Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews so far! I tried to keep the characters as close as possible to their norm given the situation but if they're a bit off – well sorry :P I tried! Anyway, on to the next chapter! Rating for swearing and violence. Disclaimer: I don't own any Harry Potter or NCIS character!

Gibbs practically threw his phone at McGee who was watching him with surprise. "Trace that last call McGee!" Gibbs ordered standing up and crossing to McGee's desk.

"What's going on boss?" Tony asked looking over at Gibbs. He could see the concern and worry emanating from Gibbs as he went to stand over McGee and watch him work.

McGee brought up his boss' phone number and saw that Abby had just called him. He didn't pause in his work but wondered what was going on. They had seen him go from calm to rigid and worried as he listened to the phone. When Gibbs had threatened the person on the other end of the phone, all three of them had wondered what was going on. McGee realized that it had something to do with Abby and he hopped that whatever was happening, she was alright.

Gibbs didn't answer right away as McGee's trace went to work. He soon had the location Abby had called from up on his computer screen. "There boss."

"Plasma. Try to see if you can track them with traffic cameras." Gibbs ordered as he crossed to stand in front of the large TV.

"Gibbs?" Ziva asked, her patience wearing thin.

"Abby's been abducted." Gibbs explained shortly. "McGee!" Gibbs shouted turning to the flustered agent who was typing on his keyboard as fast as he could.

"I'm trying boss!" McGee tried to assure him. Gibbs just glared at him.

"Abby?" Tony asked sounding more concerned than before. "What? Why?"

"I don't know DiNozzo." Gibbs intoned sounding irritated.

"Right." Tony nodded and looked over at McGee. "Come on Tim, every second counts here!" His worry was evident by the use of McGee's first name instead of one of the many nicknames Tony had for him.

A few more seconds passed where the only sound was McGee's frantic typing. "Got it!" McGee declared and enlarged the video feed on the plasma to show Abby exiting a black expedition and running for the sidewalk. They could see her digging in her purse and withdrawing her cell phone. She placed the call that was to Gibbs and the four agents watched horrified as the SUV and big burly men chased her down and grabbed her up again. When the second man shot a hypodermic needle into her arm, an audible hiss of anger was heard from the team.

"Try to track them through the traffic cams McGee." Gibbs ordered as the SUV left the scene.

McGee was already working on that but he lost them after three turns. They had managed to make their license plates blurred and illegible to the cameras and blended in with the other governmental vehicles lining the streets of DC. McGee sat back in frustration and ran his hand over his face as he realized he had lost them. He was at a loss to explain the license plate fuzz – none of the urban myths about doing that actually worked after all. Gibbs realized it at the same time and knew it wasn't McGee's fault, but he was too filled with urgency to try to find Abby.

"Try again!" He ordered McGee before turning to look at Tony. "DiNozzo! Find out who they are! Ziva, find out if there has been any threats made against Abby lately."

"On it boss!" The three agents spoke in unison and quickly got to their tasks. Gibbs looked up at the balcony to see Vance standing there looking down at him. His gaze was riveted on the plasma as he processed what he was seeing. Gibbs saw that his team was going about their tasks with determined and urgent air before he quickly made his way up the stairs towards the NCIS Director.

"Does this mean what I think it does?" Vance asked as Gibbs approached him.

Gibbs nodded. "She managed to get a call to me but they took her before we could do anything. We've lost the car in the traffic." Gibbs added sounding understandably angry.

"I'll get a notice out to all agencies that an NCIS agent is being held captive." Vance assured Gibbs and started towards MTAC. Gibbs made to follow him but Vance shook his head and pointed down to the bullpen. "Go and help them. I want my forensic scientist back." Vance disappeared into MTAC before Gibbs could retort that he wanted Abby back probably more than him.

~HP/NCIS~

Across the pond, as the saying goes, two men were sitting at their desks going over stacks and stacks of reports. One had red hair and was tall while the other had raven locks that forever was messy and wore glasses. They were currently working on a case that long had many Aurors scratching their heads.

With a sigh of frustration and throwing his report back on his desk – almost making the precariously balanced set of report tip over – Brian Abernathy got up from his desk. "We're getting nowhere with this!" Abernathy told his partner a little testily. "What's the point of looking through these again?"

"To find a pattern. He has to have a pattern," Harry Potter retorted not even looking up from his papers. The Ministry had assigned him this case and he was going to do it to the best of his ability.

"Harry, let's just call it a day. There's nothing new here." Abernathy tried to plead. "It's not like they actually expect you to find anything." He added a bit quietly.

Harry finally looked up at his partner and Abernathy saw that Harry's eyes were hard and determined. He held Abernathy's gaze for several minutes before Abernathy looked away. "Keep looking."

"Harry-." Abernathy tried again to appeal to his partner that they weren't going to make any major breakthroughs. And that there was still time to leave the office and have a social life.

"Here, look through this one. Maybe Hanson missed something." Harry pushed a new sheaf of parchment on Abernathy's desk from his own massive pile.

Abernathy looked at the harmless piece of paper like it was viper waiting to strike. "We've been over them a million times already! I doubt we'll find anything new." Abernathy leveled his gaze at Harry who was now looking at him grimly. "We won't find anything new." Abernathy shook his head and sat down again but refused to touch the report Harry had given him. He glared at Harry as if daring the younger man to try to make him read it.

Harry sighed before shaking his head and putting his own report in the read stack. He missed his old partner, hell he missed when he had been able to operate alone. Abernathy never saw things the way Harry did and never did anything but make sure Harry Potter, the bloody Boy-Who-Gets-Extreme-Reactions-From-People, in check and away from other people besides Aurors. Harry grabbed the next report and saw that a picture came with it.

"You're wasting your time you know," Abernathy told him as he swept the parchment before him into one pile that he could stuff into the folder again.

Harry just ignored him as he read. Abernathy shook his head at Harry and started muttering to himself as Harry started searching through his read pile for a document he had read earlier. Abernathy finally paid attention as Harry found what he was looking for and compared the two reports. Abernathy watched as a smile stretched across Harry's face who then flipped the two reports to show Abernathy.

"Look. I found his pattern." Harry handed the reports to Abernathy who looked at them blankly.

"What?"

Harry sighed as he rolled his eyes. "Right there." He pointed at the spot he noticed. "He's been spotted in Washington DC three times in the last four months. The Muggles don't know who they are looking at obviously but he's there."

"This is from two months ago Harry," Abernathy said shaking the report. "You can't expect him to still be there."

"It's a lead-."

"An out of date lead." Abernathy retorted tossing the report from him and shaking his head.

"But this one isn't." Harry snapped pointing at the other report.

Abernathy looked and saw the date. He looked at it in surprise and then at Harry and sighed, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples. He just had to be assigned to be fucking Harry Potter's partner. "We're going to America aren't we?" He asked even though he already knew the answer.

"As soon as I get Williams to sign off on it," Harry said already on his way to the Head Auror's office.

Abernathy just groaned before accepting the inevitable. Even with the firestorm going on around Harry right now, they would probably be heading to America. "This just keeps getting better." He groaned as he closed the file.