Title: Three Hundred Years
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-13
Disclaimer: NCIS is owned by Bellasario, Hocus Pocus is owned by Disney.
Summary: You never forget the boy who gave you your first kiss. Especially if he's the ghost who saved your life.
Words: 1,644
A/N: So, this is it. The wrap-up, the finale. Call it what you will. Which is kind of insane, because that's what I said when I wrote the first chapter when this was meant to be a one-off.
I am also taking liberty with McGee's middle name because I am too lazy to wiki him to see if they ever gave him one.

Three Hundred Years

Ghost of You

Tim McGee stared up at the address that Ziva had slipped to him. Which was the first clue he should have gotten that this could only end badly. Not that he had to actually get out of the car. If he didn't get out, then he wouldn't have to face the girl who'd kissed him by mistake. Frowning, he set one hand on the wheel and reached to turn the key.

"Go home, Max!"

Tim slammed back against the seat as the door of the Dennison home was yanked open. A dark haired man around Tony's age shook his head as he stepped off the porch. And there in the doorway stood the girl who'd kissed Tim hours before. She wrapped her arms around herself and smiled at Max.

"Tell Allison I'm sorry for worrying you guys," she called.

"I'm sure she'll call as soon as I get home," he smiled.

"And I'll tell her the same thing I told you - I'm fine. I just - miss him sometimes."

"We all do, Dani."

"I know."

Tim waited until Max walked away, as did Dani. She took a shuddering breath and closed her eyes before turning to go back inside the big empty house that wasn't hers. He sat there frowning at the house for another ten minutes before the door opened again. Her head was down and her arms were wrapped tightly around her chest as she bounced down the steps.

Tim barely had time to react as she crossed the street and came to a stop beside his window. Dani leaned down and caught his eyes, raising her brow at the glass still rolled up between them. Tim blushed as his quickly hit the button and removed the barrier that kept her from talking.

"I just thought you might like to know that Mrs. Bleucorne said that if you sit here staring at my home much longer that she was going to call the police on you, Special Agent," Dani glanced at the house to the right of hers where a red-haired old woman stood peeking out from behind the drapes.

"I wasn't staring," Tim frowned.

"I didn't say I thought you were," Dani bit her bottom lip and looked down. "I just wanted you to know that I had nothing to do with that Marine, and I didn't come up to you to throw you off or -"

"The Marine's murderer has been caught," Tim blurted out. "I know you didn't have anything to do with his death."

"Oh," Dani's eyes rose again and her breath hitched for a second. "Then I just wanted to apologize for - uh, I don't normally do things like that. And it was out of line, so I'm sorry for assaulting you."

"Assault -," Tim groaned. What the hell did Tony and Ziva tell this woman?

"I'm glad you caught the bad guy," she said in a tight voice. "Good-bye, Agent McGee."

She was across the street and had her hand on the door before he knew it. Taking a deep breath, Tim pushed himself out of the car and made his way over to her. Dani looked up at him, surprised to see him behind her.

"Did you need something, Agent McGee?" Dani asked calmly, trying desperately to keep herself cool and collected.

She thought that apologizing would be it, and the man who reminded her so much of Binx would go about his business and go back to Washington. She'd spotted him in his car when Max had left. Hell, she'd peeked out from the living room window and watched him watch the house until Mrs. Bleucorne had called her. Of course, the older woman had been in the coffee shop earlier so she'd thrown words around about Dani's gentleman caller and how things were done in her day.

But now Special Agent Timothy McGee was standing behind her on her porch, and for some reason she just wanted to hug him. Hold onto him and never let him go actually, which was just insane considering she'd never met this man before in her life.

"Why me?"

The question threw her off. It must have had the same effect on him, because he groaned after he realized what he had said. Dani smiled at that, it was nice knowing that she wasn't the only one confused by this whole situation.

"Would you like to come in?" Dani asked, pushing the door open.

"Will your neighbor call the police if I do?"

"No," she blushed. She knew who Mrs. Bleucorne would call - all of the older women who volunteered at the animal shelter with Dani. This was the first guy she'd been seen around since she was seventeen who wasn't Jay, Ernie or her brother.

"Then, yes, I would like to come in."

She led him in to the kitchen, not bothering to say anything until they were seated across from each other at the island. Dani took a deep breath and finally answered his question.

"You reminded me of a boy named Binx. I only knew him for a day, but he - he changed my life," Dani said quietly. "Seeing you today - it was like I was eight years old again, and there was Binx. Alive and laughing."

"You saw him die," Tim murmured. There was a faraway look in his eyes as he spoke.

"I didn't know it at the time, but yeah," Dani nodded. "How -"

"He looked like me, but his hair was longer. He had it in a queue, and he wore dark breeches and a white shirt."

Dani frowned at him. There was no way he could have known what Binx's ghost had worn when he and Emily had finally left this world behind. The only other people who'd known were Max and Allison, and they'd never spoken a word about it to anyone. Mostly because everyone would have thought they were crazy.

"My family was in a minor car accident on October 31st, 1993," Tim licked his lips. "We went to the hospital to get checked out. My little sister Sarah and I had bumps and bruises, and while we waited for my parents, we thought we saw a boy who looked like me and blonde girl."

"Emily," Dani murmured. "She was Binx's little sister."

"They both died on Halloween, didn't they?" Tim asked.

"Emily Binx died on October 31st, 1693," Dani whispered. "Her brother Thackary went missing. His - remains - were discovered three hundred years to the day."

"1993," Tim frowned. "I saw their spirits, didn't I?"

"I'm not sure why, but I think so," she answered slowly.

"We told our mom about seeing the weird kids in period clothes, and she thought we'd hit our heads harder than we did. They ran tests for three more hours before they remembered it was Halloween," Tim shook his head, laughing at the memory. "She didn't want to come to Salem at all. Her grandmother asked her to be a witness to her will changes."

"On Halloween?"

"My great-grandmother was a little odd."

"Sounds like it," Dani thought of something then. "Your mother's family comes from Salem?"

"My great-grandmother's family lived north of Salem. Mom grew up in Maryland," Tim smiled. "Granny Dottie always used to say we came from witch-hunters and that the family had been cursed for their just and noble deeds. Mom used to laugh and say it was probably wicked deeds instead of noble ones."

"The Binx family had more than two children," Dani murmured, her head tilting to the side as she thought it out.

Tim just frowned at her.

"What does that -"

"Hear me out," Dani held up a hand. "Thackary was the oldest son, but Emily wasn't the only daughter. There was at least two more Binx children. I tried years ago to track down the family records, but after Emily was killed and Binx disappeared the family left Salem. Too many bad memories."

"That doesn't mean my mother's family is descended from them -"

"How likely is it that you and your sister see Emily's and Binx's spirits when no one else saw them? You look exactly like him, Agent McGee."

"Tim," he corrected her. When her brow shot up in question, he only shrugged. "We've kissed, I think you can call me by my given name."

"Right. You can call me Dani," she blushed a little at the reminder.

Tim started to speak again when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Excusing himself, he answered it.

"McGee -"

"McMacks-a-lot, leave your little smooch-stealer, we've got a case," Tony's voice said loudly over the line.

"When?"

"Uh, now, Probie? Gibbs is getting fidgety and Abs is just - ow!"

"I'm on my way, Tony," Tim sighed.

Quickly disconnecting, he turned back to face the now subdued Dani. Pasting an apologetic smile on his face, he reached into his pocket.

"I have to go."

"I heard," she nodded. "Good luck on the case, Agent-"

"Tim."

"Sorry. Good luck, Tim," Dani stuck out her hand.

"I think we're a little beyond that point," Tim smiled, leaning forward to press his lips gently to her left cheek.

Her breath caught as she remembered Binx's good-bye kiss. It had been as tender, as innocent as the one that Tim now gave her. Her breath faltered for just a second. He pulled away slowly, a card in his hand.

"Its got my cell and office numbers, just in case you should ever need anything. Or if you're ever in D.C., or just want to talk."

"Thanks," Dani frowned at the card as he turned to leave. She understood he had to leave, but she was still reeling from the possibility of him being related to Binx. "Hey, Tim?"

"Yeah?"

"Just out of curiosity, what's your great-grandmothers maiden name?"

"It's Haverly."

A/N2: I lied. One more bit. Grr.