A/N: All places I have named or given an address to are not real.

Potter's Personal Chamber

Chapter Thirteen: The House

Harry peeked in and quickly closed the door.

"You guys wake Justin up. I've got to take care of something." He walked in and closed the door. Callen reached into his pants pocket and pulled out smelling salts.

"What? You never know when you're going to need to wake up a suspect." Callen defended at the weird looks he got. Ripping them open he waved them under Justin's nose. Justin started awake.

"So what was in there?" Roberts asked.

"A huge black snake." Justin informed them.

"So you're afraid of snakes?" Ziva clarified.

"Yeah." Justin informed them.

"Wait, all black with a triangular head?" Roberts asked. Justin nodded.

"Crap. Harry's in there with a black mamba: the most deadly non-magical snake in the world." Roberts said.

"If anyone is safe with a black mamba in the room it would be Harry." Justin said.

"Why?" Ziva asked.

"Because Harry can talk to snakes." Justin explained.

Three jaws dropped open. Just then the door opened. Harry came out with a new pal wrapped, loosely, around his neck.

"It's safe to come in now." Harry told them.

"Says the man with a large, venomous, and deadly snake around his throat." Callen snarked.

The group voiced their sentiment but went in. The entire house was bare, expect for a white envelope. It was addressed to "the agents chasing me." Harry grabbed it and tucked it into his suit coat jacket. As they filed out Roberts caught Justin checking Ziva out.

"Harry, is it alright if I catch a ride with you?" Roberts asked. Callen was about to ask why when Harry cut in.

"Yeah, of coarse." This made two NCIS agents very confused, one wizard very relieved, and two wizards thinking about scheming some more. As everyone got into their respective cars Callen asked.

"What was that all about?" Harry gave him a 'later' look. As Justin and Ziva were driving towards the HQ Justin finally mustered up the courage to ask Zova something.

"Ziva, would you like to go have coffee with me sometime?" Justin asked.

Ziva didn't instantly reply. She thought of rule twelve, never date a coworker, but was trying to find a way around it when she remembered rule eighteen, better to ask for forgiveness then to ask for permission.

"I would love to, Justin." She replied.

Justin's face grew this ridiculous grin and he knew it. The time seemed to shorten as he decided which cafe to go to with Ziva. When they arrived and Justin got out he noticed that not only were Harry and David, his partner, there but so was DiNozzo. Each of them had a knowing smirk on their face. Ziva walked in with no interference. As Justin walked up David said…

"You do know that she's an assassin, right?"

"Really?" Justin asked. Tony nodded.

"Don't believe most of the hype. She's really quite hard to get into a murderous rage." Harry reassured.

"Though she does know six ways, I think, to kill with a paperclip." He added. Justin paled.

"Well, he's not dead which is a good sign." Tony added. Gibbs walked up and gave Harry and Roberts a Gibbs-slap while Tony gave himself one.

"Thank you, boss." Harry and Tony said in tandem.

"You done making fun of the Auror now?" Gibbs asked in his gruff manner.

There were several nods. The guys walked into the work area. Harry walked over to the newly conjured terrarium, where the snake had taken up residence, and began hissing at the snake. The snake hissed backed.

"Well that was a bust." Harry announced.

"Why?" Callen asked.

"Snake doesn't know where she went." Harry said.

"You can talk to snakes?" McGee asked, worry coating his voice.

"Yeah, though not a lot of witches or wizards can. I only know of one other fluent speaker and one person who could learn to speak it but not able to understand." Harry said.

"Wait, you can learn to speak Parseltounge?" Roberts asked incredulously.

"Yes, if you're willing to learn." Harry said.

"Oh, yeah, boss this was at the house." Harry said tossing the letter to Gibbs, who promptly opened the letter. He gave it a read through.

"So?" Tony asked.

"I don't get the references." Gibbs said. Harry came over and read over Gibbs' shoulder. After reading it he turned to Deeks.

"Deeks, is there a Club Stag?" Harry asked.

"Why do you assume I know?" Deeks complained.

"You seem to know all the hottest spots here." Harry said.

"Oh. Yeah, I know of a Club Stag." Deeks said.

"L.A. police think that something weird is going on there because the building was abandoned with plans for it to be demolished and then suddenly someone not only buys the property but has it refurbished and opens it. The thing that was weird was that no one from the building and zoning commission can remember the permits being filed but they're there." Deeks said.

"Land valuable?" Gibbs asked.

"Now, at the time no." Deeks said.

"Why?" Harry asked. "Club Stag is hoppin'. The other businesses feed off of that success." Deeks explained.

"So the land is valuable because of Club Stag." Harry said.

"Yep, kinda weird if you think about it." Deeks said.

"Deeks, Potter, Callen gear up. We're going to this club place." Gibbs said.