"Jethro, what are you doing?" Harry asked slowly.
"Hmm? Oh Harry," The younger man felt himself melting just a little as Gibbs turned and greeted him with that slight smile, his blue eyes glowing as they rested on Harry. He was sitting at his work table in the basement pouring over a few books and making notes.
"I'm sorry I thought you had finished your case, I don't want to disturb you," Harry frowned.
"Oh, I am, Duck gave me these," He held up one of the books. 'Understanding your Wizarding partner'.
"Hermione," Harry groaned pressing his hand to his face.
"Hey, don't blame her, I asked Duck if there was something I could have to understand a little better," Gibbs chuckled standing and wrapping his arms around Harry.
The dark-haired man sighed and pressed his face into Gibbs' chest. The damage that had been made to their relationship still was not fully healed, but it had only been a month, and it was getting better. They just seemed to have come to a pause in their relationship while they figured out how to repair the cracks. Gibbs had been desperately trying to make up for his mistake, trying to understand Harry and the Wizarding world, and show Harry that he accepted him.
He had spoken to Ducky to try and find out even more and find another aspect to understand. And that to Harry meant more than he could say. So instead he reached up and slipped his fingers through Gibbs' short grey hair and pressed sweet, coaxing kisses to his mouth.
They both grimaced when Gibbs' phone went off, pulling apart with a sigh. Gibbs fished his phone out of his pocket a glare already forming. Harry smiled to himself and leant against the older man again, running his nose over Gibbs' jawline before pressing gentle kisses to his throat. He wasn't aware of what Gibbs was saying, just the soft grumble of his voice, and those glowing blue eyes boring into him.
He smirked at the other before he dropped to his knees in front of Gibbs, his fingers quickly and nimbly undoing his belt and flies, before starting to tug his jeans down. He glanced up when Gibbs' hand was placed on his head, and he tugged gently on his hair as a clear indication to stop. He searched those blue eyes and saw nothing but desire a little bit of regret, making it clear that the conversation was calling him into work.
Smirking again he yanked the jeans straight down and reached out to stroke Gibbs' already hardening flesh, leaning closer to kitten lick at the head of his cock as he started stroking him just the way he knew drove Gibbs mad. The older man's hand tightened in his hair, and he seemed torn as to whether to pull Harry away or try and press him further onto his cock. He twisted his hand just the way he knew drove his lover mad, before making a noise of surprise as Gibbs shoved himself deeper into his mouth in response. He quickly responded though and started moving on Gibbs' erection, listening as the man hurried to finish the phone call.
"You're cruel! I have to leave!" The older man growled, but he couldn't stop himself from thrusting a few times into Harry's mouth. Pulling back, he carried on stroking as his licked his lips and smirked at Gibbs.
"You're forgetting I'm a wizard. I can have you there in a second,"
"Which means we have the 20 minutes," Gibbs blinked in realisation before he took smirked and dropped to his knees. Before Harry could protest, he gripped his hips and flipped him around so he was resting on his hands and knees. He gasped when his own leggings were yanked off so fast he was sure Gibbs had vanished them, and he jerked excitedly as cool fingers were pressed to entrance.
"You had lube?!" Harry accused.
"I have been stashing it around the house," Gibbs said unapologetically. The moan Harry let out as he pressed his finger inside his tight heat had Gibbs growling and pressing himself over Harry, shoving up his loose jumper to press kisses to his back.
"Jethro," Harry whined.
"Patience," Gibbs smirked pressing in a second finger just as he nipped at Harry's shoulder blade.
"Hey, isn't that Harry?" Tony frowned. His boss whipped around and frowned as well in confusion as he watched Harry and another man duck under the tape and make their way towards them.
Harry was dressed much more formally than he had ever seen him. He was wearing a pair of black trousers, with a white shirt, a brocaded black jacket was fitted and looked fancy compared to the suits of those around them. The man that he was with was wearing basically the same thing except his jacket was red.
Gibbs huffed to himself, somehow, he thought that Harry showing up at his crime scene was not a good thing, especially not with him looking so official. He was already fighting FBI off and in anther pissing match with Fornell, he was not in the mood for another fight. And he was not happy either with the sight of the man walking a little too close to Harry.
"Agent Gibbs," Harry nodded. His hair was braided tightly back and then pinned into a bun.
"Mr Potter, how may I help you?" Gibbs narrowed his eyes warning Harry.
"I'm afraid I am going to have to have a chat with you," Harry smiled sweetly.
"I thought that you might, this way," he grunted. He could see his team staring, probably wondering what the hell Harry was doing here. "Don't let Fornell near this place," He ordered.
"Auror Potter-Black I must..."
"Agent Gibbs already knows all about the wizarding world. And it isn't Auror," Harry sighed.
"He knows!"
"Agent Gibbs, this is Auror Duncan, Auror Duncan, this is Agent Gibbs of NCIS," Harry made the introductions.
"This is something to do with Magic then?" Gibbs sighed.
"Yes and no, there is a wizard hiring himself out as a hitman, the people that have hired him are muggle. A conundrum," Harry smirked.
"I will work a joint case," Gibbs nodded quickly.
"Aur...Mr Potter-Black I must protest! You don't have the authorisation to agree to a joint case with a muggle agency, Harry this could get you into a lot of trouble,"
Gibbs raised his eyebrow as the man, Duncan, reached out and touched Harry's arm.
"I believe Head Auror Graves gave me the authority to do whatever it took to get this job sealed as quickly as possible," Harry smiled. And stepped away from Duncan.
"We have a deal then Harry," Gibbs placed his hand on Harry's arm, and met Duncan's eyes challengingly.
"Looks like we will be working together then Agent Gibbs," Duncan met his eyes.
"Just piss on me why don't you," Harry rolled his eyes and stalked off, leaving Gibbs and Duncan to follow close behind.
"Agent Gibbs I must insist that you hand this over, this is an FBI case and..."
"Agent Fornell this is an AD case, we have authorisation on this now, yourself and your team will remove yourselves immediately from the area," Harry said sharply.
"AD! You're kidding!" Fornell scowled.
"No, I am not. You are to remove yourself," Harry stood his ground.
"What about NCIS?" Fornell motioned to Gibbs and his team.
"We will be working with them on this," Harry crossed his arms.
"AD don't work with the other alphabets," Fornell frowned confused.
"I didn't work with them before, now if you will excuse me, we have a job to do," Harry smiled. Gibbs smirked and saluted to Fornell before hurrying off after Harry as Duncan stuck close to him as well.
"You look grumpy," Harry smirked as he was shoved into the lift and it was turned off.
"I have just had my ear chewed off the whole way back from the team asking what is going on, why we are working together, why they can only hear half the job, how that is going to stop them from being able to do their job properly, why we are so close, have I been hanging out with you. Not to mention Auror Duncan," The way he spat out the name was like it was poison.
"Are you jealous?" Harry smirked.
"Yes, incredibly," Gibbs grunted.
"You know that I am really not interested, right?" Harry asked.
"He's still hanging around you like a bad smell," Gibbs huffed tugging Harry closer and pressing his nose under his jaw. "Though it is very sexy to see you like this,"
"It is huh?" He could hear the smirk in Harry's voice.
"Very," He couldn't stop himself from pressing kisses to Harry's mouth, something he had been dying to do since he had seen Harry.
"That's good," Harry smirked stepping back and flipping the lift back on.
"Why?" Gibbs narrowed his eyes.
"Because I am about to run all over you," Harry winked before stepping off of the lift as the doors opened, leaving Gibbs staring after him, unsure whether to be aroused or annoyed.
Standing outside the lift was the whole team, plus Duncan, Vance and Ducky. The latter who took one look at them and raised his eyebrow.
"Director Vance wishes to speak to us and Agent Gibbs Harry," Duncan smiled. Gibbs narrowed his eyes further, using his first name, separating him from 'them'.
He stalked after them grumbling mentally to himself as he followed them up the steps and into Vance's office. He quickly moved to stand on the other side of Harry, who rolled his eyes and moved back to take a seat in one of the chairs opposite Vance.
"So, I believe that you are willing to work a joint case. Agent Gibbs will take the..."
"I am going to stop you right there I am afraid. Agent Gibbs and his team will track down who hired the Hit Wizard, they will deal with that side of thing and arrest the muggle aspect. As for the Hit Wizard, that will fall onto the AD, we will track him down and arrest him. Anything that risks straying into the purview of the AD will be ran through myself or Duncan before any action is taken," Harry said smoothly.
"That does not sound like much of a joint investigation," Vance said coolly. And Gibbs mentally grimaced as he saw the vein starting to bulge in Vance's forehead.
"You arrest the muggle aspect, we arrest the wizarding. I do not see how that is in even. Agent Gibbs may be in the know about the Wizarding world, but the rest of his team is not. We do not have the time to get the permission to bring them into the know about the Wizarding world. Perhaps, should this prove to work well, that might be something to look like in the future," Harry shrugged.
"And what about the wizard?" Vance asked.
"Trust me, taking on a Hit wizard is not something that you want to be doing," Duncan snorted as Harry stood and started making his way to his door.
"And you do?" Vance glared at the implication.
"It is why I have been brought in," Harry said before leaving the office.
"He trained as a hit wizard, he is our best bet to tracking one," Duncan explained.
"How's it going?" Harry smiled as he perched on the edge of Gibbs desk. Three days in and they were getting closer, but not quite close enough.
"Slowly, though if this lot spent less time whining about why they can't know certain aspects of the case and actually worked it, we might be further ahead," Gibbs glared at the team who flushed and looked away. "So, are you taking much heat?"
"A little, they aren't happy about the inter department cooperation. A few of the more old-fashioned ones are having small heart attacks," Harry shrugged. "Are we ok?" he asked softly.
"I am a little unhappy at being side lined. You are doing your job though, and I get that. Plus seeing Fornell's face makes me mostly forgive you," Gibbs smirked.
"I will make it up to you when all this is done," Harry promised with a soft smile. "I need to go talk to Vance, I will see you soon,"
"Agent Gibbs, may we talk," Duncan interrupted his perusal of Harry's arse going up the stairs.
"My office then," Gibbs stood and led Duncan to the lift. As the doors closed he caught sight of his team staring after them intrigued. They had all picked up on the tension between the two men. "What can I do for you?"
"I know that you and Harry are together," Duncan glared as Gibbs turned off the lift.
"Good for you. If this is a threat to tell Vance than he already knows all about it," Gibbs shrugged.
"Do you really think that you are right for him? Harry will see that you are not what he needs and that I am! You can't understand him, you can't back him up, are you going to protect him with your guns against Wizards? You're not someone that he needs, I am," Duncan ranted.
"And that is why you will never have him," Gibbs said calmly.
"What?!"
"Harry isn't someone that needs protecting or defending. If you think that then you're a fool, Harry isn't someone who will be told that he doesn't know his own mind or what is best for him. He is powerful, strong and intelligent, he doesn't need someone to be his knight in shining armour. He doesn't need someone just like him, it doesn't matter that he is a Wizard and that I am a...muggle. We are alike, Harry and I, and I am there when he needs someone to talk to, someone to just be with. I understand him, and that is why at the end of this he will be coming home with me, not you," Gibbs smirked.
When the lift doors opened Duncan was standing there red in the face and seemingly at a loss for words, and Harry was on the other side of the lift doors with his arms crossed.
"Duncan here tried to tell me that he was what you needed rather than me," Gibbs said to Harry, turning to smirk at Duncan before strolling away.
Harry never needed his protection, and he felt a little sorry for Duncan. Just a little.
"Look the answer is no, your team will take the perimeter and that is final," Harry said firmly. Vance looked like he was about to pop something. "Agent Gibbs, I want you here," Harry pointed to a place on the map.
"On the side lines, safe," Duncan smirked. He had gotten even more grouchy since his telling off, and seemed to have decided that attacking and putting Gibbs down would be the way to get Harry to see him differently. Gibbs would be pissed if not for the fact that he could see that he was having the exact opposite effect with Harry.
"Of course," Gibbs nodded to Harry before turning to give the team orders, and then to get his things ready to go.
"We only get one shot at this, Duncan get the AD department ready and in place," He heard Harry ordering behind him. He moved to gather his things, ignoring everything else, he had a job to do.
Gibbs watched through his scope as Harry tried talking the man, the Hit wizard, down. He could see him trying his best, then spells started flying. Harry was impressive, this was the first time he had really seen him going all out, and it was breath taking. He was moving like water, flowing from sell to spell, keeping his feet moving, never lingering in one place for too long.
The other wizard was clumpy and slow compared to Harry, and it was clear within second who would be winning. Harry moved quickly and in three quickly fired spells he had the wizard unconscious and on the floor. He moved to bind him, his spell flowing around the Hit Wizard's arms and legs to hogtie him.
And he saw the movement, he saw the movement of the Hit Wizard's suspected partner out of the corner of his eyes. Gibbs watched as Harry turned, spell on his lips to fire the spell at the second attack, but the wand tip was glowing green on the attacking wizard, and he had been warned what that meant. He squeezed the trigger before even thinking about it, his heart stopping as he waited two very long seconds to see who was quicker.
Harry turned, narrowing down his general location and giving a short nod of thanks before he danced out the way and started taking on the third Hit wizard. Gibbs tracked them, just in case, but this one didn't have the element of surprise, and he was down in seconds.
And Gibbs heart could start beating normally again, though now he wanted nothing more than to take Harry home and ravish him.
"Agent Gibbs," Duncan's jaw was tight, and Gibbs smirked as he remembered their conversation two days ago, and he knew that Duncan was as well, 'are you going to protect him with your guns'.
"Agent Gibbs?" A man dressed smartly, very smartly, in robes approached him.
"Head Auror Graves, this is Agent Gibbs of NCIS, Jethro, this is Head Auror Graves," Harry introduced, slipping up to his side and threading their fingers together.
"It seems as though Mr Potter-Black was correct, working with NCIS was the best move to make. Perhaps it is time we did work a little more in tandem," Auror Graves said seriously.
"I would be something we would definitely be interested in. Though it might make things easier if next time everyone was in the loop,"
"Mr Potter-Black already started the ball rolling on that one. Your team will be questioned under the guise of a debrief as to ascertain as to whether they can be trusted with this secret. And then we will allow you to tell them, Mr Potter-Black has been very vocal about their trustworthiness," Graves looked slightly amused.
"Is that so," Gibbs smirked, looking down at Harry.
"Yes, although more joint missions would be made easier if we had a liaison," Graves said smoothly.
"I am happy working freelance, nothing more Head Auror Graves," Harry smirked. "Now if you don't mind, we have had a very long week,"
"Of course, I shall speak to you soon Mr Potter-Black, Agent Gibbs," Graves nodded before he stalked off.
"Let me apparate you?" Harry asked.
"Home?" Gibbs sighed stroking his fingers over Harry's pale cheek. Harry however blinked and took in a deep breath. "It is your home you know. I know, after what happened, we put things on pause a little, us, there was a bit to repair. But I didn't change my mind about what I said that morning, I would like for you to spend more time at the house, spend more time together,"
"I wasn't sure if maybe you wanted to slow it down, get used to the change," Harry admitted quietly.
"Take us home, please," Gibbs said firmly, holding Harry close. In a blink and an uncomfortable squeeze, they were standing in the bedroom of the house and Gibbs yanked Harry closer for a demanding kiss. He barely allowed Harry to catch on before he pressed his tongue passed the seal of Harry's soft red lips and tasted his lover properly. He was barely aware of his hands gripping Harry's hip and shoulder tightly, holding him against his body firmly.
"Jethro," Harry breathed out, desire lacing his tone, as his legs hit the bed and they tumbled down together.
"Do you feel that?" Gibbs growled rolling his hips against Harry's.
"W...what?" Harry panted as his back arched in pleasure as Gibbs started up a continuous rhythm pressing their erections together.
"Do you feel that?" He growled out again, his voice hitting an even lower timber then he thought he had ever managed to reach before.
"It's...a bit...hard to...miss!" Harry moaned, his fingers clawing at Gibbs' back.
"That is what watching you did to me! I have never been so uncomfortable in a sniper spot in my life, and that is saying something. This is what watching you do magic did to me," He husked into Harry's ear making the younger man groaned loudly.
Suddenly Gibbs found himself on his back, and Harry murmured a spell against his mouth between kisses that suddenly had him moaning at the skin on skin contact between them. He was sure he couldn't get any harder, and then Harry smirked down at him, reaching behind himself to grip the older man's erection firmly and lowered himself down onto the hard flesh, somehow he was already slick and ready for him.
He watched with ardent blue eyes as Harry arched, exposing his pale neck and hard nipples to Gibbs' hungry eyes. God but this man was beautiful. And he was all his. That was his last truly coherent thought as Harry pressed his hands to his chest and started moving.
"Mmm?" Harry moaned contently as a finger brushed down the length of his spine, lips following. He sighed happily closing his eyes as those lips moved back up to brush against his neck. Clever fingers tangled in his hair and moved it out the way, but did not let it go.
"I missed this," Gibbs mumbled.
"The sex?" Harry grinned, rolling over a little so Gibbs could see mischievous green eyes.
"Well that too," He grunted as a sharp elbow hit his side. "Your hair,"
"My hair?" Harry blinked confused rolling over to look at Gibbs properly.
"Seeing it loose. It wasn't like you to have it all tied back and out the way. I missed seeing those tendrils that always fall into your face, and seeing your ponytails, braids and that bun you do," Gibbs made a motion with head.
"I..." Harry bit his lip, an expression on his face that Gibbs couldn't read.
"Harry?" He wondered if he had said something wrong. At least until Harry leant up, wrapping his arms around Gibbs' neck and pressing sweet kisses to his lips. He allowed himself to get lost in the kiss for a few moments, pressing close to Harry and absorbing the feel and taste of him.
"I love you," Harry said softly, nervously, pilling back to look at him with a matching nervous look on his face,
"Harry..." Gibbs breathed out. "I love you too,"
"Really?" Harry's smile was painfully bright, and shocked.
"So much, I think I fell in love with you the moment I saw you," Gibbs laughed as he confessed.
"Yes,"
"Yes?" Gibbs blinked confused.
"I will spend more time here, maybe half and half?" He suggested biting his lip.
"That sounds really good to me, it gives me time," Gibbs smirked leaning in for another kiss.
"Time?" Harry blinked.
"To convince you to move in full time," Gibbs grinned sweeping in for another drugging kiss as he pressed his body to Harry's and in a mirror of earlier that afternoon rolled their hips together. Harry moaned happily, holding onto Gibbs tighter as he allowed the words to wash over him, while the silver haired man's body took him into pleasure.
"So," Harry said softly, absently making patterns on Gibbs' chest with his finger.
"So?" Gibbs slit open a blue eye to look lazily at Harry.
"If the team are going to be brought into the know about the Wizarding world, are we going to tell them. About us?"
"If you're ready for that, I have no problem," Gibbs opened both eyes to smile at Harry.
"They're your team," Harry shook his head. He shuffled a little to get more comfortable where he was lying on top of his lover. They had made it down the stairs for something to eat and to call an amused Ducky, but then they had collapsed comfortably onto the sofa together to watch tv. Well that had been the intention. Another round later and they were both ready to doze off.
"I'm ready, Ducky was the only one I was really worried about. I'm just going to have to make sure I don't give Dinozzo a concussion head slapping him for the comments he aint going to be able to hold back," Gibbs rolled his eyes.
"I will give Uncle Ducky the heads up, they are going to grill him for information," Harry smiled happily, leaning over to kiss him again. The kiss was slow and lazy, just enjoying the other and their presence.
"Well, now I can see why the AD are willing to work with you!" Harry squeaked at the voice suddenly in the room. Gibbs however rolled his eyes and grabbed the blanket to cover Harry before standing completely naked to glare at Fornell. "Ugh, put some pants on! Seriously, I don't want to see that much of you,"
Harry snickered as the man seemed to be trying to make his hand glue itself to his face. He took the quick chance to summon his and Gibbs' trousers to them, and hurriedly pulled them on.
"Your safe you baby," Gibbs grunted. Fornell did a little peak before reassuring himself that it was safe before he lowered his hand.
"Gibbs, Mr Potter-Black," Fornell smirked.
"Agent Fornell," Harry smiled brightly.
"I see the inter department work went well then," He said dryly.
"It was going quite well before the case actually," Gibbs smirked.
"Bastard!" Fornell cursed making Harry laugh.
"My apologies Agent Fornell, but it had very little to do with our relationship," He tried to reassure the man.
"I will accept the apology for something to drink," He grunted flopping into the arm chair after casting a worried glance at the sofa.
"You're staying then?" Gibbs huffed, but he was moving to get the drinks anyway. "Harry?"
"Just coke for me," Harry smiled.
"Is he old enough to drink...ow!" Fornell yelped when Gibbs managed to clock him with something with perfect aim from the door of the kitchen.
"Don't pretend I don't see you drooling over Ziva every chance that you get," Gibbs grunted before going back to pouring their drinks.
"Agent David is a fine thing to behold," Fornell sighed, ignoring Harry tugging on Gibbs' tshirt.
"She would eat you alive!" Harry laughed. "She would eat any man alive,"
"But what a way to go," Fornell sighed happily.
"Amen to that," Gibbs smirked at Harry as he placed their glasses down.
"Ugh, you're disgustingly happy, I take it this isn't just a friends with benefits thing?"
"No," Gibbs paused as Fornell picked up his glass and took a sip. "I'm trying to convince Harry to move in with me full time, he's only agreed to part time so far,"
Harry shook his head and took his glass of coke as he watched with mild concern as Fornell choked on the sip he had taken. He slipped his legs onto Gibbs' thighs as the man sat down, smiling as clever fingers started massaing his calves.
"M...mo...move in?!" Fornell spluttered.
"He's quite insistent," Harry drawled, hiding his smirk as Gibbs squeezed his calf in thanks while Fornell blinked between them.
"So, so, erm, how did you two meet?" Fornell asked before taking a deep drink. Harry really couldn't help himself.
"I'm Ducky's nephew,"
Gibbs roared laughing as Fornell started wheezing as he inhaled the alcohol.
"You're kidding!" He spluttered between coughs.
"Nope," Harry grinned.
"And he knows?!"
"Yup," Gibbs smirked.
"Well at least I know you won't fuck this up I can't imagine you fancy a live autopsy," Fornell snorted.
"You should meet Harry's friends, they make Ducky look like the mild mannered Englishman he pretends to be," Gibbs rolled his eyes. Harry smiled sickly sweet between them before settling comfortably against the sofa.
He listened as the two man, clearly good friends despite their grousing, teased and poked at each other, while managing to have a serious conversation. He could see that Fornell was worried for Gibbs, worried that he was setting himself up to be hurt, he could read the questions and concerns between the lines.
He wasn't sure when he nodded off, but the next thing Fornell was tugging on his jacket and Gibbs was shaking him gently.
"Bed," Gibbs smiled providing him the kiss he demanded by tilting his head back a little.
"I didn't realise I was that tired, I'm sorry," Harry apologised to Fornell.
"Hey, I know what a post case crash is like," Fornell shook his head.
"Why don't you go and get ready for bed, I will join you in a second," Harry gripped Gibbs' hoodie and pulled him down for another kiss. He opened his mouth to argue but looked between Harry and Fornell, who did not seem willing to move, and rolled his eyes.
"Don't kill him," He huffed stalking towards the stairs.
"I wont, don't be so dramtic," Fornell shook his head.
"Wasn't talking to you,"
"You wanted to talk to me?" Harry asked once he heard the bedroom door pointedly close.
"He is a good man," Fornell it seemed was going to get straight into it.
"I know,"
"He deserves to be happy, and if you can give him that, then we will have no problems. I have seen that man in a few relationships in the time I have known him, and he hasn't looked at any of them the way he looks at you," Fornell shook his head.
"His wives?" Harry wouldn't admit but he was a little self conscious after seeing pictures of the beautiful red headed women who were clearly still interested in their ex.
"Not one of them. He looks at you like I haven't seen before. Just don't hurt him, when he lets someone in, he really lets them in," Fornell said seriously.
"I love him, what we are building together is everything that I have wanted," Harry promised.
"Good, now please let me know when you are going to tell Dinozzo, I want to be there for that revelation so I can see his face," Fornell smirked.
"I promise, and if you can't make it I will film it," Harry laughed.
"I'm liking you more and more," Fornell snickered. "Goodnight,"
"Goodnight Agent Fornell," Harry walked him to the door.
"It's Fornell or Tobias,"
"Tobias then," Harry smiled. He chuckled when the older man's cheeks went a little red before he muttered something to himself and hurried to his car.
Harry locked the door behind himself, and waved his wand to turn off all the lights downstairs before he turned and headed up to bed. Up to his lover, whose arms he was quickly becoming obsessed with sleeping in.
