NCIS? Why did that sound familiar? Perhaps it was a tv show. That made sense considering he didn't see many television programs thanks to his tendency to short out any form of technology. Just another perk of being a card carrying member of the White Council. "I know all about having crazy deadlines," The kind of deadlines that put serious emphasis on the word 'dead,' "So I can understand the use of such an abbreviated form of a name. I just hope I won't get struck with 'Ha' for a moniker."
"Sounds like my kind of place. I don't really get out to Baltimore much. My work in Chicago usually keeps me rather busy." It didn't take long for him to end up with a puddle in his palm. "Or it did." Harry deposited the collection of water into the snow and took hold of his staff once again. "I've actually had all I can stand of snow. It's never usually a good sign in my life." Case in point, he is dragged from his home to a veritable prison and it's snowing. Lucky him.