AUTHOR'S NOTES: Watching one of the NCIS episodes I have on tape—'Requiem'—I started to think of how perfect the episode would be for Harry to help Gibbs. I tried to keep to the episode as much as possible but with some differences. So there's one more chapter before we see the future.

Chapter 28 Requiem Revisited


A month later, Harry was heading down to the NCIS lounge when a young woman stopped him as he picked up a black coffee for Gibbs and himself.

"Excuse me? I-I'm here to see Agent Gibbs?" she asked.

"Yeah," Harry said with a nod. "Sure, I'll… I'll tell him you're here. What's your name?"

"Maddie Tyler."

Harry could tell she was uncomfortable with saying why she was here so Harry hurried back up to the squad room and found Abby trying to take Gibbs' picture with her cellphone. "Agent Gibbs?"

"Harry, you can drop the 'agent'," Gibbs said with a smile. "It's just Gibbs."

"Right," Harry said, handing over one of the coffee cups. "There's a young woman in the lounge waiting for you. She's about 25… didn't say what she wanted…"

Harry sat at Gibbs' desk as the senior special agent headed to the elevator. After his grandfather's funeral Harry had spent almost the entire day talking with Gibbs as they worked on the boat in the basement. Harry had only felt a bit put off that the Thortons had handed over custody of him to Gibbs. He understood the reasoning and to be honest, Harry did like Gibbs better.

His thoughts started drifting to the young woman Gibbs was meeting with, and Harry had a sneaking suspicion as to who she was.

"Boss?"

Harry looked up as McGee spoke and saw Gibbs walking through the squad room with Maddie. There was something about the look on Gibbs' face…

"Know her?" Ziva David asked, looking at Harry.

"Wish I did," Tony muttered, looking at the girl as she and Gibbs stepped onto the elevator.

"Her name's Maddie Tyler," Harry said, looking at Ziva. "Don't know why she's here… Something personal, I'd say…"

"A niece, perhaps?" Ziva questioned.

Harry turned to Gibbs' computer and after pulling up the internet browser he typed 'Maddie Tyler' into the Google search engine. "She has a MySpace page…" Harry said, looking at the others. "Whatever that is," he muttered to himself as Tony, McGee, Ziva, and Abby gathered around.

"You really need to get out of Narnia more, Harry," Tony said, catching Harry's mutterings. Seeing the teenager's look, Tony muttered, "You're worse than Gibbs."

Pulling up the website, Abby said, "Well, she has an eclectic taste in music. Everything from Yo-Yo Ma to Metallica."

"Lots of college friends," McGee observed, looking at the pictures.

"And one from her childhood," Ziva said, noticing a picture at the bottom. "'My first and still my best friend, Kelly. Forever in my memory'."

"Harry?" Abby said, seeing Harry sigh and lean back in his chair.

"The way she asked for Gibbs…" Looking at the others, Harry said, "Gibbs' daughter…"

"…was named Kelly…" Abby finished.

"One and the same," Harry nodded.

"Mystery solved," Tony said, quietly.

Harry closed the browser and sighed again. "No… now the mystery is what she was doing here…"

"She didn't say anything about why she needed to talk to Gibbs?" McGee asked as Harry stood and started pacing.

"No…" Harry said, quietly. A month ago Harry was dealing with the fact that his cousin murdered his grandfather. Now a mentor and friend was dealing with something and… Looking at Abby, he said, "I'm heading back to the house. I'll see you later."

Harry grabbed his bag and once out on the street started a quick jog back to Gibbs' house, finally getting there just as Gibbs pulled into the driveway.

"Harry?" Gibbs asked, getting out of the car. "Did you run all the way here?"

"Yeah," Harry said, breathless. "It's only… 7 miles…" Harry said, panting. "I wanted to…"

Gibbs dug in the back of his car and thrust a bottle of water at Harry. "Drink that before you pass out."

Harry downed half the bottle and flopped down onto the grass. "I know who Maddie is," Harry said, looking up at Gibbs.

Gibbs sighed and sat down next to Harry, pulling a picture out of the pocket of his sport's coat. "That's Maddie… and Kelly…" Gibbs said, handing the picture to Harry.

Harry took the picture, smiling as he looked at the two grinning girls. "What did Maddie want?" Harry asked, handing the photo back.

"She's got someone stalking her," Gibbs replied. "Wanted my help." Getting to his feet, he held out a hand to Harry. "Come on."

Harry took Gibbs hand and stood, following the other man to the backyard. "What are you looking for?"

But Gibbs didn't reply as he went to a row of flowers. After a moment, he stood holding what looked like an old toy suitcase. Brushing some dirt off, Gibbs smiled.

"It was Kelly's, wasn't it?" Harry said, giving a nod at the small case.

"Maddie and Kelly… They were sitting on it in that picture…" Gibbs said, quietly.

"A time capsule," Harry deduced as he followed Gibbs down to the basement. "You going to open it?"

But Gibbs' cellphone rang and Harry caught a frantic voice saying, "Jethro, he's back!"

Harry ran after Gibbs and got into the agent's car before Gibbs could protest. They burned rubber heading to what looked like a townhouse and when they parked, Gibbs shouted to Harry, "You stay here! Anyone comes out, you see a car, try to remember anything you can!"

Harry nodded as Gibbs ran inside. A few moments later, Harry saw a truck come tearing around the corner. Seconds later, Gibbs came out of the townhouse, holding his gun but it was too late. The car… the kidnapper… and Maddie were gone.

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Back at NCIS Harry felt like he was just in the way as Gibbs got the rest of the team going on finding Maddie and her stalker, Sgt. Rudi Haas. With everyone busy, Harry went down to the lab and found Abby.

"How's Gibbs?" Abby asked, looking worried.

Harry couldn't help but laugh. "You're married to him and you still can't call him 'Jethro'?"

"Habit," Abby replied.

Harry sighed. "He's… he's okay… I… I just felt in the way up there." Sitting on the stood by the computers, Harry added, "Gibbs helped me when my grandfather was murdered… I want to help him, Abby."

"You will," Abby promised. "He'll need you on this one. He'll need all of us."

Harry nodded. "Okay. Then give me something to do."

Abby went to her 'office' and came back with a legal pad and a pen. "Write down everything that happened starting from when Maddie called Gibbs."

Harry nodded and after a few moments to think he picked up the pen and started to write, putting as much detail down as he could. Thinking of the picture of Sgt. Haas that had been up on the plasma screen in the squad room Harry realized that while at first glance it could have been him, Harry's gut told him Haas didn't take Maddie.

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Two hours later, Ducky's assistant, Jimmy Palmer, came in with an armful of evidence bags. "Gibbs needs all this analyzed as soon as possible," Palmer said, quickly.

Harry looked at the labels on the bags and looked up sharply at Palmer. "Haas is dead? What about Maddie?"

Palmer shrugged and hurried out of the room.

Grabbing gloves, Harry started helping Abby go over the evidence and checking everything for any clue as to what was going on.

After about 20 minutes, Harry smiled as the computer identified the gunk on the pallet nails. "I think I've got something," Harry said, looking at Abby. "I found out what the stuff on the nails was. Call Agent DiNozzo…" Harry said, with a grin. "We caught a fish."

Abby smiled back and called Tony who came down along with Director Shepard. "Atlantic Bluefin Tuna," she said, looking to Harry. "The pallet nails were sticky with it."

"The fish oil got into the spiral shank of the nail," Harry picked up. "As it dried it got gucky… And the more oil the more… gucky. Sgt. Haas was allergic to seafood so the nails would have been like… poison darts."

"How common is bluefin tuna?" Jenny asked and Harry turned to Abby who went to her computer.

"I checked with the fishing authorities. There's very few places in DC that handle it," Abby replied, doing a bit of quick typing. "Mostly at the Main Avenue Fish Market."

"That's too crowded," Harry said, shaking his head.

"That leaves us with Southwestern Marine," Abby said, bringing up the address. "It's down by the old dock. There was an exporting company there; it closed down a few years ago."

"Exporting what?" Jenny asked.

"Guck," Abby said, succinctly.

Jenny turned to Tony and said, "I'll get McGee and Ziva to meet you there."

"I'm going with you," Harry said, prepared when both Tony and the director looked to be ready to protest. "Gibbs is my mentor… and my friend. He was there when I found out Capt. Evans was my grandfather. I want to help him. I'm going."

Jenny fixed Harry with a stern look. "Harry… you listen to Agent DiNozzo. Understood."

"Yes, ma'am," Harry said, hurrying out of the lab, Tony behind him.

"You realize this is beyond dangerous and one or both of us could be shot and/or killed?" Tony asked as he and Harry stepped onto the elevator.

"Yeah," Harry replied.

"And do you understand if anything happens to you Gibbs would kill me?" Tony asked.

"I wouldn't worry about Gibbs," Harry said as he and Tony got off and headed for Tony's car and got in. "It's Hermione and the Weasleys who will kill you."

As they tore out of the parking lot, Tony cracked a faint smile. "Thank you very much for that clarification."

Arriving at the dock in front of a barbed wire chainlink fence, Harry pulled his wand out of the holster at his ankle after getting out of the car.

"I thought you couldn't use magic outside of school," Tony said, as Harry pointed his wand at the fence.

"Special permission from the Director of the American Ministry of Magic," Harry explained before shouting, "Bombarda!"

When Tony looked back at the fence, there was a large hole. "Nice work." Pulling out his backup firearm, he handed it to Harry who had just re-holstered his wand. "Don't suppose Gibbs or Abby ever taught you how to shoot, did they?"

Harry smiled. "Does Gibbs drink black coffee?"

Tony drew his main weapon and said, "Come on. Be careful and follow my lead."

As the searched the docks, Harry stopped and turned away. "This way!" Harry shouted, running towards a car that had just driven backwards straight into the water.

Tony ran forward, firing off a few shots, killing one of the kidnappers and Harry managed to injure the other.

Harry threw the gun as Tony did the same and both of them dove into the water. Once Tony managed to pull back the car's windshield, Harry helped pull Maddie out of the car and holding onto her arm, started swimming for the surface. Pulling her onto the dock, Harry started CPR as Tony came up with Gibbs. "She's not breathing!" Harry said, panicking. "Gibbs?"

Tony checked and shook his head. "No," he gasped before starting CPR as well.

Harry continued with trying to revive Maddie looking from her to Gibbs. 'Don't do this to me,' Harry thought, frantically. 'I'm not losing another father.'

Finally, Maddie started breathing and Gibbs slowly blinked.

Harry leaned back and gave a grateful sigh. "Thank God."

"Your dad says 'hi'," Gibbs said, sitting up. "Told me I wasn't allowed to die on you." As Maddie sat up, Gibbs laughed. "Thanks, Harry… DiNozzo."

Harry smiled and brushed his wet hair out of his eyes. "You're welcome."

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The next morning, Gibbs found Harry sitting underneath the boat holding Kelly's time capsule. "How's Maddie?" Harry asked, looking up.

"She's good…" Gibbs replied, sitting next to Harry. "We talked… she's getting a new apartment near NCIS." Taking the time capsule from Harry, he added, "Kelly told me to go back. I didn't want to, but…"

"Sirius told me something my 3rd year," Harry said, giving Gibbs a smile. "The ones we love never really leave us." Looking at the metal box in Gibbs' hands, Harry said, "It's okay if you're not ready… I think… it'll be ready when you are…"

Gibbs smiled back. "You sure you're just 15?" Gibbs stood and placed the box high on one of the shelves. "Come on… I'll take you out for breakfast…"

As the basement door closed, two ghostly figures smiled. James Potter looked at Kelly Gibbs and they both shared a slight nod. No, life wasn't what it should have been… but it was close enough…