A/N: Hey guys! Well, this is my first NCIS fic. My friend (and fellow author) gibby101 gave me the idea and I decided to see what I could do. This was what I got. If you haven't read her fic, Daddy's Sweetest Gift, you won't understand who Katie is, so read that before you start this. This is all written in Abby's POV. So, without further ado, here is Another Scuito in the Family. R&R! Thanks!!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of this, not the world or the characters. I only own Will and the security guard.

Abby's POV

I only just managed to grab the phone when it rang. The music in my lab was playing extra loud today, so I almost missed it. I turned down the music and quickly grabbed the phone.

"Hello?" I said.

"Is this Abigail Scuito?" a woman's voice asked from the other end.

"Yeah, who's this?" I asked. The voice didn't sound familiar and it wasn't the hospital, the number wasn't from around here.

"This is Mrs. Sheffield from the Boys' Home in Burlington, Massachusetts," she told me. I knew she wasn't lying because I traced the call.

"Why are you calling me?" I asked. I couldn't think of why I was getting calls from a boys' home in Massachusetts.

"I'm sorry, we only just got your number or we would have called sooner. You didn't hear?" she asked. Now I was getting confused.

"What didn't I hear?" I practically demanded.

"Your brother, William is here. We've been watching him since yesterday as we couldn't get a hold of you," she said. I just froze. It couldn't be true. Will was safe, with mom. "Hello? Are you still there?" the woman asked.

"Yeah, I'm here. Can I come and get him? How will all this work?" I asked. All I knew at that moment was that I had to get to Massachusetts.

"Well, you are his sister. He's safe here if you'd rather wait till tomorrow to pick him up so you can make arrangements there. I know you're in Washington DC and it takes seven and a half hours by car, a few less by plane," she said. I looked at the clock; it was 9:07 in the morning.

"I'll be there in a few hours. Thank you for your call," I said, hanging up before she could talk again.

"Abbs, are you okay?" Tim asked. He had walked into the lab while I was on the phone and I hadn't realized it till now.

"God, McGee! You scared the shit outa me! No, everything is not alright. Will's in a boys' home and I don't know where mom is!" I said, the tears welling up in my eyes.

"Abby, it's okay, come here," he said, holding out his arms to me. I threw my arms around his neck and cried.

"Who's Will?" he asked.

"My brother, he's eight years old," I said.

"And why is he in a boys' home?" Timmy asked, trying to piece everything together.

"I don't know. The lady just said he'd been there since yesterday! A day is a long time, Tim; they had 24 hours to find my number! They only just did now! Am I that hard to find? I do work for a federal agency!" I said.

"They probably just didn't know that," he said.

"But Will knows! He has my card and my cell phone number and my work number and my address! He has everything they'd need to find me!" I said. "They should have gotten to me right after he got there! It doesn't make any sense."

"He might have been found on the street or something and didn't have it on him," Tim tried.

"Either way it was unacceptable," I said, letting go of McGee and going to the computer.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Looking into a flight to get my brother. Call Gibbs and tell him your coming with me," I said, selecting a three hour flight from DC to Boston and buying two tickets.

"Ok," he said uncertainly.

Gibbs didn't have a problem with it, but Tony claimed he should go instead.

"McGoo's just a Probie," he told me. "I am the Senior Field Agent."

"Did you ever stop to think McGee's nicer than you?" I asked.

"No," he said, flashing his smile.

"Well, he is. Come on, McGee, the flight leaves in an hour," I said, pulling him out of the Bullpen with me.

"Your car or mine?" he asked when we were in the elevator.

"Yours, I'll need to come back here with him when we get back, so you can just drop us off," I said.

We drove to the air port in silence except for the radio. I messed around with the stations till I found one playing metal and turned it up until Tim took my hand off the dial and turned it back down a bit.

When we got there we breezed through security because all we had with us were cell phones and McGee had his backpack. We didn't have weapons. When we sat down on the plane half an hour later, I was just exhausted. It was only 10:20 in the morning but I was beat. And I hadn't had my Caf-Pow! yet. We took off and, once the flight attendants gave the ok, McGee took out his lap top and started doing God knows what. I took out my iPod and blasted metal for the next two and a half hours.

When we got off the plane and out of the air port, we hailed a taxi outside and gave the driver the address of the home. He grimaced, but drove us there anyway. Cost us a bit, but we thanked him, paid, and got out.

The place wasn't really what I expected it to be. I had imagined that it would be like the orphanage from Annie, dark, gloomy, sad, miserable, but it wasn't. Sure, it wasn't exactly cheerful, but it wasn't bad. It looked like any other building on the block. We walked up the front steps and knocked on the door. A guy in his early twenties answered it. He was medium height and had brown hair and hazel eyes.

"Yes?" he asked.

"I'm Abby Scuito. My brother, Will, got here yesterday. He's eight and looks a lot like me, but he's shorter with shorter hair and-" I said, but he cut me off.

"Yes, I know him. My name's Max," he said, holding out a hand to me. I shook it and he held it out to Tim who shook it too. "Come right on in, Mrs. Sheffield told me to expect you," he said, walking us to a door that was half open. We walked inside and there was a lady in her late forties sitting behind a desk.

"Mrs. Sheffield, Abby Scuito is here," he said.

"Thank you, Max, please send her in," she said. Tim and I walked in.

"Hello, Ms. Abigail," she said, sounding very formal, but then again, she did deal with a lot of people from different classes. Might as well keep it neutral.

"Hi, Mrs. Sheffield," I said.

"Please, take a seat. And, this is?" she asked, looking at Tim.

"My co-worker at NCIS, Tim McGee. I didn't want to come alone so he offered to come," I explained. "We're all very close at NCIS."

"I see. Well, William should be arriving any minute," she said and, just like that, Max appeared in the doorway again. Mrs. Sheffield didn't wait for him to say anything, "Yes, Max, just send him in."

When Will walked in and saw me, his whole face lit up in surprise. I guess they hadn't told him who was coming to pick him up.

"Abby!" he yelled and ran at me.

"Hey, Squirt! How are you? Are you okay?" I asked, holding him tight. I hadn't been home in a while, just about two years, so it was good to see him again.

"I'm ok. Mom's gone," he said, looking sad. I sat him down on my lap.

"I know, sweetie, but we'll find her," I promised him.

"I take it he's going to go home with you?" Mrs. Sheffield asked. I just looked at her. "Sorry, but I'm entitled to ask."

"Yeah, he's gonna come with me," I said.

"Good, then it's settled. You just need to sign these papers and you're good to go," she said to me. "Max brought down his bags and they're waiting in the lobby."

The papers weren't much, just standard name, age, DOB, address, yadda, yadda, yadda. I was done in record time and I thanked her and the three of us walked out the door.

Will was being quiet, and I figured it had something to do with Timmy. While we waited for our taxi to pick us up, I decided to introduce them. "Will?" I said. "This is my friend, Timmy. We work together at NCIS," I told him.

"What's NCIS?" he asked.

"It stands for Naval Criminal Investigative Service. Do you know who the FBI are?" Tim said.

"Yeah, of course," Will said.

"Well we're just like them, except we're the Marine's version," Tim told him. It looked like they were bonding already.

"What do you do there?" Will asked.

"Well, I'm a field agent, which means I go out and check out the crime scenes and stuff."

"What do you do there?" Will asked me.

"I'm a forensic scientist. I check the evidence the field agents bring back for finger prints and stuff," I told him.

"You guys have the coolest job ever!" Will said.

I just smiled at him. We'd never been really close earlier because of the age difference and the fact that I didn't live at home and didn't visit a lot. Maybe I'd be able to fix that now that he was living with me.

"Yeah, it's really fun. You'll probably end up hanging out at headquarters, so you'll be one of us," I said.

"So who else works with you?" Will asked.

"Well, our boss's name is Gibbs, my team mates are Tony DiNozzo and Kate Todd, and our Medical Examiner's name is Ducky," McGee told him.

"Ducky?" Will asked.

"His real name is Dr. Mallard, but everyone he knows calls him Ducky. Here's the cab," I said. McGee, always the gentleman picked up Will's bag and put it in the trunk. He got up front with the driver and I sat in back with Will.

The taxi was very quiet, none of us really talked until we got to Logan International Airport. We had to check Will's bag and McGee kept his backpack for carry-on, then we bought another one-way ticket and we went off to go get some food. None of us had eaten since breakfast and I figured everyone was as hungry as me.

"What do you want to eat?" I asked Will.

"Anything's fine," he said.

"Burgers?" I asked.

"Sure, sounds good," he said.

"Cheese?" I asked. It was sad, I didn't know my own brother well enough to know if he liked cheese on his burgers or not.

"Yeah, but no pickles, I'm allergic to them," he said.

"Really?" I asked, guilty that I could have just ordered a burger that would've killed Will.

"Yeah, always have been, I get hives and my throat closes up pretty quick. The doctor said he'd never met anyone who was allergic to pickles. He said I'm a special case, whatever that means," he said.

"It's a compliment, you are special," I told him. We ordered our food and found McGee at a table not too far away. For expensive air port food, it wasn't that bad. Our flight was scheduled to leave in half an hour after we finished eating, so when we were done we went to the gate and sat. Will had put his Game Boy in Tim's backpack and he sat playing a game while we waited. When we got on the plane, we'd gotten three seats together. Will got the window seat and looked out the window in awe as we took off. He'd never been on a plane before.

We landed just over two hours later in DC with no problems. We went to baggage claim to get Will's bag, then took the elevator to the third floor and got in McGee's car. Will couldn't stop looking around, he'd never been a big city before and DC was daunting and beautiful. I fell in love with it when I first came, too.

"What do you think?" I asked Will. "You gonna like living here?"

"Yeah, this place is amazing," he said.

"We'll have to take you sight-seeing then," Timmy said.

We made record time going back to NCIS. It was the middle of the day, just after the lunch rush, and people were still all over the roads. When we made it back, Tim said he had to get back to work, told Will he'd see him in a while, and kissed me on the cheek before he walked through the front doors of NCIS at a very fast pace. We followed behind him, losing him when he walked through the doors. I made my way to the desk in the lobby. I knew the security guard, Kevin, and I needed a favor.

"Hey, Kevin," I said, walking over to him with Will at my heels.

"Hey, Abby. This isn't a witness or anything, is it?" he asked, looking Will up and down.

"No, this is my little brother and he's going to be staying with me and he'll need a pass like Katie has," I said. Kate was Gibbs' daughter, but we also had a Kate Todd working for NCIS in Gibbs' team, so I called Kate Todd Kate and Gibbs' daughter Katie.

"Sure thing, what's his name?" he asked, sitting down at the computer, ready to type in Will's information.

"William C. Scuito," I said.

"Date of birth?" he asked.

I was mulling it over in my head; I couldn't quite remember the year. I looked at Will with an apologetic face. "When's your birthday, Will?" I asked.

"August 17, 1993," he said.

"Ok and we'll need his picture. That's it, since he's a minor. When he turns 18, we're going to need every little bit of information about him. Lucky he's still got a few years," he said. "Will, can you come stand over here, right behind this line? We need to get a picture of you for your special visitors' pass," Kevin said.

"Ok, right here?" Will asked.

"Perfect, now smile," Kevin said. Will had the most adorable smile, one only a ten year old could have. His hair was black, like mine, and it stopped just below his ears. His piercing green eyes could stand out for miles. They were brighter than mine, but we both got them from our mom.

Kevin did a few techy things on the computer and printed out a badge with Will's information on it. "Here you go, all you have to do is pick it up when you come into the building and give it back to whichever guard is on duty when you leave. Okay?"

"Thank you," Will said, taking the pass. It was on a lanyard, so he put it around his neck.

"Ok, well we're off to take a tour of the building. Thanks again, Kevin," I said, waving at him as we walked off. Will's bag just needed to go through security, but since he wasn't trying to smuggle anything in, he was cleared in seconds and we walked to the elevators. I hit the down button and we waited.

"Where are we going first?" he asked, very excited.

"My lab, to put your bag away, then autopsy, so you can meet Ducky, then to the Bullpen, where you can meet the rest of the team, and Katie, if she's here," I said.

"Who's Katie?" Will asked.

"My boss's daughter. She's two years older than you and she's really nice. You'll like her," I promised.

We stepped off the elevator and I led him through the door to my lab. He stared around in awe. "Whoa," he said, staring at all of the art work, machines, computers, and everything else crammed into my lab.

"Cool, huh?" I asked, smiling,

"Totally awesome!" he said. I walked over and put his bag under my desk in the next room as he walked over to the mass spectrometer.

"Uh, Will," I said as he reached out a hand. "Can you please not touch that? I'm sorry; it's just that it's a pain in the butt to fix and it's very temperamental. I don't even let Ducky touch it," I said.

"Okay, sorry," he said.

"It's alright. I always have to smack Tony's hand away from it when he's itching for results," I said laughing. Will laughed, too.

"You want to go up and meet Ducky?" I asked.

"Yeah, ok," he said.

We walked back to the elevators. "Let me warn you now," I said when we got in, "He might be doing an autopsy and I don't want it to creep you out. It scared me half to death the first time I saw him doing one," I told him.

The door opened and we got out. "Wait here," I said, motioning to the wall next to the elevator. "If he's doing an autopsy, we'll just come back later," I told him.

"Okay," he said, leaning back against the wall as I walked away. I head the elevator door open as I walked inside autopsy. The room was clear of anyone (dead or alive) except for Ducky. When I turned around, Gibbs was standing against the wall next to Will, talking to him.

"So this is what you pulled McGee away from work for," he called to me.

"Sorry, Gibbs, Will's more important than work," I said.

"How come you never told me you had a brother?" he asked me.

"It just never came up," I said.

"I like him. You bringing him up to meet the team?"

"First we're stopping in so he can meet Ducky then we're coming up," I told Gibbs. "Come on, the rooms clear," I said to Will and Gibbs followed us through the door to autopsy.

"Ah, Abigail, Jethro, I was just going to call you both," Ducky said when we came through the door. "Who is this?" he asked, looking at Will.

"Ducky, this is my brother, Will. Will, this is Ducky," I said.

"How do you do, young man?" Ducky asked, holding out a hand to Will.

"Good," Will said and shook it.

"You do look just like your sister. How old are you?"

"Ten," he said.

"Duck, you said you were going to call about something?" Gibbs said. Gibbs never waited for people to give him information.

"Ah, yes, Jethro, I found…" I tuned Ducky out after that. He'd fill me in later and I didn't want Ducky pulling a body out of the freezer without warning.

"Come on, I'll take you up to meet the last three people," I said, motioning to Will. He seemed mesmerized by autopsy, and also a bit scared of it at the same time.

We walked back through the door and stepped back into the elevator.

"So what did you think of Gibbs?" I asked.

"He seemed nice, I guess," Will said.

"A bit intimidating, too, huh?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said, smiling. I guessed he didn't want to be the only one to say it. The doors opened to the Bullpen. It looked like a normal office, or it would without the criminals' wall. I led him to the right out of the elevators and we approached Gibbs' teams' desks.

"Hey, Will," Tim said, looking up from his computer.

"Hi, Tim," Will said, waving. On the plane ride back they talked about computers and video games and what they're high scores were. Timmy had definitely had a good time talking to Will about them and vice versa.

"Hi, Will, I'm Anthony DiNozzo," Tony said. "But you can call me Tony. Do you like movies?"

I laughed and Kate rolled her eyes at me. "Ignore Tony," she said to Will. "That's how I get by. I'm Kate Todd," she said.

Will didn't really know what to say, so he looked over at me. Then Katie got up from Gibbs' desk. "Hi, Will, I'm Kate too, but everyone here calls me Katie," she said. "How old are you?" she asked. Katie could be very blunt, just like her father.

"I'm ten," he said.

"Have you met my dad yet?" she asked him.

"Is your dad Gibbs?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said.

"I met him downstairs when I was waiting to meet Ducky," Will told her.

"Did Ducky have any dead bodies on his tables?" Katie asked him.

"No," Will said.

"Good," Katie said. "I have some health homework I need help with. Ducky always helps me with it. I'm gonna go see him. I'll see you later, guys," she said to all of us and grabbed a sheet of paper and went to the elevators.

"So, Will, what's your favorite movie?" Tony asked, still not giving up on the subject.

"Um, I don't know. Abby and I used to watch a lot of movies together and I liked a lot of those," Will said.

Tony looked at me. "You never told me you were a movie freak!" he said.

"I used to be, but now, I'm a science freak," I told him. His face fell.

"I just can't believe you never told me," he said, faking sadness that made me, Kate, and Timmy all laugh.

"Tony, you'll get over it," Kate told him.

"I liked the Harry Potter movies and The Santa Clause movies and Ice Age," Will said.

"Harry Potter was awesome, huh?" Tony said, his face lighting up again.

"Yeah, totally. I even got the game for Christmas from Abby," he said, looking over at me, his bright green eyes shining as he talked to his new friend.

"I'll have to take you to see the third one," Tony said. "That is, if it's okay with your sister."

"It's fine with me. Just make sure it's a weekend, so Gibbs doesn't fire you," I said, smiling.

"Can I come, too?" Katie asked, surprising me, I hadn't even noticed she'd come back. But then, she was a Gibbs.

"Sure, of course. Maybe we'll even make it a team thing and we'll all go see it together," Tony said.

I just watched while they all talked and laughed. Tony was making fun of Kate because she hadn't seen either of the Harry Potter movies yet. I smiled at Will when he looked over at me. He came over to me.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing," I said. "I'm just really happy you're here," I told him, ruffling his hair like used to.

"I'm happy I'm here, too. I like your work," he told me.

"That's good cause you're probably going to be spending a lot of time here," I said.

"So, are you gonna come?" he asked.

"Where?"

"To movie night at Tony's on Friday with Tony, Tim, and Katie," he said.

"Only if Kate goes," I said. Kate turned around.

"Movie night at Tony's? Are you crazy?" she asked.

"Come on, please, Kate?" I begged.

"Yeah, please?" Will said.

Kate looked at him. "What is it with you and your sister? You think you can just give me that look and I'll do whatever you want?" Will just tilted his head a bit to the side. My brother was a natural.

Kate sighed, "What time?' she asked. Will just smiled.

"Seven thirty," Tony said, having over-heard the conversation.

"I'll be there," Kat said.

A/N: Ok, so what did you guys think? I know, it wasn't the best ending, but I didn't know how to end it, so I just stopped it there. I really want reviews!! If you don't review, it's not going to get updated! So please, please, please review!! Thanks!!