Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS, nor do I own Harry Potter. But I like to play, and who better to play with than Harry and Gibbs?

A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! As for the new characters – I just couldn't help myself, sorry! Okay, guys, here it comes. But, wait a sec…

HiddenByFaeries – Gibbs/Severus will definitely get it on… but, as they both are well, harsh and a bit reserved, it won't be so simple.

Anaconda Venom – What gave you that impression? The fact that Harry compared them to a mother and father? No, no… I plan on mixing the pairings from two fandoms, so most of the pairings that you'll encounter in this story will have one part from the HP side and the other from NCIS.

little-bast – Sev most likely will, Remus… no idea yet. Maybe. Sirius? I don't think so, but… my imagination sometimes goes wild, so I'm not sure about that. Abby – hehe… wait and see. And they'll find out about magic soon.

MorbidMandy – glad you like it.

mithrilandtj – Oh, I hope so.

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CHAPTER 9 – A LOS ANGELES JOB, PT 1.

It was already close to the morning when everyone said their goodbyes. Severus, Remus and Bill waited a bit longer to be able to walk into some shadowed alley and inconspicuously apparate to Britain. Gibbs was the only one who stayed, claiming that he wanted to help Harry clean up. Harry, of course, agreed – even though he knew he could've done it quicker with magic. But Gibbs obviously had something on his mind, so Harry decided to just let him speak. He didn't have to wait long.

"Look," Gibbs started, sighing deeply. "I know there is something-" He paused and after a moment of hesitation continued. "Something you're not telling me." Harry looked at him with a blank face and wondered what he could say that would be honest and still not too revealing. "I know you'll tell me when you can, it's just… I'm not a very patient man."

"I know." Harry stated. "I- I have no idea where to start." He sighed.

Gibbs stared at his nephew for a moment. Harry was sitting on the couch, nervously fumbling with his hair band. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Start with Hedwig." Gibbs advised.

That was not something Harry expected. "Huh?" He said.

"I've never known anyone who owns an owl, Harry. I think it might be a pretty safe topic, for now." Gibbs explained.

Harry laughed bitterly. "There's no safe topics when it comes to me. My life is a whole bunch of freaking threads, tangled so tight, that you'd have to cut them to make something out of it."

"So tug at one of these threads, and let's see where it leads us." Gibbs proposed and made himself comfortable. Then looked around. "Where is she anyway?"

"Hedwig?" Harry smiled. "I let her out, she likes to have a bit of freedom to hunt and just fly around." He explained. "Before you ask, she was actually a birthday gift, the first birthday gift I ever received." He sighed happily, staring blankly at the wall somewhere behind Gibbs.

"What do you mean 'first gift'? How old is she?"

"I don't really know." Harry decided to start with the easier question. "But she's been with me for over eleven years."

"You mean to tell me, that you've never received a present until you were eleven?" There was a hint of anger and something else in Gibbs' voice. Disappointment, Harry decided.

"Yeah," He admitted. "Aunt Petunia and Vernon, they weren't much of a family. Living with them was like, I don't know, like living with strangers. We didn't share our feelings, or actually talk much." Well, apart from giving me my list of chores, Harry thought, but he didn't voice his musings.

Gibbs growled angrily, deep in thought. "I have to talk to them." He decided.

"Please don't." Harry said. "I don't hold it against them. I didn't want to live with them, they didn't want to live with me. That's all there's to it. Just, please, leave it be."

Gibbs looked at him inquiringly but sighed. "For now." He agreed. "So why an owl?"

"It's actually pretty simple. At school, we could only have owls, or toads, or cats as pets." Harry explained.

Gibbs raised his brows. "You're kidding, right?"

Harry shook his head with a smile on his face. "Nope."

"Like a witch school." Gibbs laughed and Harry stared. However, before he managed to say something, his phone rang.

"Potter," He said simply, then listened for a few minutes, Gibbs studying him carefully. "I'll be there in ten." He said and hung up. "Sorry, we'll have to reschedule. Duty calls. A case in LA, I have to pack."

Gibbs stood up and hugged him briefly.

"Just be careful Harry, I don't want to lose you, too." He said.

"Of course. Careful is my middle name." Gibbs snorted. "I'm so excited! My first real case!"

Gibbs merely grunted and mumbled something about rookie enthusiasm. "Remember, Harry, this conversation is not over."

-ooo000ooo—

There were hands roaming all over his body, greedy, warm and teasing. Everything was black around him, but Severus didn't know whether it was because he shut his eyes, or simply it was so dark. A finger slowly circled his nipple and he drew a ragged breath. He felt a tongue lapping on his other nipple and instantly became hard. There was no sound in the room, but the rustling of sheets and heavy breathing. Suddenly, it was too overwhelming – he struggled to open his eyes and managed to get a glimpse of icy-blue eyes just before he woke up.

He untangled himself from the sheets and got up, heading for the cold shower.

-ooo000ooo—

Tony was already there, when Harry showed up. Jenny handed them a file, let them skim through it quickly and ushered them towards the floo in her office.

"Someone will tell you more on the other side!" She shouted as they walked into the green flames.

The situation was as follows: A daughter of a wealthy journalist was kidnapped late in the evening. By morning, there was no calls, nothing, but an empty vial of veritaserum discarded in the trashcan. The general belief was that her father stumbled upon some information that potentially could reveal a political scandal and the girl was interrogated to reveal it, but Harry felt that they were missing something.

"Why would someone, who is obviously a wizard, get mixed up in muggle politics?" He asked Tony as they emerged from the fireplace.

"That's a very good question." A voice greeted them, and once again Harry found himself staring at an amazingly sexy guy. He groaned inwardly – maybe America was a great place to work, but it definitely did nothing to calm his raging hormones. The guy was handsome, but at the same time felt completely different than Tony or Kort. Kort emanated this wild magnetism, Tony was a pretty boy, and this guy – he appeared to be a typical bad boy, well as bad as one can be working as an agent anyway. He was only a bit taller than Harry himself, definitely shorter than Tony or Trent, but his muscles were more pronounced, perhaps due to his posture, or, more likely, to the tight shirt he was wearing. He had a crew cut hairstyle, which Harry never found particularly interesting, but now… well, lets just say he might reconsider. His icy blue eyes reminded him of Gibbs – they were focused, knowledgeable, but still held a mischievous spark. He went through a lot but still knew how to have fun – was Harry's final conclusion.

The woman next to him was an inch shorter than him. She had a bright smile and equally bright, red hair, the shade that screamed 'Weasley'. Her eyes were very curious, jumping back and forth between Harry and Tony. Harry's guess was – she was new.

"Hi, I'm agent Callen, this is Miss Jones, our Analyst."

"It's Nell, please. I feel old, when they call me that." The girl explained.

"Hey," Callen cut in. "You know you will never look older than you do now."

"Yeah, but it doesn't change the fact that I will get older." She countered. Seeing the baffled looks on Harry's and Tony's faces she laughed.

"I'm part pixie, that means I get older only… spiritually." She explained awkwardly.

"You do look a lot like a pixie." Harry admitted. "I'm Harry, that's Tony." He said, skipping all the typical formalities.

"In that case," Callen cut in. "I'm G."

"Hey, you're Gibbs' friend G.!" Tony realized.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that." G. seemed surprised.

"Great!" Harry chimed in. "I can't wait to hear all of my uncle's dirty little secrets. But work first, pleasure later." With that he seated himself at one of the chairs.

"Uncle?" G. mouthed to Tony, who only smirked.

-ooo000ooo—

Severus showered quickly, still a bit aroused after his dream. Coming out of the bathroom, he wasn't expecting to stumble upon one smirking werewolf sprawled across his sofa. Said werewolf sniffed once, narrowing his eyes.

"I honestly hope it was not my godson who caused your little problem, Severus." He smiled toothily. "You have enough explaining to do as it is."

"Oh, come on!" Severus shouted in exasperation. "It was only one kiss!"

"Only?" He said teasingly. "In this case one kiss at all is one kiss too many."

-ooo000ooo—

"So what is our plan?" Harry asked after an hour of going through several possible scenarios.

"Well, our best shot is to visit one of our sources." G. explained.

"Great, lets do it!" Harry and Tony agreed.

"I'll arrange a meeting." Nell offered and disappeared.

Fifteen minutes later their car drew up in front of the old-looking house. Before they managed to knock on the door, it opened revealing a very tall woman with dark chocolate skin and warm brown eyes.

"You must be Harry," She focused solely on him, completely ignoring the others. "I'm Myra. It's very nice to meet you."

"The pleasure's all mine." Harry replied politely.

"Please, come inside." She stepped into the house leaving the door open for them.

"It's very nice to meet you, too!" Tony shouted after her in a hurt voice earning snickers from G. and Nell.

-ooo000ooo—

Okay, guys, that's all for now. But, I have so much planned I can't wait to write it, so… hopefully I'll post the new chapter soon. In the meantime, let me know what you think?