Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Nor do I own NCIS. Anything contained in this story is merely a fantasy and all resemblance to anything or anyone is purely coincidental.

A/N: Okay, people… I'm thinking about adding more chaos to this story… another pairing I mean. Preferably slash. I'm not asking you to vote or anything I'll just be glad for any suggestions. We've got Bill, Severus and Remus from the HP side of the story and Gibbs, McGee from the NCIS. So tell me what you think.

Also, thanks for all the reviews. You've really made my day.

CHAPTER 4 – A LAB CHAT

Harry has never felt more at home than in Leroy Jethro Gibbs' arms. There was safety and warmth and the unmistakable feeling of familiarity even though it was only their first meeting.

Accepting this job Harry was a bit afraid. What if Gibbs will turn out to be a royal prat like the rest of his living family? What if they won't like each other? But then the famous Gryffindor courage kicked in and now he was rewarded with… well, an uncle. Gibbs' grip was tight, but Harry was okay with it. It was as if he were saying I'm not gonna let you go and Harry welcomed it with open arms. Literally.

When they finally pulled back it was to a room full of unspoken questions floating around. Jenny's brows were raised so high that they've completely disappeared under her ragged fringe. Tony was staring open-mouthed and stopped only after a fly tried to get itself swallowed. Abby, on the other hand was smiling cheekily and could not help herself but mutter 'Gibbs is getting some' in a loud whisper.

Gibbs and Harry momentarily sobered up and while the former only sighed tiredly, the latter instantaneously stepped in to explain.

"He's my uncle." He said simply and waited.

As usual, Jenny was the first to form a coherent sentence.

"I didn't know you have a sister." She looked at Gibbs expectantly.

Gibbs sighed again. He knew that with Harry here he wouldn't be able to dodge that one.

"I had two sisters. One of them, Lily – that was Harry's mother – has been dead for over twenty years. The second – Petunia – well, let's just say I'm not really fond of her right now." He paused, then looked at Harry. "She's living in England with her family now. We don't see each other often."

"So how come you've never told us about a nephew working in our line of work, boss?" Tony cut in.

"Are you my agent or my psychologist, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked, back in boss mode. "Back to work, now." He glanced briefly at Abby. "You look pale. You should get some caffeine."

"It's only you, Gibbs." She said solemnly. "Only you can turn me out of my own lab." She winked at Harry and walked away.

"If you are done here, I'd like a word with agent Potter in private." Gibbs looked at Jenny.

The director nodded and she too, winked at Harry before leaving.

Gibbs smirked. "You have a way with women."

"I honestly wouldn't know." Harry replied sincerely. "I'm gay."

"Well, I'm sure DiNozzo would like to go out with you, judging by his excessive salivation."

Harry studied him for a moment, then smiled. "Are you, by any chance, playing matchmaker?"

Gibbs looked startled. "I want you to get to know my people, since we'll be working together." He narrowed his eyes. "Which brings me to my next question-"

"Let me guess," Harry made a face. "You want to know how I got to work here?"

"Tell me." Gibbs replied, and Harry told him his story, changing goblins for trusted lawyers and floo for a plane. Even though he felt very comfortable with his uncle he had no idea how to explain him the magical world.

-ooo000ooo—

Abby caught up with Tony just outside the elevator.

"Oh my God, he's a cutie!" She shouted loudly, making Tony wince and pat his ear.

"Oh, come on, admit it!" She was jumping around him. "He's hot. And he's gay. He's perfect for you!"

"How many 'Caf-Pow's' have you had today, Abby?" Tony asked and grabbed her arms. Her jumping was making him dizzy.

"Just one." She shrugged. "But he's really hot."

"He is." He admitted, then wondered what made him say that out loud. "It's your fault." He pointed at Abby.

"It's my fault he's hot?" She looked at him as if he were crazy.

"No, your fault that I agreed."

"Yup, I can take the blame for that." She nodded happily. "But have you seen his hair?" She was waving her hands excitedly. "And his tattoo?"

That got Tony's attention. " A tattoo? What, where? I didn't notice."

"A lily on his wrist. It's sad, really. I mean, he must have had it done to remind him of his mom." She said sympathetically. " I wonder whether he has more. He certainly looks like the type."

Tony only hummed in agreement.

"And you know what, Tony?" She smirked teasingly. "He has a tongue ring. Do you know what wicked things you could do to it with that tongue in your mouth?"

"You're pure evil, Abs."

-ooo000ooo—

"You could move in with me, if you'd like." Gibbs offered. He wanted to make up for the lost time. He had so many questions for Harry.

"Actually I have an apartment nearby. I haven't seen it yet, but the go- lawyers said that it's nice, and I trust them."

"You trust the lawyers?" Gibbs looked at him doubtfully. "Are you sure you're my nephew?"

"They're really good lawyers." Harry replied. "But I'd appreciate if you could tell me something about you."

"Okay. Tonight at my place."

"Fine by me." Harry smiled. "I think it's time to go back to work. They were saying something about a goth guy?"

-ooo000ooo—

"Oh, you so wanna know." Tony sat on McGee's desk and looked at Ziva.

"What do we want to know, Tony?" Ziva asked cautiously, careful not to let Tony trick her into making some language puns again.

"That Gibbs has a nephew."

"That what?" McGee's face appeared above the computer screen.

"Agent Harry Potter." Tony said as if it were obvious.

"The cutie?" Ziva seemed interested.

"He's gay." Tony said quickly.

"He is?" McGee popped out again, this time for longer, examining Tony's face for any signs of deception.

"Why do you care?" Tony got defensive. "You're straight like the Robin Hood's arrow."

"It wasn't a good comparison." McGee announced.

"Yes, Tony," Ziva cut in. "Arrows can bend. But, as they say, you should keep to the straight an arrow."

"It's 'to the straight and narrow', Ziva, and what's that got to do with anything?" Tony winced when suddenly a hand collided with the back of his head. "Got it, boss."

"Got what, DiNozzo?" Gibbs' grabbed his coffee and downed it in one swallow.

"Whatever you wanted, boss."

A ringing laugh made them look up. Harry was standing a few feet away and was apparently very amused.

"Now I know what you meant, Leroy," He said, and smiled seductively at Tony. "Great body, but mind…"

Ziva coughed lightly to hide her laughter.

-ooo000ooo—

The day came and passed, and suddenly Harry found himself knocking to Leroy's door. Earlier that day Gibbs told him to call him by name, so as not to give away their relationship to any possible bad guys. As far as he was concerned, Leroy was Gibbs' first name, so… well, it was his idea anyway.

Gibbs opened the door and led the way inside.

Harry immediately liked the simple and manly house. There weren't many objects there but one thing in particular caught his attention. It was a wedding photo standing near the fireplace.

Gibbs saw what he was looking at and lifted it gently.

"It's from my first wedding. My wife Shannon was the greatest love of my life, pretty much like with your parents. We had a daughter, Kelly. They both died a while ago." He smiled sadly to his memories.

"I'm sorry." Harry said quietly, at the same time knowing that words were of no use here.

"Shannon was a bit like Lily, they would've liked each other." He explained. "And this –" He pointed to a grey-haired man behind them "is your grandfather Jackson."

Harry eyed the man on the photo carefully. There was simply no way it was his grandfather. Severus' familia membrana was designed to point out any close member of the family. Something was definitely not right.