An early update as a belated 'Happy Bungie Day' gift. If you don't know what Bungie is, that's fine. Please expect the next update around the 19th.

Disclaimer: I own neither NCIS nor Harry Potter.

Abby hurriedly narrowed her eyes at the screen, trying to get some last minute work done before Harry picked her up for the baby shower in a few minutes. The latest case was solved, evidence collected, court in a few days, but that did not mean that Abby didn't have work to do.

Harry quietly snuck up behind her and looked at the screen. "Monosodium? Missing a piece to MSG, aren't we?"

Abby jumped, then turned to glare menacingly at him. "You take too much after Gibbs."

"Aw, Abby. I thought I that was a good thing," Harry replied humorously, sounding exactly like Gibbs.

Abby again narrowed her eyes, this time in suspicion. "You aren't using magic to do that are you?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Abby, I've known Gibbs all my life. I think I can mimic him perfectly by now."

"Is that so, Harry?" Gibbs asked from behind Harry.

While Tony would freeze and stumble over the next few sentences, Harry merely turned around and gave Gibbs a perfect imitation of one of Gibbs' smirks. "Of course it is," he replied, sounding like Gibbs again.

Abby's eyebrows rose, really interested in seeing how this turned out. Both Gibbs men stared at each other, neither budging an inch. Both were holding cups of a specific blend of black coffee. Both were standing straight, oozing Gibbs-ness from every pore.

Jenny walked into the lab. "Abby, do you have the-" she stopped, noticing the contest, becoming as enamored with it as Abby was.

Ten minutes into the challenge, Harry began to break up. It was evident that he was struggling under the strain of pretending to be his dad. Just before the twelve minute mark, he had busted up, laughing for all he was worth. Abby quickly joined him, while Jethro grinned before he turned and saw the enamored look still in Jenny's eyes. Harry whisked Abby away from the lab to the party, not noticing the predicament his dad was in.

Jenny shook herself. "Well, I guess we have some talking to do."

"No," Gibbs deadpanned. "We don't," he finished as he made to leave.

Jenny disagreed and moved to block him. "The h*** we don't."

"We're over. We've been over for years."

"It doesn't have to be like that, Jethro."

"Well, it is, Director," Gibbs replied. "You can't risk your career, can you?"

Those words struck Jenny harder than Gibbs could ever physically hit her. "That's not fair."

"Life isn't fair, Jenny," Gibbs growled. "I learned that a long time ago."

"If this is about what happened in-"

"It's not," Gibbs assured her. "It never was." Both stood still until he spoke again. "You are the Director of NCIS. A relationship between us can't happen. Not anymore."

George downed another firewhiskey in a single go. It burned on its way though to his stomach, sending searing pain down his throat. Good. Anything to distract him, to make him forget, the pain of losing her.

He hadn't done this before. Not when Fred died. Not when they had the funeral for his twin. Not ever.

That should've been the most painful time of his live. Fred's death. Why did this hurt so much worse? Had he desensitize himself toward death? Why was it when his longtime girlfriend left him that his heart was ripped out his chest?

He slammed the glass down, about to demand another. He had certainly put enough money down for it. Anything to drown the pain.

"George."

"Hey! It's ickle Ronnekins! Come to join your older and wiser brother eh? Her-i-me k-*hick* you out?"

Ron had had enough experience with drunken people to know that George was not going to go quietly. Since this wasn't a case, he had a bit more... liberty. On a case, he couldn't stun a drunk until the idiot attacked, could he?

George awoke on his couch in his flat above the 'triple Dubya', as Harry had once joked. George hadn't opened his eyes yet, but assessed his situation.

Apparently Ron had forced some hangover potion down George while the inventor/businessman was asleep. He had apparently done it before. But no amount of hangover potion was going to sooth the ache in George's throat.

"D*** firewhiskey."

"I couldn't agree more at the moment."

George opened an eyelid, seeing a very stern looking Ginny. Oh, that's right, he thought. The baby shower. I had forgotten during the breakup. He figured she was going to be hormonal or something. Weren't pregnant women like that? He didn't remember. The last pregnant woman he had been in the same house with was his mother.

He didn't know if he would have preferred to be facing a stern looking Molly Weasley or not. He knew how to head Mum off, but that woman was pretty passionate.

Apparently, Ginny wasn't going to lecture him either. "I head from Hermione," she explained. "So right now, I'm going to be the benevolent sister and do two things." She held up a finger. "Be sympathetic towards your predicament," she held up a second finger, "And thank you for not showing up drunk at my baby shower. At least Ron had the sense to bring your present after dumping you here." She kissed George's forehead. "But you still should be punished. Abby?"

George had one before met the goth. Before Abby had entered the room, he wondered whether or not he was going to enjoy this punishment.

After having his ears very passionately lectured off, he decided that he had not enjoyed the punishment, despite the attractiveness of the scientist.

A/N: I know that some of you are not going to be happy about Gibbs refusal of Jenny's advances in the chapter, but I think that he would have really acted like that in such a situation. And I know Jenny is usually stronger than this, but this was a moment of weakness for her- and admit it, we all have moments like that.

As for the big decision I was making, here it is: I am enlisting in the Navy.

Yes, you read that right. The Navy. Now, some of my siblings aren't going to be happy about it- and I could name them but won't. I have prayed about this and feel it is what I need to do. It's going to take a lot of carefully persuasion and firm standing to get my family to get my family to understand- except in the case of my father.

Great man, my father. Was an Army MP and had two brothers in the Navy. Very supportive of my decision, very understanding. I will forever be grateful for his love.

I know military life isn't easy, but what worthwhile thing is?

If you believe in praying, I certainly could use your prayers on my behalf. If you don't, you can send nice thoughts, wear you socks inside out like Sean Connery in Finding Forrester (what do you have to lose?), or something. Doesn't really matter. I appreciate any support you care to give.

Thanks-

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