Hey! Long time no update! Sorry! Family drama and driver's ed, what can I say? Anyway, the long-awaited Gibbs/Harry talk and a romantic scene between Harry and Kelly. Hope you enjoy! Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or NCIS, though they are both my loves.

Harry raised an eyebrow as he followed Kelly's dad into the basement. He had laughed when they had first been talking about their families and she mentioned that her dad built boats in their basement but had otherwise put that comment out of his mind. Now, however, the evidence of probably many late nights was staring him in the face. It was a sailboat about three-fourths of the way finished, and he vaguely wondered how Gibbs was going to get the boat out of the basement.

Gibbs grabbed his mug and blew some sawdust off of it. He reached up on the shelf and grabbed the bottle of bourbon he kept there. "You drink?" he asked her daughter's boyfriend gruffly, not looking up from pouring his drink.

"Is that a trick question, sir?" Harry shot back warily, not wanting to give Kelly's father any excuse to shoot him. He knew that Gibbs had probably read his file, and since there was little to worry about on that front, he had to be extra cautious of what he did and said right now. It was true that he didn't want Kelly's family to kill him, but more than that he wanted them to like him, and that started with her dad.

Gibbs gave the kid a look. "Don't call me sir," he commanded. "I work for a living." He poured a second glass of bourbon and handed it to his guest (and possible victim). "Harry James Potter," he recited from the kid's file. "Lieutenant in the Royal Marines and attached to a NATO force in Afghanistan as part of the Special Forces Support Group. Citations listed for bravery and leadership and on the fast track to promotion. From what I can tell, a Marine I would have been liked to serve with in my day."

Harry took a sip of his bourbon and swallowed. "Thank you," he replied, choking back the sir. Though he knew Gibbs had only been a Gunnery Sergeant, the man had the air of an officer, someone who deserved his respect.

Gibbs continued talking. "Of course, none of those things tell me if you're good for my daughter."

"Should they?" Harry couldn't help but ask, a slight smirk on his face.

Surprisingly, Gibbs relaxed a bit at hearing this comment. Harry had no way of knowing it was almost exactly what Kelly had said to her dad just last week. "They tell me that you are a good man and an honorable Marine, one who's taken more than his fair share of hits. They tell me that you are the kind of man who would do anything to protect my daughter, though with your medical history you might also give her premature gray hair."

The older man gave the young Marine a steely blue eyed gaze. "I will only ask you this question once, Lieutenant Potter, because that's how many times Kelly's grandmother asked me. Are you in love with my daughter?"

"Yes," Harry asked without a hint of hesitation. "I am, sir." Ignoring Gibbs's slight glare at the use of the word sir, Harry kept talking. "I love your daughter, and one day I hope she will agree to marry my stupid arse because I cannot fathom ever wanting to be with anyone else the rest of my life the way I want to be with her." He kept eye contact with the NCIS Special Agent. "Kelly needs me to protect her like a fish needs a bicycle and the same goes for making her happy, but I will try my best to do both as long as I am able to."

There was a moment of silence between the two men, and for a moment Harry wasn't sure what was going to happen. Gibbs's hand was twitching, and whether he was going for the bourbon or his gun wasn't clear. The smart self-preservation side of him told him to make a tactical retreat, but both the Gryffindor genes and the Marine in him told him to stand his ground. Finally, much to Harry's surprise, Gibbs smiled and finished off his bourbon before refilling both his and Harry's cups. "Now, tell me. Does it still feel like hell out there?"

Harry grinned. He didn't think he'd have a problem getting along with Gibbs now.

Upstairs, Kelly was helping her stepmother tidy up the kitchen. She leaned against the counter, wine glass in hand, and took a sip. Jenny wiped her hands dry with a towel and grabbed her own glass. It was probably the best French Bordeaux she had ever tasted. She mentally reminded herself to do something nice for Kelly's strapping Brit.

Speaking of said step-daughter, Kelly had been awfully quiet since Harry went downstairs. Usually their after dinner clean-up was filled with laughs and chatter, mostly about what Kelly had been up to or funny anecdotes about what was going on at the agency. Tonight, though, Kelly was silent, only stopping to take sips of her wine. Jenny hadn't pushed her, but it seemed like the question needed to be asked.

"Something on your mind?" she asked gently, setting the wine-glass down on the counter.

Kelly sighed, draining the last of her wine before placing the glass in the sink. "I'm just… I don't know. I'm so happy that Harry's here and that I get so much time with him, but I know that when this week is over, he'll have to go home and be sent back into the middle of it all. Just the thought makes me crazy. I watch the news, and whenever I see bombs going off in Afghanistan or hostages taken, I can't help but think that could be him. It is so easy for him to get killed." Her voice broke. "I don't know if I could handle that. I don't know if I can handle any of this."

Jenny nodded sympathetically. She knew the feeling. Even though she had been a NCIS agent and was the director and therefore knew agents put themselves in the line of fire every time they went out into the field, she still worried about Jethro. It wasn't a reaction she could control, only one she could deal with. "Have you told him any of this?"

Kelly shook her head. "I knew his job was dangerous when I met him. Heck, he was in the hospital for his job when I met him. I wouldn't want him to change anyway. That part of him, the reckless hero part, makes him the man I love. I guess it's just something I'll have to deal with."

"Tell him anyway," Jenny advised. "If anything, you'll feel better getting all that stuff off your chest." She paused for a moment before asking, "Do you love him?"

The look on Kelly's face said it all to the NCIS director, but she answered, "Yes, I do." Glancing at the basement door, she added, "And I should probably go make sure Daddy hasn't killed him yet."

Jenny laughed. "That's probably wise." Kelly walked towards the basement door. "Kelly?" Her stepdaughter turned around. "I like him."

Kelly smiled, knowing that if (God forbid) her dad didn't like Harry, she had an ally in the house. She made her way carefully down the basement stairs, not wanting to disturb any interrogation occurring. Instead, to her surprise, she found both her dad and her boyfriend working on the boat together, laughing. Harry was telling some story, gesturing with one hand as he sanded the boat with the other, and her dad's face was red he was laughing so hard. Kelly raised an eyebrow seeing the almost empty bottle of bourbon. It looked like she was driving home.

"Hey guys," she said when the laughing stopped. Harry and Gibbs turned around. "What's so funny?"

"Hey, babe," Harry replied, walking over to Kelly and wrapping an arm around her waist. "I was just telling your dad some of my boot camp stories."

"I liked the one where you and your friend decided to rig the intercom system to only play the Small World song," Gibbs said grinning. "You've got a keeper here, spitfire."

Kelly raised her eyebrows. "Is that a fatherly stamp of approval I just heard?" Gibbs nodded. "Can I get a recording of it?" Her dad just laughed.

"It's late. You kids better be heading home," Gibbs said. He turned to Harry. "We'll have to go to the shooting range before you leave. Maybe invite Ziva and see who's a better shot."

Harry laughed. "I think I'd lose that contest," he replied. He held a hand out to Gibbs, which he shook. "Nice to meet you, Gibbs."

Much to Kelly's shock, her dad shook his head, stating, "Call me Jethro."

Harry started to head upstairs, but Kelly lingered. She hugged her dad tightly in the way she hadn't since she was a kid. "Thanks for not killing him."

"It would've been wasteful for me to kill him. He's a good man, Kelly."

"I know. Night, Daddy."

"Night, spitfire."

Kelly woke up and stretched out her arms like a cat. It had been a late night for her. After they got home from her dad's, Kelly had thought it appropriate to reward her boyfriend for his rousing success at dinner and in the basement. Needless to say, sleep had not been a priority.

Luckily, it was Sunday, and she didn't have to go into work. She had put in her time off for Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday but had been unable to wrangle the rest of the week off. Harry had said he didn't mind and planned to use the time to wander around and do a little sightseeing. Kelly made him promise not to go to certain sights without her though.

Throwing on Harry's button up t-shirt, Kelly headed to the kitchen where she found a very appealing sight: her boyfriend dressed in nothing but his boxers making breakfast. She sat at the counter, smiling. "So, Chef Potter, what's on the menu?"

Harry grinned. "Well, my fair lady, today's entrée will include French toast, bangers, bacon, and hash. I considered making you a full Monty, but I think you need to make your way up to that. It should be ready any minute,"

"And coffee?" Kelly questioned.

Harry grabbed a cup he had near him and handed it to her. "I heard you wake up. I made it just the way you like it: a dollop of creamer and one packet of sweetener."

Kelly took a sip and moaned in delight. It tasted like heaven. "You are a god," she proclaimed, clutching her cup possessively.

Harry laughed. "So you said last night. Multiple times." Kelly gave him a look but went back to her coffee. She watched Harry as he flipped the bacon over and checked on the French toast.

"So where did you learn to cook?" she asked curiously, leaning up against the counter.

Harry effortlessly slid the hash browns onto a plate and placed the pan in the sink. "When I was a kid, I used to watch my nanny cook. She would let me help, and I was interested enough that she taught me all her recipes." It wasn't a total lie. Harry had always liked to watch the house elf in charge of him, Mimi, cook, and she encouraged his interest. The Potter house elves, unlike most, were well-treated and not threatened by humans doing their work. Lily Potter had made sure of that.

Kelly smiled, picturing young Harry cracking eggs into a bowl and being ordered around by a British nanny. "I used to help my mom bake," she remembered. "Whenever Dad came home from a deployment, we always had a cake or a pie waiting for him."

"I bet he liked that," Harry said, thinking of his own welcome home dinner and how wonderful it felt to eat something homemade after all those months away.

"He did," Kelly agreed. "That was always my favorite part of him coming home, the three of us sitting at the table and eating pie and catching up on everything."

Breakfast being finished, Harry pulled out two plates and loaded them with food, handing one to his girlfriend. She smiled.

"What?" Harry asked.

Kelly shook her head. "Nothing. You just look good in my kitchen."

Harry smirked. "Just in your kitchen?"

Kelly rolled her eyes. "Stop fishing for compliments, Potter!"

"Yes, ma'am," Harry quipped before digging into his breakfast. Kelly had to admit that Harry had just reached a level of perfection she thought impossible. She had a hot, kind, brave, British boyfriend who could cook and was excellent in bed. It all seemed too good to be true. What did she have to offer him?

Well, she could think of one thing… Finishing up her breakfast, Kelly placed her plate in sink and gave Harry a saucy smile. "So, what do you want to do today?"

Harry grinned. He knew where this was going. Playing dumb, he responded, "I'm not sure. Have any good ideas?"

Kelly flipped her hair back. "A few," she purred. She headed back towards her bedroom, taking Harry's shirt off first and then her bra. Harry quickly followed after her. The dishes could definitely wait.