was going to continue in his earlier line of questions but obviously thought better of it due to the mood Abby looked to be in and went back to the lift.

Looking almost heart-broken Abby got up from her computer and entered her lab, dragging Harry behind as he started to move towards his memory discs.

"I am not going to have you run off before I get a chance to make sure you stay." This was Abby's only comment as they headed towards the equipment. Although slightly confused at this as Harry remembered promising Abby that he would let her help him find a place he decided that until he had been 'un-shushed' it was better to keep quiet.

It wasn't until Abby got a picture of the victim up on the screen that Harry made any noise.

Turning around at Harry's gasp Abby saw that his face had lost its entire colour.

"Harry?" Abby asked moving towards him as she laid he hand on his shoulder hoping to get him out of his shock the lift doors opened again. This time an older man exited and made his way towards Abby, Caf-Pow in hand.

"Abby?" Was all Gibbs asked.

"Right, Gibbs this is an old pen pal of mine Harry. Harry this is Gibbs, he always seems to know when I've got something. Although it looks like his radar is off today," Abby introduced them before turning to Gibbs completely, "Gibbs I haven't gotten anything for you, no matches on the prints or DNA yet."

"Petty Officer Lucia Thompson."

At this both Gibbs and Abby looked at Harry.

"You know her Harry?" Abby asked.

"Yeah, she was on leave in Hawaii when I was there two months back," Harry replied, almost giving himself a jerk as he woke from his shock, "She's got a younger brother who still lives with their parents. No boyfriend, she had a bad experience with one not even a year ago and said that she'd sworn off them."

"Bad experience?" Gibbs had taken over the questioning.

"I don't know anything other than she had a bad experience, I think her younger brother knows about it. I don't think her parents did wither that of they didn't care. They kept on prying into her personal life, not believing that she didn't have a boyfriend and that she would be getting married for a while yet." Harry told Gibbs looking straight in the eye. He remembered what it was like when people held back on facts, it was the only reason that he also let slip his last statement. "I also slept with her; I don't think he physically scared her, more like mentally. She always had to be the one in control."

"Harry, you lost your virginity at last." Abby almost squealed in his ear as she hugged him.

"Abbs I hate to tell you this but I lost it three years ago not long after my sixteenth." Harry wished he had kept quiet as he saw various expressions pass across her face.

"How could they? How could they corrupt my poor innocent Harry so young in life and at the sweet young age of sixteen!" Abby Exclaimed.

"Abbs, the legal age in the UK is sixteen and can we stop talking about my sex life?" Harry asked.

Gibbs was scrutinising Harry throughout the conversation.

"Abbs back to work," Gibbs started then looking over at Harry, pointing "you come with me."

Less than five minutes later Harry found himself in a small room with a large mirror covering one wall and being questioned by Gibbs of whom he had found out didn't believe in coincidences.

Harry being in Washington on the same day that a Petty Officer, that he had previously met, had been murdered and turning up at NCIS had seemed too much to be a coincidence. Not to mention he had an unknown relationship with Gibb's forensic scientist.