AN: Hi guys. I just want to thank you for the reviews I got and all the alerts/favourites for me and my story you guys are awesome! I do just want to say that this next part is actually set 3 years on from the past chapter, but all the details have basically stayed the same, I just needed to move on for the sake of some of the characters lives... Enjoy.

Chapter 2 – Investigations

The man was running through the dark backstreets of Washington DC periodically checking behind him to see if he was still being pursued, he had already been injured on his legs and arms and so he could not keep up his pace as he normally could. He could still see the person who was seemingly swooping up behind him, he could tell he was losing ground swiftly to the person, but didn't understand how. He glanced around as he ran, there was no one but homeless people on these streets at night as no one wanted to be seen here, he saw that there was a turning up ahead. He didn't know where it would lead, but he knew he couldn't keep this pace up and with the person still gaining on him, he would have to stop soon. He took a risk, and decided to take the turn right by Peppi's Pizza. Turning the corner, he realised it was a mistake. He knew he had seconds, so he tried to hide behind the dumpster he saw in the dead end before him. Shaking slightly but trying to be quiet, he watched as the man, he could definitely see it was a man now, walking calmly to the alleyway entrance. He watched as he drew a stick from his pocket, then his eyes glowed eerily in the dark alley, before a green light and the world was no more.

"DiNozzo! Wake up, dead marine!" Gibbs shouted walking into the bullpen. "On it boss!" replied Tony DiNozzo as he got up and followed Gibbs to the truck alongside Tim McGee and Ziva David. Arriving at the scene after a rather bumpy ride, they saw the marine was lying behind a dumpster in a back alleyway. This did not look good, they each went to their respective jobs, already knowing even before Gibbs had opened his mouth what they should do. Finally Ducky arrived on the scene, with his ever present assistant Palmer.

"Well hello Jethro, now what have we here," said Ducky staring at the body in confusion. "Well he died at around midnight last night. He has all these little wound markings, but these would not have killed him and otherwise there is no obvious reason why he might have died, he's kind of just dead I will have to do more examinations on him." This had Gibbs worried, Ducky was never this quiet, he always had some kind of explanation or story. Gibbs patted Ducky on the shoulder and said "sure Duck."

The body was taken away and his team continued to investigate the alleyway, more and more confused as there was just no real evidence. Tony was bending down inspecting behind the dumpster again when he saw what looked like a very polished stick, he was inspecting it without moving it when suddenly instead of the alleyway he saw another scene overlaid in front of him. He was standing in an alley similar to this one chasing down a suspect when the man pulled out a wooden stick. He had laughed and carried on moving forward. Suddenly his vision stopped and came back to the alleyway as a hand fell on his shoulder.

"DiNozzo, you ok?" Jethro asked.

"Yes Boss, I just found this erm stick, was just about to take it to evidence," Tony replied regaining his equilibrium quickly.

"Ok, then let's get back to NCIS."

The retreated back to the navy yard, and started gaining intelligence on the dead marine.

"His name was Sergeant Hanel living in Colorado normally works for the deep space radar telemetry program" said Tony. Gibbs out of the corner of his eye saw Vance suddenly go up to his office after listening to his special agent. As soon as his team saw he was distracted, they went back to work knowing exactly what should be done. Jethro himself took the stairs to Vance's office to find out more.

Vance sat down in his office, he knew Gibbs would be up here after him. Sighing slightly he waited for the inevitable.

"Vance, what the hell was that?" said Gibbs walking with purpose through his office door.

"Gibbs, I unfortunately need to ask Sec Nav if I can divulge what is happening and who that man really is and if I do manage to get permission there will be non-disclosure forms all around." Gibbs did not look happy at this explanation.

"Well I'm going to carry on the investigation as best I can until you manage to divulge the critical information needed," with that he stalked out of Vance's office. With that he went down to see Abby knowing she'd at least have the preliminaries done on the evidence, what little evidence there was.

"Abbs, whad'ya got?" said Gibbs as he walked through the forensic scientists lab door. Abby turned round to regard him.

"Well at the moment very little, we have as you know only had the evidence for an hour," she replied frowning. Then turning her frown into a smile she continued "however, this for lack of another term stick, does have finger prints on it and I'm running them right now." Gibbs smiled at her "knew you'd have something Abbs," giving her a Caf-Pow to make her already large smile larger. He walked out of her lab with a grin moving onto Autopsy where Ducky would have started the autopsy immediately.

"Ah Jethro, bad news I'm afraid, I have still yet to find anything to actually say his cause of death. He is medically just not alive. I still have some tests to run, but for the moment I simply cannot give you more than that," said Ducky frowning. Jethro looked at his friend worryingly. He knew this was hard on Ducky, it was always hard on Ducky when he couldn't give Jethro good news.

"Don't worry about it Duck, we'll just wait for those test results," he said trying to help his friend.

"Who are you and what have you done with Leroy Jethro Gibbs?" asked Ducky incredulously, he had only heard Jethro speak in such a way a couple of times and it was scaring him slightly that this was one of those.

"I'm still him, Duck, I'll talk to you later." With that Jethro stalked out of the lab, smiling slightly.

Tony, Ziva and Tim sat quietly each trying to find out more information before Gibbs returned. Each getting more and more frustrated as they found less and less.

Tim was investigating the research facility in Colorado where the man had allegedly worked. There was absolutely no information on it, the most he had was the names of the people who worked there. He sighed knowing that he would gain no more information on it unless he used his hacking skills, but he was unwilling to do so unless Gibbs specifically asked him to.

Tony meanwhile was trying to track down the victim's last route before his death, and whether there was any type of video surveillance that he could gain that would tell them more about the victim and his attacker. Luckily for him he found that there was a surveillance monitor just outside the pizza place near the alleyway the man was found in. Tony started smiling, knowing he would at least have something to show for the mornings work, even if it wasn't as much as there should have been.

Ziva meanwhile was trying to track down the next of kin for the deceased, but it did not seem as though the man had actually got any family at all. He seemed to be married to his work, and all his details said was that they should contact the man's direct boss as next of kin.

They all looked up to see Jethro moving back into the bullpen. Tim started talking "Ok, the victim as we know works in the deep space radar telemetry program, I have been researching more on this unit and it is incredibly secret, with only the names of the people working there divulged."

Tony started talking "well Tim might not have anything, but I found out that Peppi's pizza near the alleyway has a surveillance camera by it, so I have requested all tapes from last night should be delivered to Abby in about one hour."

"His next of kin is listed as his boss General Hammond, I have not yet managed to speak to him as he is apparently dealing with an emergency." Ziva finished their briefing. They all realised they really had nothing to show for the whole mornings work and they all stood disillusioned. Jethro looked at his team, if his team felt like this then he knew this case was going to be a tough nut to crack.

"Good job guys," he said feeling like it was the twilight zone as he tried to be nice for the second time that day. "Vance will hopefully be able to tell us more information on the deep space radar facility as he seems to know something we don't. All of you out of here for lunch."

Tony, Ziva and Tim looked at each other confused, but without saying a word they picked up their possessions and moved out of the navy yard to find some lunch. Jethro hoped that Vance would come back with their information soon as he knew he was acting strange, Ducky was acting strange, Tony and Ziva weren't bickering and Tony wasn't picking on McGee.

Later that night, Tony found himself at Jethro's house. He parked up outside, and after a minute he walked into the large house. He knew he'd find Gibbs downstairs, so he walked to where the entrance to the basement was and sat on the steps leading down to where the boat was to be found.

"DiNozzo," said Jethro, momentarily taking his attention from the boat to glance at his senior field agent. Tony looked tired and anguished so he put down his sander, and went to sit down on the one chair that there actually was in the basement. They sat in silence for awhile both thinking about the current case.

"Boss, I had a kind of flashback today. When I went to inspect that piece of wood, I could see other images" said Tony staring into space. Jethro was worried, that usually didn't happen to people unless they'd gone through a stressful problem in life and he knew that although Tony had many stresses and problems none of them would really have been enough to cause this kind of problem.

"What were the images, Tony?" asked Jethro. If Tony had noticed the use of his first name he didn't say anything about it.

"I..I don't know," Tony finally replied confused. "I was standing in an alleyway just like the one today and there was a man, a man with a stick. That was all that happened. I don't remember that ever happening, but the memory seems familiar. Gibbs, what's happening to me?"

By this time Jethro had moved up to sit next to Tony. "I don't know Tony, but I promise we will find out. Is it ok if we talk to Ducky about this?"

"Yeah I guess, I don't want this to go further than it needs though."

"Of course Tony," Jethro said gently. "Now why don't you go to the guest room and go to bed, you still have some stuff here so there should be enough to tide you over until tomorrow."

"Ok." Tony walked up to the guest room and immediately fell asleep on the bed.


Hermione, Ron and Harry had spent the last three years studying and studying and more studying to get to the point they were now. They were now on actual work experience at the research centre for Spell Crafting in Washington DC the best spell crafting research centre in the world. They had all wanted to travel and yet still get experience and learn spell crafting. They had also never forgotten the meeting they had with the President of the United States and they had all wanted to see more of America. They had made sure that they could all legally move to America even though they were British citizens. It turned out that being from the Wizarding world did have its perks as they could more easily move to different countries as the Wizarding world was quite small in comparison to the Muggle world. There was a small Wizarding community not far from where they had taken a Muggle apartment.

Harry was sitting alone in his room, Hermione and Ron were again on a date, and he had decided to carry on with their collective project while they were out. He stared at the complicated symbols in front of him, it turned out that spell crafting was quite a complicated process that took an awful lot of effort to do. This was of course why spell crafters were rare, and even rarer were new spells. He carried on doing the equations necessary. They were not doing any normal project at the research centre. You were allowed to pick your own research there and the 'Golden trio' had decided to work together and explore the consequences and possibilities of enhancing the Wizarding world by charming Muggle objects. They knew that it could be done, as obviously Ron and Harry had gone flying in a car. However, they felt that it would benefit them all if Muggle objects could be used in areas where a lot of magic was used such as the Ministry of Magic, St Mungo's and of course Hogwarts. There were of course many other countries that would benefit from this as well especially America. They had all learnt to use a computer and had all made a huge effort to keep up to date with the Muggle world, which was of course the reason for renting a Muggle apartment instead of an apartment in a magical area. They had as well been experimenting on various equipment trying to make it run in a magical area. They first though that they could use a laptop to do this experimentation, but quickly realised that this would in turn be far more expensive than needed. Instead they started small with a simple calculator. They were getting closer and closer to solving the problem, at least for small objects like a calculator. However, they still had a whole pile of broken ones in the corner of their apartment.

They all of course kept up to date with the happenings of the Wizarding world through owl newspaper post, and they also kept in touch with their local Auror team. They had seen too much and been through too much to leave their guard down completely.

Suddenly an owl flew through the window landing right neatly on a perch. Harry glanced up as the owl swooped in, with a bad feeling in his gut he stood up and took the letter it was carrying. He gave the owl a treat, and it sped on its way, obviously not looking for a reply from him. He inspected the front of the letter. It was addressed to them all, and the seal on the letter seemed to be from their local Auror team. He did not think that this was a good thing. He opened it quickly and glancing through its contents, he sat down abruptly. He quickly texted Hermione's phone, mobile phones were good for some things he mused. Half an hour later Hermione and Ron were home. Both glancing at him, they sat down on either side of him. Hermione read the letter aloud.

Dear Mr Potter, Miss Granger and Mr Weasley,

Yesterday night an Avada Kedavra spell was detected in the city of Washington DC at approximately midnight. We are notifying you to make sure you are careful and do not under any circumstances go anywhere alone. If you want to help us, you can but you must come into the office to talk with us first. We also might have an assignment for you if you do wish to help.

Mildred Grav

Office of the DC Aurors

They were all quiet for awhile before Hermione broke the silence "So are we helping?" she asked smiling as she already knew the answer.

"Yes," replied Harry and Ron simultaneously. They all looked at each other and despite the fact that it was a grave subject, laughed as they were now again investigating as they always used to.


"Colonel O'Neill!" both Sam and Jack looked up and shouted "Yes sir!" They looked at each other and laughed, and then immediately stood to attention again. General Hammond sighed "at ease."

"We have a situation, I have just been informed that one of the Marine Sergeants is missing. We are officially going into lockdown until the whole base has been searched." As he said these words, the whole base did in fact go into lock down including all the procedures such as gate room shut down and locking the outside doors. Jack sat down, he hated lockdown it was the dullest most boring part of working at Stargate command.

Unfortunately for Jack the base was a damn big base and it took the whole of the day and well into the night to search. Sam spent the day in her lab trying to do her work with Jack bugging her every minute though that was pretty much out of the question.

"Ok so what do you want to do, other than get out of here," she asked as he picked up something else in her lab and almost broke it. He put the object down.

"Wellll we could get Teal'c and Daniel and watch films in the guest quarters?" he asked. Sam thought it over, it was a pretty good idea, and it would shut Jack up a little bit.

"Ok sure." Jack looked surprised "whoah you never cave that easily!"

"Well take it before I change my mind," she said flirtingly.

"Lead on my lovely wife, lead on," and with that they walked out of her lab arm in arm smiling to find Daniel and Teal'c. They had all fallen asleep by the time the lockdown was over, and General Hammond decided just to leave them until they woke up and tell them the news in the morning.


AN: Yes ok I know a lot of NCIS in this chapter, and not as much SG and HP. However, next chapter, there will be very definitely more of each. I just needed to set the scene properly in NCIS. Hope you all enjoyed :)