Disclaimer: I sadly don't own Harry Potter (or I would be very rich and would have done different things with the characters) and neither do I own NCIS.

Author's note: Wow, this one was kind of tricky, that's mostly the reason why it took some time to write it. And how come the prompts become longer and longer…?

YaoiSlash: Probably not what you were expecting, but I don't really like writing the obvious. I have another idea for a surprise-birthdayparty, that would fit the 'secret'-prompt as well. Maybe I'll write that later. I hope you like it anyway!

ShadowOkamiYokai: I'm kinda curious about what you were expecting.

Have fun reading and if you have a prompt you want me to write, just post it and the character in your comment and I'll do my best!

Fandom: NCIS/Harry Potter X-Over

Pairing: Tony x Harry

Prompt: Secret (YaoiSlash)

Rating: M… probably

Warning: slash and… that's it really

This was one of the best undercover locations ever! A strip-bar, like the one he had visited with Kate a long time ago - when his ex-teammate had still been alive - was still number one, but this wasn't bad either. Unfortunately he didn't have any time to check out all the good-looking women in the club, who were teasing him and everyone who was interested with short and tight outfits. He allowed himself a glance here and there, but Gibbs's voice soon reminded him of his task. Damn camera. Who needed visual footage anyway? Well, back to work then.

Why couldn't the murder suspect be a woman who was easy on the eyes? But no, he had to look for a dark-haired, bright-eyed guy of average height, who, apparently, frequented this club quiet often. That was all the clues they had. Yes, easy. There were only, like, dozens of men with that description here, just waiting for him to interrogate them.

Right.

And here was his first vict- suspect. Tony was mostly a Lady's Man, but damn, who could resist those leather-clad legs? That ass wasn't bad either. Luckily for him the guy had black hair and fit the height requirement as well. Tequila in one hand, a rum-cola in the other, he approached the other male, who seemed to take a breather from dancing, with his charming grin turned on full power. "Hi, I couldn't help noticing you and wondered if you're willing to let me treat you to a drink?" Still grinning he raised the Tequila a bit more. The guy was looking at him with suspicion in his eyes, but was obviously checking him out anyways, before he slowly took the glass. "The name's Matthew." Except, it was really not. "Harry." British accent, jackpot! He, personally, was really hoping he hadn't found the actual suspect.

The next hour was filled with dancing, telling Harry tidbits of his own life – made-up and real ones – and subtly interrogating the other man. In the end Tony only knew that the man indeed came from Britain, but was now working here in the States. That he wanted into his pants and still hadn't touched the drink.

That was it.

No last name or even an idea what the other man was working as. Gibbs wasn't impressed, but Tony himself didn't care all that much, if he was honest with himself. The guy was like sex on legs. A body to die for, a sexy accent and the most amazing eyes he had seen in a long while. Not to mention the way he moved. A dangerous but sensual way that went right to his midsection. Tony was only one step away from abandoning his task and just taking Harry home with him, when something started to beep.

The raven-haired man was taking out what looked like a strange looking mobile while covering his other ear with his hand to keep out most of the music. "Potter speaking." NOW they were getting somewhere. A last name! "Idiots, can't they do anything without my help? I'm there as soon as possible." Or maybe not. "Sorry, some of my co-workers have screwed up big time, so I have to go and safe the… night I guess." And of course that wasn't suspicious at all… "It was nice meeting you." And with a kiss to his cheek Harry was gone.

TOP SECRET

It was all too easy to imaging these two words in glaring red letters being written all over the file he was currently looking at. For the hundredth time. Eleven years of living and then nothing. The rest of the live of one Harry Potter was a secret almost as well kept as Area 51. Not even director Shepard or other higher-ups had been able to get clearance to look at the whole thing. Not that it mattered for the case anymore. They had caught the murderer already and it hadn't been Harry. But he just couldn't let it go and still tried to find out more information. He had even gone to the club a couple more times.

"That's actually the reason I'm here, you know, 'Matthew'?" Quickly Tony spun around on his chair and stared at the newcomer with wide eyes.

Harry.

The subject of his obsession was standing right behind him with a cocked eyebrow. How had he been able to get there without him noticing anyways? "I understood the need to investigate me when you thought I was the suspect of your case. But now you have no reason to and you're still trying to dig up more information about my life."

Tony didn't say anything for a couple of moments, still trying to process the presence of the person in front of him. At last his brain restarted. "How do you know you were a suspect and how did you get in here?" Harry sighed and slowly shook his head. "My boss arranged it with yours when you wouldn't stop sticking your nose into places it shouldn't be in and I have my methods to knowing things. We are, after all, in the same branch of work." Grinning the raven-haired man let his fingers travel up Tony's neck, eliciting a soft shiver. "Tomorrow, eight pm, Piqueo's. Then you can… satisfy your curiosity all you want." And it was apparent, that he didn't only talk about questions Tony may have had.

Harry is an Auror and transferred for whatever reason to the American ministry.