Chapter Four "Baseline Boredom"

Harry yawned drowsily, looking grumpily at his caretaker as Gibbs carried him into the NCIS base elevators. Clad in his dungarees and red tee, the de-aged wizard shifted until Gibbs shifted him to see better, allowing him better visibility. Abby and Tony had gone ahead of them while Gibbs had –rudely in his opinion—woken up him by simply stealing him away from his crib and strapping him in the car seat while he slumbered. Waking up to find yourself constrained really wasn't the way to go.

"Someone looks cranky," chuckled an unfamiliar voice and Harry blinked at them, frowning.

"I woke him up from his nap," Gibbs replied, setting Harry down on a cold table while the infant-sized Auror studied this man. The elderly man in front of him looked quite like the stereotypical grandfather figure with dapper appearance and bow tie to complete the ensemble.

"No body around for the kid to see. Right, Ducky?" Gibbs gently maneuvered Harry until he was lying down on the somewhat cold table, making Harry whine in protest. All that really came from his mouth was gurgles and babbles, but he could still make his tone sound upset at least!

"I thought you might be down here with our young John Doe, so I took the liberty of having Mr. Palmer keep our dear Clark Johnson in the cooler." Ducky told Gibbs wisely. Harry mentally cringed. Did this man investigate the bodies or something? Was that what these metal tables were for? Ah, gross! Harry tried to squirm off the table, but his caretaker had a better hold on him than he thought.

"Hold still there, kiddo," Gibbs ordered as he shifted Harry onto his back, making sure he didn't escape. Harry whined even more and tried to protest, but found his arms too strong. Instead, he frowned as Ducky came upon him and began to unbutton his overalls.

"A curious young man, isn't he?" chuckled Ducky as he undressed the Boy-who-lived and began to give Harry what he now realized was a check up. So, was Ducky some kind of doctor? However, he mentioned that dead body. Was he a dead-person doctor? Dead Doctor Ducky? Harry snorted which came out as a giggle aloud. The two adults smiled down at him as Ducky poked, prodded, weighed and examined Harry, finally finishing up not too long after.

"He's a perfectly healthy nine-month-old baby boy," Ducky informed Gibbs as Harry was lifted up back into Gibbs' arms. He rested his head against the strong shoulder, reasoning to himself that it was just because his sleep had been interrupted so abruptly. Harry was quite happy to leave the stupid room with the cold metal tables soon after. In the elevator, Gibbs chuckled at Harry for some reason.

"Such a silly little boy," Gibbs murmured as he adjusted Harry onto his left hip, keeping an arm around him as Harry instinctively snaked an arm around the agent's neck.

'You're one to talk,' Harry thought to himself as he yawned again, rubbing his eye with his free hand. The elevator doors pinged open and Harry gazed around the office area tiredly. It looked a regular muggle office area; just like the ones in the movies that he remembered watching with Ron and Hermione one evening when Ron and he had finished training for the day. Not too much, though - oh cool, a Most Wanted wall! The Aurors had a wall like that, only they were categorized of course and full of Death Eaters. Hmm... Wonder if any wizards or witches were on this wall-

"And in the words of Leroy Jethro Gibbs 'I don't believe in coincidences'…"

Harry looked over to see Tony standing up casually ahead of Ziva, smirking and doing some kind of imitation of Gibbs. Harry felt his caregiver shift him closer as he brought his now free hand up and walked over to them.

"Is that a fact DiNozzo?" Tony looked up cheerfully at Gibbs and turned back to the manila file in his hands, speaking proudly. Harry was curious as to what his guardian was going to do with his hand held so high up there.

"Hey boss. I was just telling Ziva about this lead that –"

Smack.

"Yeah I heard," murmured Gibbs as he passed Tony after giving that obnoxiously loud head slap. Whoa, did he just head slap Tony? Harry looked surprised that Gibbs had smacked his coworker's head as such. However, Tony didn't seem affected by this fact at all, if how fast he recovered was any indication. Gibbs ordered Tony to help set up the portable playpen he'd purchased and he deposited Harry into the mini-prison soon after. The little Auror glanced up at them with a bored expression clearly written on his childish face. What was he supposed to do in this contraption? Sing them a lullaby? Bite his arm to death? Better yet, scream bloody murder.

"Hmm…" Gibbs looked down at Harry and seemed to realize that he was essentially without anything to do in his prison. Tim and Ziva were giving their boss's newest charge curious looks, which he returned, still having only seen both of them once or twice during his hospital stay. Tim looked decidedly nervous around him for some odd reason, Harry mused. Was he that intimidating for a baby? Or was Tim like Pete- He better not think such ill thought! Harry inwardly shuddered. No one would ever appreciate being compared to that rat. Tim appeared pretty nice at least, if a bit anxious. He was sort of like Neville when his friend was 11. The thought brought back wistful memories. He hoped the others would figured out where he was soon. Though that was unlikely in his current state.

"McGee!" barked the leader. Tim jumped, startled, before turning away from his staring contest with the de-aged 18-year-old. Harry crossed his arms and frowned, mentally telling himself he wasn't pouting. He was… just frowning. That was it.

"Y… Yeah, boss?" Tim stammered. Harry smirked at him, quickly frowning again when Ziva turned his way once more. He was supposed to be a baby and babies didn't just smirk after all.

"Find out what you can about a Potter family." Harry glanced up, startled at hearing his last name. Hell, why did Gibbs ask for a Potter?

"Any reason why, boss?" Tony asked curiously.

"The kid was found in a pair of maroon looking robes with a weird badge, said H. Potter on it," answered Gibbs with a glare at his team until Tim hurried to his computer. "Ziva, check out the scene and see if you can find anyone who recognized the Vic. around the area. DiNozzo…"

"Yeah boss man?" Tony cheerfully asked.

"Take the kid to the nearest store and get him enough baby things to last him a week or two." Gibbs smirked at Tony's horrified look and Harry would've mirrored that expression if Gibbs hadn't picked him up as he spoke. He hated being lugged about! How old were babies before they started walking anyways?

"Uh… Yes sir, Gibbs." Tony sighed before he retrieved Harry from the smirking boss and awkwardly positioned Harry on his hip. Harry realized that Tony had never carried him before and it clearly showed by how horrible his hold on him was. For Merlin's sake, he might not like being carried but he was going to crash to his doom in Tony's hold!

"Uh!" The de-aged young adult exclaimed, squirming until his caregiver glared at Tony and positioned him correctly on his colleague's hip. The agent flushed before holding Harry properly and saluting Gibbs mockingly before dashing for the elevators.

Warning: Next chapter has a new POV again. This time Tony's will be Tony but he'll constantly refer to Harry as random pet names.

Shopping trip! Yay! Those are always fun, hopefully Harry doesn't wreak havoc on Tony. Will Tim discover H. Potter? Will they find Harry's connection to this Clark bloke? Only time will tell. Reviews are appreciated to keep my spirits going if nothing else.