Lead NCIS Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs stared though the viewing glass at the kid who'd somehow wandered into his crime scene.

"Abby find anything?"

"She's rerunning things. She says her equipment is giving weird answers that don't make any sense. She's getting frustrated." Agent Tony DeNozzo answered.

"Thoughts, Ziva?" He asked the Mossad liason.

"He's what, eighteen? He's not afraid. He was found at a crime scene, arrested by federal agents, his girlfriend got away, we still haven't figured out how, but he hasn't even asked us about her. He should be wondering if we caught her. He's not. Also he's had military training. You can see it in the way he stands, the way he assessed us, the way he noted each of our weapons. He sweeps each room with his eyes as he enters. He's fascinated by what's going on, but he's not afraid. I'm not sure what to make of him."

"McGee?" He next inquires of their computer guru, Junior Agent Timothy McGee.

"Both of the ID's we found on him would pass a scan, but the information on them is wrong. The first one lists his name as Alexander Harris, date of birth, December 21st, 1981. Which would make him twenty four years old. Address is in Sunnydale California, which doesn't exist. Second one lists his name as Alexander McCleod of the unincorporated village of Univille South Dakota, which also doesn't exist. Same date of birth. It's like he went out of his way to make perfect ID's and then put false information on them, just to see if someone would catch it."

"Like he's playing games." Gibbs growled.

"Or practicing for something." Tony said.

"Or setting us up for something. He could be a distraction while his girlfriend is working on something else." Ziva pointed out.

"McGee, if he is military, I want to know. Start with those two names and see what you can find. Tony, take Abby a CafePow, I have a feeling she's going to be very busy for awhile. Ziva, I'm going in to talk to him, you observe."

Certain his team would follow the instructions given them, Gibbs headed into the interrogation room to speak to the annoyance that had wandered into his crime scene.

"So, explain to me how you ended up at a crime scene in a abandoned factory." He addressed the young man.

"Boy, you really do make people repeat things. That's not just a gimmick on TV." The kid had the audacity to grin at Gibbs. "It really was an accident, but I know you don't believe that. Who would? Two kids, abandoned factory. Dead body. We didn't make it dead by the way. We just found it."

"You were crouched beside it checking it out. What did you see?"

Again, the kid grinned, as though Gibb's choice of words was amusing. "Narrow wound to the left side of the chest. Hit his lung, if I remember anatomy. I'd guess he drowned in his own blood, stabbed by some kind of knife. Someone killed him."

"You're a suspect."

"Wouldn't stabbing someone like that leave blood on the stabber?" The kid asked.

"He'd been dead for a couple of hours. You could have come back to make sure you didn't leave any evidence or to show off to your girlfriend."

"Neither of us find dead bodies fascinating or making them that way either. Being interrogated for the first time, that's interesting. The lady with the accent, the one watching us through the window, other circumstances and I'd find her interesting. But I'm a one woman guy."

"Just her? Not the tech who took samples from you?"

"The mega brain? I'm sure we could be friends, but I have a type. She's not it."

"And what's your type?"

"Kickass bitch Queens."

"Did you just call her a bitch?!"

"Not how I mean the word. I mean a woman who refuses to apologize for her attitude, who's proud of herself, her accomplishments and isn't afraid under normal circumstances. The kind of woman that usually scares men. That's the kind of woman I like. My girlfriend is such a woman."

A knock on the window of the interrogation room had Gibbs scowling and leaving.

"What is it?" He asked Ziva.

"For the first time since I started here, Gibbs, I see a suspect leading the interrogation. He keeps redirecting you."

"I noticed that too." Gibbs agreed. "And I don't like it."

McGee stuck his head in the door. "Boss, there is a Alexander Harris in the Army with that date of birth. From Los Angeles California. Currently undergoing Special Forces training, he qualified for Ranger School, current rank, Sargeant. I printed out a picture. The guy in the interrogation room could be his younger brother."

"That's a real close family resemblance, in that case. Does Sargeant Harris have a younger brother?"

"He's listed as an only child. Parents are Anthony and Jessica Harris of Los Angeles. Both have a handful of charges, all relating to alcohol."

"Gibbs." Ziva said. She'd been watching their suspect through the glass. "He reacting to everything McGee is saying. When McGee mentioned Special Forces, he looked surprised and then proud. When he mentioned the parents, he went blank faced. But his eyes are both angry and sad."

"You mean he can hear me?" McGee asked, startled. "Though the glass?!"