A/N:Rita Skeeter: The author would like to make known that he's just messing with these fabulous charaters and does not own them. However Kindgommast, I heard a rumor that you said this story is taking over your life, concerned?

Me: Yeah, A little bit, but what are you doing here?

Rita disappears in a puff of smoke. Also I tried to make this more spacious but I need reviews to tell me if I did it right. ( HINT HINT)

Chapter 3:

"Potter, David, go and talk to the wife. See if Henderson had anybody hanging around the house last time he was there." Gibbs said.

"Will do." Harry's and Ziva's voice rang out in the lab.

Gibbs tossed the keys, obviously to Ziva. Harry muttered something underneath his breath that no could understand and the keys zoomed into his waiting hand.

"Did you use magic Harry?" McGee asked.

"Why would I use magic on keys?" Harry said feigning confusion.

"'Cause you hate Ziva's driving and make no secret about it." Tony said.

"Well, I'm sorry I want to see my kids graduate." Harry said.

"I thought I asked the two of you to go and visit the wife." Gibbs said.

With this Harry and Ziva moved towards the door.

"Besides there is something wrong with me using magic right then. I didn't have my wand in hand." Harry said, continuing the argument with Ziva.

"Wait, you also wave a wand Gred?" Abby said, unbelief coating her voice. Harry turned around and nodded.

"And it was the stick I used to beat the ladies away from me. See ya Forge." Harry said with a wave, before turning around.

"See ya Gred." Abby said.

"I hate telling someone that their loved one is dead." Harry said. They had arrived at the Henderson's.

"Why?" Ziva said, as they get out of the car.

"Because it makes me feel like a git." Harry explained.

"Git?" Ziva asked.

"British, for jerk." Harry said.

"Why?" Ziva asked, back onto the subject of Harry being a git.

"Because with the 'I'm sorry. Your husband is dead.' is the implied 'Your dreams of having a family with him are shattered.' or 'Any chance at having a normal family is now nothing but a daydream you can find in the Mirror of Erised.'"Harry finished, as they pulled up to the door.

Harry knocked on the door. A woman, elderly with a head full of white hair, opened the door.

"Are you Mrs. Henderson?" Ziva asked.

"Yes I am, but I think you want to talk to my daughter-in-law." She said.

"Come in." The elderly Mrs. Henderson said.

"Thank you." Harry said.

She led them to the living room.

"Please make yourself comfortable." Mrs. Henderson said. Harry and Ziva sat on a couch while Mrs. Henderson went to fetch her daughter-in-law.

"Emily, there are people wanting to talk to you." Mrs. Henderson said. From the room that Mrs. Henderson went into came a woman. She had blonde hair, and was slight but not to the point of being unhealthy. She had the obvious signs of crying. She sat across from them.

"Mrs. Henderson, I'm Special Agent Potter and this is Special Agent David. We're from NCIS." Harry said. Both Harry and Ziva showed her their badges.

"You must be here to talk about the missing persons report I filed. The last time I saw Mark was Thursday evening. He said that he wanted to talk to a buddy of his that was still in Iraq. He said that he'd keep it to a half hour and that he should be back by 2:45 am. I went to sleep. The next morning he wasn't in bed but I figured he had wanted to get a jump on the day to go job-hunting. He was always worrying about him being jobless. He said he would go crazy if he didn't have something to do. I made some calls to businesses I knew he was planning on applying to and they hadn't seen him. It was then that I started getting worried. I knew that the police couldn't do anything until he'd been missing for 24 hours. My dad was a cop. So I went about my day worrying about him. I didn't hear anything from him. I resolved that if he wasn't there by Saturday morning I'd call the police." babbled.

" , We have some bad news." Ziva interrupted her. 's face fell.

"Tell me that he's still alive just badly injured." She pleaded.

"I would love to say that but" here Harry paused and took a breath.

"Your husband's been murdered." He finished. At this news broke into sobs.

"No, I don't want to believe it. We were going to be parents. I just found out. I wanted him to be the first to know." At this she just sunk into tears.

"I know this must be hard for you." Harry started.

"Do you? Do you know the pain of losing your wife? Because I don't think you do. Oh, geez, what will I tell our child?" She said, going from rage to sorrow.

"I don't know the pain of losing my wife, but I have felt the pain of losing a father figure. I've lost three in as many years and as for what to tell your child. Tell him that his father is right beside him and that though he can't see him he is there, in this I am qualified because I never knew my parents." Harry said with shuddering breaths.

With this news she looked up at Harry. The way she looked at him was like she was examining him and she probably was. Examining him as if gauging his functionality and normalcy.

"Did you see anyone lurking outside your house when Mark was home?" Ziva asked.

"No but I received a letter asking me to pass something on to NCIS." She replied. With that she got up and walked to a counter. She grabbed a white envelope. She walked back and handed it to Harry.

"Thank you. Would you mind a tech coming and printing your fingerprints, so we can narrow down the murderer's?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, anything to help catch the monster that killed my Mark." said, her spine gaining steel. Her eyes hardened and Harry knew that she would make it past this.