A/N: Gosh, you guys! How can you not like Mosley?! Maybe I'm just biased cause he is like the most fun character to write in the history of time. He seriously is. Anyway, you guys know by now how great cheese riot is. Awesomest beta ever, if I do say so myself. And I do! If you wanna have a like insert my favorite thought in this chapter: Kingsley shall be sizing the two of them up and you shall think "Gross, Shacklebolt, they're taken!" just remember that when you get to that part. And think of cheese riot.

Onward readers!


"About time!" I exclaimed as Harry came strolling through the door with a white paper bag in his hand. "I was ready to eat the bloody desk."

"You would be," Harry sniggered, tossing the bag into my outstretched hand.

I opened the bag. "Sandwiches?! Why sandwiches?" I groaned, tossing the bag onto my desk.

"Sorry, mate, it's all I could afford. I'm not exactly made of money you know."

"Yeah, right."

Harry rolled his eyes. "You're right. I'm bloody rich." He plopped down in front of my desk. "So, did anything exciting happen while I was gone?"

"Oh, nothing much, Mosley just got called out on some top secret mission," I said sarcastically.

"Figures. We just sit here while everyone else does every important thing in the world. Some sort of useful we are, huh?"

"I hate it here!" I said, pummeling my fist on my desk. "I'm so sick of being no help to anyone!"

"Hey, hey, watch the sandwiches!" Harry said, relieving my desk of food once again.

I looked up at him, smiling and shaking my head simultaneously. "It's awful."

"Don't worry, I feel you pain."

"All right, I'm now so hungry those sandwiches are starting to look good. How 'bout it?" I said, holding an open hand in Harry's direction. He threw my sandwich in my hand and I ripped the paper off it. I sank my teeth in, gnawing through the taste of ham, Swiss cheese, tomatoes and…what was that?

I spat my bite back out. "What the bloody hell kind of poison did you put in my sandwich?"

Harry smiled, taking a bite out of his sandwich as well. "I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about, Mr. Weasley."

I took another bite. "I'm going to die, aren't I? This is sick!"

"Don't eat it then," Harry told me in a 'duh-you-dumb-ass' voice.

"What did you do to this perfectly good food?!" I demanded shaking the sandwich in his direction. A tomato escaped from its bread-hold and flew through the air in slow motion. It hit Harry directly on the forehead, and dripped tomato juice on his glasses. It sat there, oozing for a few more moments before sliding the length of his face, leaving a sickly red trail down his white shirt, and plopping onto his brand new Air Merlins.

Both of us looked up from the tomato and met each other's eyes. Slowly, Harry said, "You're dead."

Without a second thought, he hurled his sandwich in my direction, where it broke all over my shirt.

I returned fire and soon we were in an all out food fight.

I ducked down behind my desk, laughing hysterically as Harry aimed one of the pieces of bread at me. I popped up to return the bread to its owner when I heard a door slam shut. I froze in midair, Harry and I looking at each other wide eyed.

"Scourgify!" we muttered simultaneously, cleaning up the messes on the floor and ourselves. Hadn't we been alone not five seconds ago? What would someone say if they came in and saw us like this?

Kingsley Shacklebolt walked up to us from behind a hall, looking grave. Our smiles were wiped off as Kingsley looked around at us. "Potter, Weasley, how are you?"

We both opened are mouths, getting the 'f' of 'fine' out before being cut off again.

"Good, good," he went on distractedly, looking around as if sizing the two of us up. He made his decision and nodded. "Weasley, can I speak to you?"

I glanced over at Harry. "Sure."

He looked around when I didn't move. "In my office?"

"Oh, yeah." I followed behind him as he made his way back toward his private office, turning and raising an eyebrow in Harry's direction. We giggled, relieved not to have been caught acting like the five year olds we really were.

Shacklebolt shut the door behind me, and I turned toward him, waiting to be given some indication of what was going on.

"Sit," he murmured, making his way behind the desk, and pointing at the chair opposite him. Getting the feeling this was something serious, I took the seat.

Kingsley moved around a bit, pulling a few folders off the cabinet behind his desk. I knew not to say anything. If there was one thing I had learned in Auror training, it was to never speak to a superior unless spoken to first.

Finally, Shacklebolt sat down and gave me his full attention. "Weasley, we have an emergency situation."

I moved uncomfortably in my chair, trying to hold in the million questions already flooding my mind. I had never been called alone into Shacklebolt's office.

Kingsley looked back down at his papers. "Potter and you have been on the same case for?"

After a moment of silence, I realized I was supposed to speak. "A little over a year, sir."

"Ah, yes," he agreed. "Time Split; 1996; Wayden, Jamison."

I nodded.

"And the last lead on this case was?"

"Six months ago."

"Yes," he went on, tossing a folder aside. "Before I tell you what is going on, I must stress one thing. I understand the importance of the 'time split' case. I fully intend to re-team you with Potter as soon as you get back."

Whoa, hold everything. "Get back?" I asked, not being able to hold my question in this time.

"Yes, get back. I'm assigning you a new case."

"What?"

"You're going to be working alone; without Potter. Here," he said, tossing a different folder at me. Printed across the top were the words 'Murder; Madrid, Spain; Collins, Malcolm.' Well, great, that really cleared things up.

"What does it mean?" I asked, trying not to let the irritation slip into my voice.

"It means that we're sending you undercover into Spain…to prevent a murder."

Suddenly, my adrenaline started pumping. This was huge! I was going to be going somewhere, doing something! Bloody hell, I would finally be helping! I could've let out a whoop of joy. Until…

"You'll be leaving in two days. Don't worry though. I wouldn't expect this mission to take over six, seven months."

"Wait a minute. I have to leave?"

"Yes."

" For six months?"

"That's what's so huge about this case. You will be the character twenty four-seven. This is the most important case I've ever put someone as young as you on. But I know how well you did in the Disguise part of your Auror training. I trust you, Weasley. I want you to understand that."

I gulped. Was he telling me I had to leave? "I'm still a little out of the loop here, sir. I'll be living in Spain?"

He nodded.

"And I'm going to be this Collins bloke."

"Yes. You're going to keep us in touch with what's going on. You'll go about his daily affairs and keep a sharp eye."

"So, I won't have time off or anything. To see my family? To write?"

"The only contact you will be permitted will be between the Ministry, to keep us informed of what's going on."

Whoa. "You mean I have to leave my family and friends behind for six months and not tell them where I'm going or write them or anything?! What about Harry?"

"He'll stay here on the 'time split' case."

A thousand thoughts went through my mind. What about my life and family here? What about Baker…and Hermione?!

"Sir, do you understand what you're asking of me? I have a life here."

"Weasley, I wouldn't be asking you if this weren't such a desperate situation."

"But—but, sir, I have a five-year-old daughter here. And a girlfriend…and sir," I lowered my voice, "I just proposed! I'm going to get married. I can't just pick up and leave. How would I explain that to my fiancée?"

Kingsley shook his head and leaned in closer to me, dropping his voice to a whisper. "Look, Ron, I know about your circumstances. But this is your job; this is what you agreed to. And I'm sorry. But right now, your country needs you."

I ran a hand through my hair, letting it all sink over me. This was it. I had to do this.

After much contemplation, I finally nodded. "I'll do it. It's my responsibility and I accept it."

"Good man," Kingsley said, stuffing the folder in my hand. "I know you're the best man for the job."

Bullshit. I'm the only man for the job.

"You'll leave early Friday morning. You understand?"

I nodded despondently.

"Why don't you take the rest of today and tomorrow off? You can report here at four in the morning of Friday. Will that be ok?"

Only if you 'Avada Kedavra' me now.

"That's it then."

I stood up silently from the chair and reached for the door.

"And, Ron?"

I turned back to look at him. "Try to relax, and tell Hermione I said 'hi.'"

Yeah, I'll tell her right after she shoves my engagement ring up my—

"I will."

I slowly opened the door and walked out. I leaned up against the glass pane and banged my head against it a couple of times.

Relax?

Yeah, I'd sooner marry Harry.


"Kid, go home."

"I'll go home when I'm good and ready, thanks. But as long as I'm paying, I reserve the right to sit my ass in this chair as long as I want," I rattled off to a tall brown headed lady.

"Listen, hun, you're not drunk but you're headed that way, and I wouldn't know what to do with you if you did get drunk. Go home."

I rolled my eyes and turned to look at the lady better. "Listen, hun, my whole life just got screwed over today when I was told I will be leaving my daughter and fiancée behind for sixth months to go to a situation where I could possibly lose my life. So, I repeat, I can sit this chair in my ass as long as I want."

"Like I said, you're headed that way," the lady said, casting a stern look over me. Either I was really getting smashed or she was softening up to me. She sat down in the chair opposite mine, giving me a look. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-three," I muttered after counting it out on my fingers.

"That's about what I would've guessed."

"Congratulations, but I'm not giving out prizes today."

She smiled at me (at least, I think she did). "How old is your daughter?"

"Five."

"Good Lord, someone's been busy, haven't they?"

"If that was some sort of sex joke, I'm a little too intoxicated to understand it."

"Sorry, I don't make sex jokes to people young enough to be my children."

"Thanks for the consideration."

"You bet. So, how long we planning on staying here?"

"As long as it takes."

"For what?"

"I dunno. For me to pass out, I guess."

"If that's the case then, I definitely think it's time to put this away," she said, taking my last shot of firewhiskey away from me.

"You will not!"

"Oh, but I just did."

"I'm not paying for that, you know."

"Don't worry about it. Here's a toothbrush," the lady said, conjuring one out of midair. "Nobody likes kissing someone who smells like you do."

"What are you talking about?"

"Go brush your teeth and then go home to your fiancée."

"She's not there. Won't be for hours."

"Then, wouldn't it be nice to be waiting for her?"


A/N: Ok, so honestly, you guys, I am absolutely thrilled about the number of reviews I got for this chapter. But, seriously, writing twenty-three review responses is rather, time consuming and paper consuming. Would anyone be seriously offended if I was more selective about the reviews I responded to? Like, if I only responded to ones with good critiques or ones with questions about the story? I'll have all the responses for this one of course, but I'm just saying…

It's my story, you'll review if you want to
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Shortie522: Oh, thanks for thinking I have good ideas!! You've been slightly introduced to the conflict, but as you know, I'm always one for a good plot twist!

Alanna of Pirate Swoop: Glad you like it!

Cheese riot: No, you didn't you non-reviewer of chapter 1!! And yeah, I think that is part of the actual song. I switched the wording up a bit, it's like "And it felt so right" and I changed it to "it'll feel so right" which is supremely clever of me…or not.

Sakura1221: yeah, Ron's pov all the way, baby!

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Jeanne: Glad to hear it!

Lisa Riddle: Well, well, someone's ahead of themselves aren't they? Lol, jk! I'm glad I have the ability to make someone laugh. Lol

Waterandsky04: Oh, I love meeting new people who read LTG! It makes me so fuzzy inside.

Lafawnduh: I'm not sure I'll straight out hex Mosley. Isn't that too easy?

Piratingspiderelf: Yes, perhaps Krum could be the spokesman for our club. "Computers, like me!!!!"

HPbabe143: Well, don't you just rock out loud?! I thought the ending was interesting too. Or maybe Ron and I were simultaneously hungry?

Bhekie: Oh, yey, I made TWO people laugh. I too enjoyed the article, for the same reasons you did. I actually giggled for a moment when I thought of it. Isn't that sad how much I entertain myself?

Ronlover05: Always happy to mention my awesome reviewers! Glad you like it!

Alenor: Yeah, I've seen it. I think the emotional value was lost on me as a second grader though. Or whenever I saw it. Shrug

Ilikechicken: Thanks! You rule forever!

PiNaYPeAcHiE: Ain't he cute though?

PinkyTheSnowman: God, Pinky, I can't just come out and TELL you if they're going to get together. Context clues, babe gotta stick to 'em. Glad you liked Ron, glad you liked the chapter, you totally rock out loud!!!! (which is totally my new favorite saying so feel VERY honored for it to be bestowed upon your awesome name!!!)

Seekerpeeker: like I'd let him blow it…again! I think he will.

LunaAqua: HOLD UP! Wait a minute! I made THREE people laugh?! Falls over dead

Dancerrdw: Oh, thanksthanksthanks!

Miss Mione: Hem…maybe I'll tell you about my second favorite auror later. Thanks for all the nice stuff you said about last chapter. This one's not as good…but still all that niceness was awesome! I'm glad you like the title. I mean, you were talking about the chapter title right? "…she got runned over by a damned old traaaaaaaaaaaaain!" if you have no idea what I'm talking about, ignore me!

Tynwiel: Thou shalt not harm Mosley. GAH! Jk! Did you find her double meaning…hmm.