This one is a bit of a crossover, with NCIS. Which is probably obvious from the first sentence. Anyways, read, review, enjoy. :D NCIS

"You need a new hobby Gibbs." Sarah states, leaning against the door to the storage room that's been converted into a workshop just below the field level of the Quidditch pitch.

The Gryffidor team captian doesn't work up from the wood he's sanding. "So do you." Putting down the sand paper he grabs
a couple of mugs holding some of his smaller woodworking tools and dumps them out on the bench as Sarah walks over.

"Well I guess some things will never change then." She replies, dragging over the other stool as Gibbs pours out a fair
amount of firewhiskey into each mug. He passes one to her as she sits down and they both take a drink in silence.

Setting down her mug, Sarah looks around the workshop, nicknamed 'the basement' by pretty much everyone, and sees a new pile of wood in one corner. "Another boat?" She asks, raising her eyebrow at him.

Shrugging, Gibbs sets down his mug. "Somethin to do between broom repairs."

With a sigh, she picks up her mug and takes another sip. "Any word on when tryouts are?"

"Three weeks. I know Ziva and Leela have been getting some practice in, you should join them. They may not be Gryffindor, but you need the challenge." Gibbs states, taking the piece of wood he'd been working on and continuing to sand it. The two Ravenclaw chaser's are the biggest challenge the Gryffindor team has this year, and he want's his best chaser in top form. If he could, he'd have all three of them on the same team, he's seen them on the same team in scrimmage, they're unstoppable.

"Maybe I will." Sarah leans against the work bench, holding her mug. "Might goad Harry or the Doctor into coming along... maybe Ace." Its probably the worst kept secret and the greatest irony of the Gryffindor Quidditch team that easily the best chaser is afraid of heights. Not that she'll ever admit it of course, but sometimes it takes a bit of convincing to get her to actually fly.

Polishing off her mug, she pours herself some more, watching Gibbs work. "You didn't come here to find out about tryouts." He bluntly states, not looking up from his work."What's botherin' ya Sarah?"

"Nothing more than usual, just needed a reprieve from everybody else. This is pretty much a perfect quiet spot." She replies with a shrug. "Not really in the mood to deal with 'Cheer up old thing.' or 'Come on Sarah! I've got to show you this secret passage.' Sometimes I want to brood." She pouts, after doing fairly passable impressions of Harry and the Doctor.

Gibbs chuckles a little, setting down his project as she glares at him. "S' not funny Gibbs!"

Holding up his hands, he gives her a little smirk. "Well, you did do a fairly good impression of them. Don't let DiNozzo know you're a bit of a mimic, he'll have you pulling Sean Connery impressions the rest of the year." He teases, earning a punch in the arm.

"Does Tony even realize there's a difference between my accent and Ducky's accent?" Sarah rolls her eyes and takes a long drag of her firewhiskey.

"Don't think it really matters to him." Gibbs replies, giving her a look.

"Yeah, well, he tries to hit on me again and I'm slapping him." She finishes her mug and sets it back on the work bench. "Well, I've got class in 10. I'll let Ducky know you're in here." She stands up and walks to the door. Pausing a moment at the doorway she turns to look back at him.

"By the way Gibbs, how the hell do you get the boat out of here?" Its pretty well known that he doesn't use magic to build the damn things, and no one's ever seen his wand around his workshop.

He just gives an enigmatic smile. "One day, I'll tell ya."

She rolls her eyes again, turns with a long suffering sigh and leaves. He smiles to himself, maybe he'll tell her if Abby ever figures it out.