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One week ago.

"Mate this has to be the worst idea you've ever had. And that's saying something considering what you've been through." Ron said, nails picking at the sticker on his beer bottle in anxiousness. His eyes held a hint of worry and total bemusement.

The two friends were sitting in a muggle bar, waiting for Hermione who was visiting her parents nearby.

"But Ron," he said with an exaggerated wave of his arms. "you're forgetting how amazing this will be for me. A fresh start in a new world. No journalists stalking you, pesky fans awaiting your every move and an ex-wife who hates your guts and wants you to drop dead any second." Ron took a long gulp of his beer while eyeing Harry as if he was mad.

"Ginny's not all that bad – "

"Ron," Harry said with a raised eyebrow "come on." Sighing his friend nodded begrudgingly.

"Ok, she has some issues to work out." at that Harry laughed and shook his head. "But Harry, this is NCIS we're talking about. The Government." He deadpanned with wide eyes. "Why can't you work at a bakery or something?"

"Do I look the type of guy who would work at a bakery?" Harry asked and gestured to himself. Ron grimaced and took another gulp. "Exactly. Besides, what trouble could I possibly get into?"

Little did Harry know he would rue the day he ever said that.

Tony had to hand it to the kid. He sure knows how to make a first impression. Flipping through the file containing the history on Evans he was surprised to see little to nothing. Family murdered, school wasn't listed; hell nothing was listed for the past seven years after his eleventh birthday.

Although is says from Scotland Yard he's the best agent they have. Experienced in weapons, every sort of defense and very intelligent. But what none of them can figure out is how in the world can a twenty year old know all of this?

Looking through the window to the interrogation room Tony narrowed his eyes at the kid who seemed a bit peeved. His heart clenched at the state of Harrison's suit. Hearing the door open Tony turned to see Gibbs.

"Any idea why the kid was in the next room to our vic and under a false name?" Tony shook his head with a sigh.

"None. But from what I've read up on Harrison James Evans is that he's a ghost. Everything from since he was eleven years old is blank." Gibbs raised an eyebrow.

"Blank?"

"No information. It was as if he was abducted by aliens or something." Tony shivered dramatically. "Seriously some Close Encounters shit. Ziva's ringing up Scotland Yard right now."

"Hopefully they'll shed some light on who Harrison Evans exactly is." Gibbs said and took a sip of his coffee before walking out the room and into the interrogation room.

Harry knew he was in deep shit the second he met those icy blue eyes. He had to hand it to his boss, the guy knows how to be intimidating. His glare could match Voldemorts. Next to his boss was a younger man with a lopsided grin.

"Care to explain why you were under a false name and specifically ordered the room next to our vic?" Asked Gibbs. Harry internally winced at the question.

"Um, no?" Gibbs blinked, as if he hadn't understood what Harry just said. The other guy on the hand raised an eyebrow.

"No?"

"Yes."

"Yes, so you do want to explain?" asked the young man.

"No!"

"No, you do want to explain?" Harry had a feeling the other guy just wanted an explanation. Like fuck he's gonna give one without sounding delusional.

"Who are you?" the man grinned.

"Special Agent Dinozzo. Your to-be partner in Gibbs' team if you hadn't killed someone." Harry gaped at them.

"I didn't kill him I just…" Oh those bastards. Harry glared at that shit eating grin Dinozzo had on. He just got played.

"You just what?" asked Gibbs in a gruff tone and a glare. Harry bit the inside of his lip. Well his boss certainly does not like him.

His bad luck was getting real old real fast.

"I just – "

"Boss!" the sudden intrusion of a young man barging in made everyone almost get whiplash. "Scotland Yard is here."

"Say that again, McGee." Dared Gibbs as he got up. Harry swore the room turned into Icelandic temperature. McGee took an audible gulp with a hesitant smile.

"Scotland Yard…is here. And um, they want you." With the speed Harry didn't know the old man had, he rushed out of the room leaving a very confused Dinozzo and worried Harry.

Silence filled the room and the two stared at one another. Not really knowing what to do next.

"So um…You're from England?" Harry nodded, wondering if this was an interrogation technique or the man was really that socially awkward. "How's the tea there?"

"Well it's…tea." The wizard shrugged. Dinozzo nodded and tapped the table.

Harry's never felt so awkward in his life.

McGee felt like the next cold war was about to take place in his office. Taking a gulp of his coffee he watched in anticipation as the red haired Scotland Yard agent grinned merrily at his brooding boss.

This man was either brave or stupid...Probably both.

"Good morning Special Agent Gibbs. I'm Auro-Agent Ron Weasley and this is my partner, Agent Longbottom." The red haired man said. His brown haired partner sent Gibbs a hesitant but polite smile. "I believe you have Agent Evans in interrogation on suspicion of murder." McGee couldn't believe what he was seeing. The man was smiling.

In amusement.

"Something funny?" growled Gibbs.

"If you've known Harry as long as I have you'd know his luck may as well have been blessed by Satan himself…Probably was." Ron mumbled in an afterthought. McGee and Gibbs shared a look saying 'these two are close'. "Anyway mates, we at Scotland Yard have full authorization over this investigation and order you to go about your business as usual and welcome Harry into your team."

"Like hell we will!" cried Gibbs and took a menacing step forwards and McGee's jaw absolutely dropped. Weasley didn't flinch, not even once at the intensity of his boss's glare.

"Your Director's approved, Mr Gibbs." Longbottom said coolly, shocking McGee and Gibbs out of their state. "So either ship up or ship out. Harry's apart of your team whether you like it or not. Cut the bullshit and treat him like an equal. He's more valuable than anyone else at Scotland Yard so you should be grateful." This time Weasley turned a shock-ridden look on Longbottom who suddenly grinned. "I'll be waiting at the lifts, Ron." With that he turned on his heel and marched to the elevator.

"He's got some balls." Mumbled Gibbs making Ron laugh.

"Yeah…Well mates." Ron said in a cheery tone. "Just go about –

"Buisness as usual. Yeah, I heard." Snapped Gibbs but only made Ron grin more.

"It's been fun, tell Harry I stopped by won't ya?" McGee nodded and watched the red head go.

"I hate Brits." Growled Gibbs.

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