Disclaimer: I do not own neither Harry Potter nor NCIS. If I did everything would end differently.

A/N: First things first - I'm sorry for the long wait - unfortunately my computer went through a little rebellion - I lost most of my data, the last chapter included. It's not fixed yet - I'm writing on my sis' notebook and I honestly have no idea when the next chapter will show up.

As for those who think my chapters are too short - well I agree but: 1) Seimika - if I waited before uploading a chapter it would definitely take forever and 2) I'll try to post longer ones when the plot develops. No promises though. Don't like it, don't read.

Also, big thanks to all the reviewers, you really give me motivation to write.

CHAPTER 3 - A STAFF MEETING

Bill never thought he would live to see a goblin gobsmacked but fate proved him wrong when he and Harry stepped into the hall of Gringotts. A couple of goblins were working busily behind the long desk, Griphook being one of them. The creature looked up from above the weighty tome, scribbled with thousands of rune-like signs, only to drop it on his own feet at the sight of young Potter. Bill knew the goblins had a way of recognizing even glamoured people and that made the situation a whole lot funnier.

"Mi-mister Potter, sir!" Griphook squeaked and tried to move the huge book away from his aching toes.

"Let me help you with that," Harry offered waving his wand lazily. Once the tome was safe on the desk he smiled widely. "Nice to see you again, Griphook."

"You too, Mr. Potter," Griphook gave him a toothy grin. "How may I be of service?"

"We'd like to see the manager, Griphook, thanks." Bill interrupted. "Harry here wants to discuss a certain matter with him. Of course, we'll wait if he's unavailable."

The goblin hesitated for a second then mentioned for them to follow.

Griphook lead them to the door hidden in the shadows at the far end of the hall. He knocked three times and a stern voice called them inside.

"I am Draupnir, the chief manager of Gringotts bank in London." The goblin introduced himself. He was a head shorter than Griphook, his eyes were more sneaky, his ears were more pointed, even his skin had a more greenish tint. All in all, Harry thought, he looked more like Master Yoda than a bank manager.

"May the gold flow into your hands." Harry greeted him warmly, thankful that Bill already gave him a lesson in modern goblin etiquette.

"May the power flow through your veins." The manager responded and smiled widely. „I see you've taken the time to study our customs, Mr. Potter, not many can say the same."

"Please, call me Harry."

"Only if you call me Draupnir."

Bill and Griphook glanced at each other and raised their brows. The goblin looked at the redhead questioningly but Bill only shrugged in response. None of them heard of anyone allowed to call the chief manager by name. But well, Harry was always the exception.

"So what brings you here on this fine day Harry?" Draupnir asked pleasantly.

"I want to ask for your assistance," Harry explained straight away. "I'm leaving England and I was wondering whether you have any job vacancies in America."

Draupnir studied him carefully for a moment. Then he smiled so widely that all of his pointy teeth were visible.

"I don't have anything for you if you wish to work for Gringotts but I believe there is a need for someone like you in the other department."

„Do explain."

-ooo000ooo-

Finally.

Gibbs downed the cold now coffee. Finally he found something on his nephew. Or, rather, Tobias did.

He was waiting for the FBI agent in front of the NCIS building, to impatient to wait for him upstairs. His right hand was dancing jive on his hip, the left one settled for crushing the empty coffee cup. He managed to stop his leg from tapping out the whole Morse alphabet on the pavement just in time to see Tobias getting out of his SUV.

"What do you have for me, Tobias?" He blurted out impatiently.

The FBI agent just smirked at him and handed him the file.

"You know, I'm not your errand-boy," Fornell complained. "You could show some appreciation."

"Do not whine, Tobias. It doesn't go well with the suit you're wearing." He turned around heading for the building. "I owe you one."

-ooo000ooo-

"Let me get this straight, I'll be a liaison between the government agencies when it comes to project Phoenix, an indefinite period and top secret undertaking, involving both the muggle and wizarding worlds." Harry rubbed his eyes tiredly. "What exactly does it involve?"

"Well," Draupnir hesitated. "You'll be working as a field agent, getting your orders from a particular director. In some cases you'll be the team leader, thanks to your experience and the highest clearance."

"And what agencies are in on this?" Bill cut in, running his hand through Harry's messy hair soothingly.

"FBI, CIA, DEA, NCIS," The goblin listed, but was interrupted again, this time by Harry's incredulous stare.

"NCIS?" He asked, his eyes wide. In his letter Gibbs revealed that he was working for NCIS. "You've got to be kidding me!" And he hid his face in his hands.

"You can always think of it as Fate's will." Bill advised and turned to Draupnir. „One more question. What the hell is project Phoenix anyway?"

"Under this name all data concerning the wizarding world are hidden. Well, all data important to the government, and all of the important files. The records of the wanted criminals who also happen to be wizards, all the recorded questionings, files from the World War II and its connection with Grindelwald, everything along those lines."

"It doesn't sound like there's much to do," Harry complained. "I mean, how many crimes can there be connected with wizarding world?"

"You'd be surprised, Harry."

-ooo000ooo-

Gibbs spent fifteen whole minutes going through Harry's files. To his surprise the only thing that stood out was a project named Phoenix, and his curiosity grew even stronger when he found out he couldn't access the files. What could a secret project have in common with his nephew?

-ooo000ooo-

After discussing all the details, Harry asked Draupnir to find him a quiet and preferably large apartment. He also requested a portkey to the FBI office for the next morning and a reusable one for Bill to his apartment. The goblin assured them that everything will be ready by afternoon and they said their goodbyes.

Without waiting for any comment, Harry grabbed Bill's shoulder and apparated them to his house. There were no words between them as he smashed his lips to Bill's, hands tugging on the redhead's shirt. That was their last night together. Tomorrow Harry would start a new chapter in his life, somewhere far away, across the ocean.

-ooo000ooo-

On Monday morning Jenny marched into the elevator, wincing inwardly at the sight of Gibbs, the ever-present coffee in his hand and a slight smirk on his face. She wasn't surprised at all when he flipped the switch on the panel and the elevator stopped mid-floors.

"What is project Phoenix?" He asked suddenly and this was a question she did not expect. She berated herself in her mind, once again promising that she'd never be taken by surprise again.

"How do you know about that?" She asked, her tone dry and solemn.

"Does it matter?"

"No," She flipped the switch. "I can't tell you anything anyway."

Jenny stepped out of the elevator and headed for her office. She stopped when she saw Cynthia talking to a man, dressed in a dark grey suit and a black shirt. When he turned around she saw a pair of the most brilliant green eyes and sexy black locks falling on his forehead.

"You must be director Shepard." He extended his hand in greeting. She noticed a tongue ring and grinned. Abby will love him, she thought. Even his voice was deep and sexy, the British accent only adding to that, she noticed, happy that her complexion never allowed a blush to be visible.

"I am." She shook his hand. "And you are?"

"Harry Potter." The director looked at him, surprised again. She knew he would come, of course, but she expected someone a bit... well, older.

"How old are you Mr. Potter?" She asked, worry lacing her tone.

"I'm 22." He answered, visibly annoyed. "But if you plan to judge me by my age, we should just go our seperate ways."

"There will be no need for that. I am merely concerned for my agency." She explained, feeling a bit like a small child being berated by a parent. "I suppose you've already met other directors?"

"I did, but none of them were as pretty as you." He winked and smiled widely.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Potter." She warned but couldn't help but feel pleased.

"Just call me Harry."

"Then you may call me Jenny," She allowed handing him his bagde. "Now let's go, I want you to meet the others."

-ooo000ooo-

Harry was getting more and more restless. He smiled pleasantly when he was introduced to all the field agents but his eyes were wandering, searching for someone who might turn out to be his uncle. Harry wondered whether Gibbs looked like Lily. Or maybe, he resembled aunt Petunia. He shuddered at the mere thought.

"Officer David, a liaison between NCIS and Mossad." He shook hands with a beautiful but dangerous looking Israeli girl, at the moment very happy that he was gay.

"And agent McGee, our computer specialist." Jenny looked at them sternly. "This is agent Potter, he's a liaison between several agencies, including NCIS. Now tell me, where the hell is Gibbs."

"Abby found something in our dead marine's jacket. He and Tony are down in the lab."

-ooo000ooo-

"What is that?" Gibbs asked pointing at the object in Abby's gloved hand.

"Glad you asked, Gibbs." She unscrewed the top.

"It's a lipstick." Tony murmured.

"Yes!" Abby shouted enthusiastically. "A black one."

"So what, our marine had a goth girlfriend?"

"It's possible." Abby nodded frantically. "Or he used it himself."

"Oh right, goth guys can also wear black lipstick." Tony explained. "It's gross."

"And why is it, Tony?" She asked, hands on her hips.

"Well - I - that is -" He stammered.

"What, Tony? Don't you like guys?" Abby smirked inwardly.

"Huh? Of course I like guys! It's - wait! I don't like guys, I like girls. Soft, curvy-"

"That's too bad." A new voice interrupted from the doorway. Tony turned around to see the most beautiful guy ever walk into the lab, Jenny a step behind him.

"Tony, I'm sure agent Gibbs would like you to connect the lipstick to our dead officer, not to yourself." Jenny smiled. "I'd like you to meet someone."

She noticed Harry looking strangely at Gibbs. "This is agent Potter-" Gibbs' head shot up and he stared at the younger man. "A liaison between NCIS and other agencies. You will work together in the future."

Abby and Tony said their greetings but they went unnoticed as Harry and Gibbs stared at each other.

Finally the older agent straightened up and smiled widely.

"Harry." He said warmly, then did something no one gathered could have foreseen. He hugged Harry Potter.