Hey! It's been a while, hasn't it? Sorry! So here's Kelly's side. I did the best I could here, though it's not as descriptive as Harry's chapter because I had a lot of OCs there that needed to be introduced. Most of it is standard except for the fact that Jenny's alive and nothing bad happened as a result of her death (ex. Vance becoming director and splitting the team up). Hope you enjoy! Please review! Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or NCIS, but boy would I like to!

Leroy Jethro Gibbs watched with pride as his family interacted, his fifth wife Jenny on the other side of him. It was rare that everyone could sit down and enjoy a meal together, but when it happened he loved it. Tony was rapidly telling a story, waving his hands around and probably making a movie reference. Ziva seemed to be half-listening, sipping her wine as Tony went on, but she was smiling. McGee and Palmer were having an intense conversation about the merits of robotic dogs. No one was quite sure how the topic occurred, but now that it was the two men couldn't give it up. McGee was valiantly defending robotic dogs while Palmer tore them apart. Abby piped in every now and then to stir the pot. Kelly, his little spitfire, chatted with Breena, Palmer's wife. Jenny was listening to one of Ducky's long-winded stories, her hand holding his under the table. He smiled, something that occurred rarely. Only one person at this table was related to him biologically, but everyone there was his family. He couldn't be more grateful.

Apparently bored of the robotic dog conversation, Abby turned to Kelly. "So," she said excitedly. "How's your hunky Brit?"

Gibbs's head whipped around so fast it was surprising he didn't get whiplash. "What hunk?" he asked gruffly.

Kelly's cheeks were beat red. "Abby!" she admonished, trying to avoid her father's eyes.

All side-conversations had now stopped. "Kelly has a boyfriend?" Tony repeated, his eyes narrowing. Kelly was like his little sister. This boy better watch out.

Abby nodded eagerly. "Yep!" she stated cheerfully. "And he's cute, sweet, and has an accent!"

Jenny looked interested. "He's British?" she asked curiously.

Kelly, gaining her bearings back, nodded. "He's in the Royal Marines," she said, still avoiding her father's gaze.

Soon a series of questions were being launched at her: how did they met, what did he looked like, if she knew about his family, etc. Kelly tried to answer them the best she could but was secretly relieved when her cell phone rang.

Her heart started racing as she saw the name on the screen: Harry. She hadn't expected to hear from him tonight. Harry had told her in his last email that he was coming home this afternoon but that between family dinner and everything else, he wouldn't be able to call her until the next day. She eagerly answered her phone.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Hello, luv," Harry replied.

Kelly beamed, something that her eccentric family of investigators, forensic scientists, and medical examiners didn't fail to notice. Excusing herself from the table, she stepped into the living room. "Hey," she said. "How was your flight?"

"Long," Harry said. "But it was worth it. I missed London."

"Even the eternal rain and fog," Kelly teased, having heard Harry complain about his beloved city's weather many times.

"Especially that," Harry shot back. "And I missed my family. I thought Belle was never going to let go of my legs."

Kelly laughed, remembering the stories Harry had told her of his little niece. "Dinner went well?"

"It was fairly normal. The twins tried to blow up the chicken, I made Susan's date blush, and Meda kept making eyes at Remus. Same old, same old. What about you?"

"There was a rousing debate on robotic dogs, and Ziva threatened to kill Tony with a paper clip twice."

"Wow, remind to never get on the wrong side of her."

Kelly smiled. "So did you tell your dad about the apartment?"

Harry sighed. "Technically, Sue did. She blurted it out at dinner, and Dad had a conniption when he found out."

She frowned. "Why should he be so upset? You're a grown man. You should be able to have your own apartment."

Harry sighed. "To my dad, I'll always be five year old. I'm not worried though. Mum'll calm him down. She always does." He stopped talking for a moment, seemingly talking to someone outside. Kelly waited. "Sorry, my sisters are trying to lure me out of my room."

"Well, no wonder. They haven't seen you in months."

"I know," he said. "There was nearly a riot at the table when I said I'm coming to D.C. on Friday."

Kelly started to say something but then stopped. She wasn't positive of what she just heard. "Wait, what?"

"I'm flying into D.C. on Friday," Harry repeated. Kelly couldn't see him, but she knew if she could he'd be laughing a little bit.

She did a little happy dance, keeping the phone balanced to her ear. This time she could hear Harry chuckle. "What time does your flight come in?"

"1100," he replied.

"What airport?"

"Dulle."

"And how long do I get to keep you for?"

"A week."

Kelly's face could've split her smile was so wide. She'd been with Harry for almost a year now, and she had learned to take what time she could get with him. Most of their time together was a weekend or three days before Harry had to go off somewhere dangerous. They'd never had a solid week together when he wasn't confined to a hospital bed. This was how her mother must've felt, she knew. Still, Kelly wouldn't want anything else. She knew she loved Harry. He was a good man, intelligent, kind, charismatic, and he could hold his own with her. Most of her other boyfriends had been intimidated by her a bit, but not Harry. He told her that he loved that she had a little fire.

"Kelly!" Abby shouted. "Tell the hunk goodnight and come have some cake!"

She sighed. "I have to go. See you soon then?"

"See you seen then," Harry replied. It was their little ritual. Kelly remembered her parents' ritual: her mom always making her dad say, "I will stay safe, I will come home, and I love you." The I love you was usually coaxed out of him. Kelly had started saying see you soon then because she didn't want to tell him goodbye. She didn't trust goodbyes; goodbyes meant you were okay with that person leaving. She would never be okay with saying goodbye to Harry.

Kelly hung up the phone. She walked back inside, taking a seat back at the table. Everyone was watching her. "What?" she asked laughing.

"You look happy," Ziva simply stated, never one to beat around the bush (an expression the Israeli still didn't really understand).

Kelly smiled. "I am," she replied. "Harry's flying in on Friday. He's staying for a week."

This sparked a lot of debate and discussion at the table. Jenny, however, remained calm. "You'll have to bring him over for dinner," she said excitedly. Kelly's eyes flinted over to her father, who still hadn't said much. "Don't worry," Jenny reassured her like she could read her thoughts. "Your dad will behave."

"I want to come too!" Abby stated. "I want to meet this hunk."

"And me," proclaimed Tony. "We got to check this guy out, make sure he's good enough for our Kells. Right, McGee?"

For once, McGee was in complete agreement with Tony. Ziva then stated her interest in coming to dinner, though she promised not to threaten him with a paperclip. Then Breanna stated she come to offer moral support to Kelly, and wherever Breanna went was Jimmy. Ducky was eager to come as well, having heard the lad was British.

It was getting louder and louder at the table until Gibbs whistled. It got quiet immediately. "Everyone's invited to dinner Saturday!" he said. "Happy?"

There was a chorus of "Yes, boss" and "Yes, Gibbs".

Jethro smiled. "Good. Now, eat your cake."

Later that night, Gibbs stood his basement, sanding down his boat. Everyone had left a few hours ago except for Kelly. She was helping Jenny clean up and probably having a glass of wine with her in the process. He took a sip of his bourbon, trying to calm the thoughts hurtling through his head.

Upon further questioning, Kelly had given up her boyfriend's name as Lieutenant Harry Potter. Gibbs had made a call to NCIS and discreetly ran his name through the international data base. What popped up was surprising.

Potter came from a wealthy, influential British family. His dad had a seat in the House of Lords and formerly worked for the DMLE, a British agency so classified no one knew what the acronym stood for. His mother had been killed when he was young. His stepmother, Amelia Bones, also had a seat in the House of Lords and formerly worked for the DMLE. The Potters, though a family of eight children, were very well off. Potter attended the best private schools in London and graduated with honors. Though universities were interested in him, Potter instead chose to enlist in the Royal Marines.

His military record had much more useful information. Gibbs felt himself gaining respect for this kid as he kept reading. Potter had been given several citations for bravery and leadership. He had been attached to NATO in Afghanistan as a member of the Special Forces Support Group. Potter had suffered a couple of nasty injuries, nothing that would discharge him but some that had him sent back home for a while. His most recent injury resulted him being sent to Bethesda Memorial, the hospital Kelly was currently working. She had finished her RN program about a year ago and quickly found a job.

Gibbs studied the picture. The kid was tall, about 6'3, with black hair, emerald eyes, and a strong jaw. He had the look of someone you liked immediately after meeting them. "Daddy?" He closed the folder and slid it under his toolbox.

Kelly walked downstairs, holding a cup of coffee in her hands. Like her father, she preferred her coffee strong and black. She surveyed the boat, taking a sip of the hot drink. "Looking good," she said.

Gibbs nodded, taking a sip of his bourbon. "Yeah, not bad."

"Maybe we'll actually go sailing on this one," she teased. It was a running joke between them that he'd built three boats and yet never once taken her sailing.

"Maybe," Gibbs said smiling wryly. "So tell me about this boy."

Kelly took another sip. "Didn't learn anything good from his file?" Gibbs turned to look at her. "I knew you would," she explained.

Gibbs had to hand it to his daughter. She was perceptive, just like her mother. "Nothing that tells me if he's good for my daughter."

Kelly laughed. "Is that included in a sit-rep nowadays?"

"It should be," Gibbs replied. "From what I read, he's a good man, good leader, good Marine."

His daughter looked at him, her face serious. "He is," she said softly. "He's all those things. He makes me laugh, and he's sweet, and…"

"You're in love with him," Gibbs guessed. He wasn't an investigator for nothing. He remembered falling in love with Shannon, all those feelings of first love. He just hoped it didn't end up hurting his daughter.

Kelly spoke up. "I know it doesn't really make sense because we live on different continents, and he's away all the time, but…" She paused. "But I want to make it work anyway."

Gibbs sighed. There was really no derailing his daughter now. She had always been stubborn and unwilling to give up, his little spitfire. "Let's just be clear on something then. If he breaks your heart or hurts you in any way, no matter where he runs or hides, I will find him and kill him."

Kelly couldn't help but laugh as she kissed her dad on the cheek. "Thank you, Daddy," she replied.

Gibbs held her close for a moment. "No problem," he said. "Now go on home. It's getting late, and I'm sure you'll go into super cleaning mode to get your apartment ready for that boy."

"No, Daddy, he's staying-"

"Don't even finish that sentence, Kelly Ann Gibbs. I have been a NCIS agent for over fifteen years, and I know when someone's about to lie to me. It's fine if that boy stays with you, but just remember my warning."

Kelly rolled her eyes as she made her way upstairs. "Night, Daddy. Love you!"

"Love you too, spitfire," he replied, putting down his hand tools. Once Kelly was gone, he opened his safe and grabbed his gun to clean it out. Just in case…

And now onto review replies!

mrs. phelps12: Thanks! I'm glad you're enjoying it. Since you wanted a family outline, here it is.

James Potter (48) and *Lily Potter [nee Evans]

Children

Maria (30)

Married to Zander

Sirius Potter (28)

Married to Fleur Potter [nee Delacour]

Children

Belle Potter (5)

Charlie Potter (27)

Harry Potter (23)

James Potter and Amelia Potter [nee Bones] (48)

Children

Shelia Potter (19)

Remus Potter (15)

Jasmine and Cleo Potter (10)

Sirius Black (48) and Emmeline Black [nee Vance] (44)

Children

Orion Black (20)

Meda Black (16)

Victor Black (7)

Remus Lupin (48) and Hestia Lupin [nee Jones] (38)

Children

Gwen Lupin (18)

Jamie Lupin (8)

Unborn child

daled73:You bet! What kind of fun would it be if we didn't make Harry sweat a little bit? In fact, I have hints to that in this chapter. Keep an eye open!