Note: There will be no 'Gary Sues'. The four boys in this that aren't HP characters have only one special skill and that's it. Magus (Greg) does not have unlimited power, as one can only do so much with magic and he only has a limited amount, like everyone else. Eyes (Danny) can do a limited amount of spells, but nothing very high level as his power lies in his visions. The other two will be explained in the upcoming chapters. These beginning chapters are probably going to be the shortest ones as they are just introducing the main characters. Enjoy!

Chapter Three

Special Agent Gibbs was in a bad mood. He had to work with the New York Crime Lab on the latest case, and he hated working with others. They were usually annoying and incompetent. But then, this Mac Taylor was apparently an ex-Marine as well, so maybe it wouldn't be too bad. Although this Italian CSI he was supposed to be bringing along would probably be somewhat annoying,

"Hey!" Gibbs yelled, startling his team. "We've got two CSIs that are going to be here any minute. What do you got?"

McGee glanced at his computer, where he had been furiously typing. "Almost got the vic's cell records, Boss."

"Vic would be one Petty Officer James Smith. Age twenty-six, been in service for eight years. He had four months until honorable discharge," Tony DiNozzo said from his desk. "I have his records here." He left out the fact that the petty officer was a trained Auror, as he was pretty sure no one there would understand him anyway.

"My contacts do not have anything, but they are on the lookout for any suspicious characters," Ziva said.

Tony raised an eyebrow. "You have contacts in New York?"

"You will find that I have contacts just about everywhere, Special Agent DiNozzo," she replied teasingly.

So did he, but he wasn't about to tell them that. At that moment, two new people stepped out of the elevator and walked into the bullpen. One was most obviously in charge, and the other was actually rather familiar to Tony.

Mac Taylor walked up to Gibbs, holding out a hand. "CSI Mac Taylor," he introduced. "And my companion, Danny Messer."

Danny gave a small wave, but headed straight for Tony's desk, taking a seat upon it. "Hey Kitten," he said softly. Tony scowled at the name, having had been stuck with it since right after meeting the other three boys. "Somethin's come up."

"What?" Tony asked quietly, glancing at the others, who were all paying attention to Taylor. Danny revealed the information and Tony gave a small sigh before studying his little 'brother'. "What happened to you?" he asked, eyeing the angry red scar across Danny's throat.

The CSI shrugged slightly. "Case went bad." He didn't offer much other than that, but then, Tony didn't question it. They all had their bad cases. He had, after all, gotten the plague from one…

Tony DiNozzo was a wizard. Or, rather, he had been a wizard up until his father had figured that little detail out. Anthony DiNozzo Senior had been fascinated by that prospect and had efficiently ruined his son's chances of a normal life (well, as normal as a wizarding life could get) by the time the boy was twelve.

Being the owner of a large biomedical facility, DiNozzo Sr. had issued the orders to conduct many experiments on his son. The result? Tony had undergone a strange transformation. He had been a natural animagi, his form that of a panther. But his father's experiments had blocked the magic in his body from flowing correctly. He couldn't access the magic to do any spells other than that of the transformations. He was, however, permanently stuck with the effects of the panther. He could see through the cat's eyes, hear with the cat's ears. He had its balance and grace, and temper at that.

When he was twelve, he had gotten away from his father, subsequently getting himself disowned. Sirius Black had found him when he was fourteen, after two years of living on the street. Tony, believing he had no other choice, went back to the UK with him. And found himself to have a family. When he turned eighteen, he had returned to the States and become a cop.

Unfortunately, being for all intents and purposes, part cat, he didn't stay in one place for very long. His abilities tended to come out and he would be forced to move on. And then he had been found by Gibbs.

He had expected everything to go down the same way it always had. But Gibbs and the rest of the team hadn't cared about his strange abilities. He didn't try to show them, playing himself off as a goof-off jock, but when he slipped they just seemed to ignore it.

He had been with this team for a little over five years now, and was happy here. But the war in the UK was starting up again, and he could help with it. Even if he had no magic at his disposal, he had skills and he couldn't deny it.

Mac Taylor and Gibbs were actually getting along pretty well. But, glancing around, the two were surprised to find Danny sitting on Tony's desk and the two immersed in a quiet conversation, although it wouldn't have mattered if they could hear it anyway. The two were speaking in Italian.

"Did you know they knew each other?" Taylor asked with a frown.

Gibbs shook his head.

"We meeting at Ravenshold?" Tony asked, ignoring the eyes of the others. They had finally caught on that something was going on.

Danny shrugged. "Magus said he'd call."

"Right," Tony sighed, rubbing at his eyes. "How do you propose we get Cub? Kidnapping?"

Danny snorted. "Yeah, that'd go over well. We'll figure it out." He glanced at his boss, seeing the confused frown and sighed. "As for right now, we have ta deal with them," he said, jerking his thumb in the direction of the team and his boss.

"Right. Dead petty officer," Tony mumbled, turning back to his computer when it beeped at him, informing him of some incoming computer. Danny was blocking the screen, so he grabbed his 'brother's' hips and manually moved him to the side. "Hey Boss!" he called. "Smith had a fiancé that went missing the night of his death."

"And I'm just hearing about this now?" Gibbs asked, deciding it best to ignore the odd behavior of his senior agent and the CSI.

Tony shrugged. "Just heard about it." They'd worry about the war when Magus called them back. Until then, they had a job to do.