Nico straightened his tie, then the elevator doors opened. He stepped out and followed the agent to the directors office.

"Mr. Di Angelo, we're excited to have you join us." Director Vance shook Nico's hand.

Nico smiled, "I'm excited to be working here. It seems like a great environment."

"If you'll follow me, I'll introduce you to Ms. Sciuto. I should warn you, she can be untrusting with new people."

Nico nodded, "I did hear something to that effect. She has something of a reputation."

Director Vance looked somewhat amused, "Doesn't seem to have discouraged you."

"I don't scare easily." Nico shrugged, "I imagine it does her well to be suspicious. You never know what could happen."

"Well-said. Ah, Ms. Sciuto, this is Mr. Di Angelo. He's your intern."

Nico took in the very goth looking woman who was looking at him with something short of complete distrust and annoyance.

"I don't need help. They just get in the way." She turned her attention back to her computer.

Nico glanced around noting the odd decor.

"Ms. Sciuto, Mr. Di Angelo is a highly qualified candidate and will be working with you until I say otherwise, so I suggest you give him a job." Director Vance told her, a warning clear in his voice.

"Remember what happened with the last two people who helped?" She folded her arms. "One framed Tony and the other tampered with evidence to try and make sure we didn't find out it was him."

"You're overwhelmed, Ms. Sciuto. So I suggest you get accustomed to Mr. Di Angelo helping you. He's top of his class, and highly qualified to help you and if you're truly concerned then you can keep an eye on him and keep him on the smaller cases you're processing. You'll figure something out," Director Vance left.

Ms. Sciuto frowned at him, arms folded, "Do you always dress like that?"

Nico looked down at his black suit, grey shirt, and skinny dark blue tie. "If you mean wearing virtually all black, then yes. If you mean the suit, well…considering the tie was my roommate's…and this suit is the only one I own…" He looked up at her, "Not exactly. I'm more of a black jeans, and skull t-shirts kind of guy. I wear more colors now than I did as a teen, mostly because of…" Will…

She smirked, "Sounds like we might get along after all. Tomorrow, you look like yourself."

Nico nodded, "Yes ma'am."

"And call me Abby."

"Yes Abby."

"Now, you know how to work a mass spectrometer?"

"Yeah," Nico stepped beside her.

"Good, run these samples."

He nodded and started working. He had a feeling it would be a long day. But he was determined to make this internship work. He needed to be able to contribute. He had been excited when his teacher contacted him about starting his internship at NCIS a couple months early. He felt wrong not being able to pay for some of the groceries or anything, this internship didn't pay much, but it was enough that he could save up for his school bill.

Connor had been great, and Nico finally felt like himself again. He was even able to talk about Will a little more now. He was in a good place, a great place.

Although, he was still falling for Connor.

And Connor was dating this girl named Sophia Santana, and had been for the past two weeks. Two agonizing weeks of having to pretending that he completely supported the relationship and being casually curious about how things were going with the two of them.

Sometimes he regretted the promise he had made Will.

The nice thing about living with Connor?

He had his own room and there weren't campers everywhere, butting into his business. Getting on his last nerve. When he needed people, he could walk down the hall and talk to Connor for five minutes, and then go back to his own room and enjoy the solitude.

"Whaddayagot, Abs?"

Nico flinched and glanced over at the man.

He had silver-white hair, and piercing blue eyes that he pinned Nico down with him.

"An intern, Gibbs." Abby replied, making a bit of a face. "And also the exact chemical composition of the cleaner from the crime scene. It's pretty common…"

Nico turned his attention back to his work, filling out the form. Or, he would if he could get the letters and numbers to stop floating around and changing.

She was updating the agent, Gibbs, on what she had found out from processing all the evidence.

Nico could see why she needed an intern if she was doing all of this on her own…she must never go home. He tried to keep his attention focused on the work, but he couldn't read it.

"Hey, Intern," Abby snapped a couple times, "What's your name?"

"Nico Di Angelo," He replied automatically.

"Well, Nico, are you going to stare at that all day?" She took it from him.

He winced, "Sorry, I'm dyslexic, it takes me a while to process words. I don't want to mess up."

She stared at him, "Dyslexic…" Then her face lit up, "Gibbs!"

She darted out of the room, "The killer is dyslexic, he didn't have time to read all the documents there, or just take the ones he wanted, he had to take them all because he didn't know which one was the right one! So the killer—"

"Will still have the files. Good job, Abs."

The elevator dinged and Abby came back in smiling, "We're going to have to figure out how to make this work. Start by telling me about yourself. Where do you live?"

"Cheltenham Maryland—"

"Hey, Abby, did you look at that email I sent you?"

"McGee, it's not the only evidence I have to process plus I have an intern that I have to deal with now."

Nico had the oddest feeling that this was the rest of his life. He was oddly okay with it.

McGee pulled up an image on the screen.

Nico hesitated and stared, frowning. "That's a dead person."

"Yeah, one of our victims, but she showed up in a picture in this email of our most recent victim." McGee explained.

Nico frowned, "Name?'

"She's a Jane doe." Abby responded.

"She's a mom." Nico said softly.

They both looked at him.

"Why do you say that?"

Nico shrugged, then looked back at the work Abby had given him. "Just a hunch."

"No, no, no. Tell me what else you think." Abby suddenly looked intrigued.

Nico sighed, looking back at her. "Single mom, two kids, navy wife, allergic to peanuts."

Abby shook her head, "If you're right, I'll freak out."

"Abby, Ducky said that we should be checking hospital records for emergency c-sections about three weeks ago for the Jane doe.. She's given birth recently. Also check for missing persons reports for mothers and single mothers." A small blonde woman came in talking a mile a minute.

"Ducky?" Nico asked.

"Our M.E." Abby said, staring at him. "She's a mom?"

The blonde nodded, "Of at least one child. Ducky thinks she has had two."

McGee looked at Nico like he was a ghost.

Nico shrugged slightly, "Guys, it was just a guess. Don't read into it."

Abby grinned, "Where's the fun in that?" She started working on the computer.

McGee gestured to Nico, "I missed your name."

"Nico Di Angelo."

"I'm Tim McGee, this is Ellie Bishop. We're on Gibbs team."

Nico nodded sharply, "Nice to meet you." He tore a glove on accident, and took them off to change them. "I'm excited to be working here."

McGee shook his head, "Mother of two, navy wife…allergic to peanuts…why did you say that?"

Nico sighed, "I chose forensics because I get these gut feelings about people. Specifically dead people. Probably because so many of my friends have died. Maybe because my dad worked with dead people for the short time I knew him. Will made me study people."

"Will?" Abby asked, smirking.

Nico froze, and looked at the ground. He frowned. "He was my boyfriend."

"Bad breakup?" Bishop asked.

Nico looked up at her, "No. He died." He looked back down at his work. "He was killed. Almost a year ago now."

"I'm sorry…" Ellie said softly.

He shrugged, "He lived a good life. We had a good life. I carry his memory by succeeding. By carrying on. Now, you should really carry on with your work because someone's coming."

They made themselves busy.

Gibbs came in, "Abs, I need ways to find out if someone is dyslexic."

Abby froze for a moment, "Nico, suggestions."

Nico's eyes widened, "Um…I don't know. Test someone's reading speed with a difficult text…or…have them transcribe something. Or use the dyslexia simulator online and ask them to read it. If they say they can't immediately, then you know that they aren't. But if they try to read it for a while, then you know that they are because they don't realize that it's a simulation. I couldn't until someone told me. Otherwise…a few…very few people…have been medically diagnosed."

Gibbs squinted at him, "Can you tell?"

"The variance in the severity of dyslexia…I doubt if most people realize they are dyslexic. Honestly, it's all a matter of chance. You could try asking, but I doubt it would get you far…"

Abby had pulled up the pictures of the suspects and Nico found himself staring at one.

His heart sank and he pointed at one, the youngest. "Him. He has dyslexia."

"What makes you so sure?"

"He went to the same summer camp as me. Most of the kids there have dyslexia, and ADHD. He was one of few people who only had dyslexia. Things like that stand out."

"What kind of person was he then?" Gibbs demanded.

Nico glared at the table, "He was in cabin five. People there had anger management issues, always getting into fights. Lived for fighting, really. He wasn't terrible, just…grumpy. Short-tempered." He was scrambling for memories, and unfortunately he found one. "His girlfriend…she died. She was mugged. But…he was supposed to be with her. He found her. I don't…I don't know if…"

"Enough for me." Gibbs rushed out.

Nico chewed his lip. He wanted to believe that Tyler wouldn't…but…he didn't know the guy that well.

"You didn't like doing that." Abby said, smirking at him.

Nico shrugged, "The kids from my summer camp had troubled childhoods. I wish I could believe that everyone that went there had better luck in their lives after…but…that's not realistic. I hope I'm wrong. But I'm ready to face it if I'm right."

Abby nodded, "Alright, well—"

The computer beeped.

"We have a match for our Jane doe." She grinned at the screen, "Single mom of two kids, navy wife, peanut allergy. Deborah Whiteley."

McGee looked at Nico with amazement, "That was good. You sure you aren't a medical examiner?"

Nico made a face, "Almost pursued that, Will convinced me not to. He didn't want me to be around so much…death. Decided I had enough of that."

"And you let him make that decision for you?" Ellie folded her arms.

He smiled, then grinned, "Yeah. Doctors orders, you know. He was right. I like this better. It's searching for answers while being an M.E. is recording information and supposition. I'm good at profiling people. Always have been. It's my minor."

Abby grinned, "That's because forensics rock."

AN: So, if there are mistakes it's because I didn't catch them after transferring the content from my phone where most of this is originally written. My phone hates names. Thanks!