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Back at the Ministry, Seamus was going mad trying to find Harry and Ron. He was holding his arm at an odd angle and his foot appeared to be twisted completely around. Finally, he saw them apparate back into the Auror department with the rest of the NCIS team.

"Harry! Ron!" he screamed, limping toward them.

Tony immediately rushed forward to help Seamus off his foot and sat him on Harry's desk. "What happened?" Harry asked, hurriedly.

"Zi Foyeqe happened," Seamus said as Ron attempted to mend his foot (it was now spinning on his ankle). "He burst into experimental charms and fired off all the spells he could before he got to the time turner."

Ziva shot a questioning glance at Gibbs. "He's been watching our investigation all day," Gibbs said. "He knew we were closing in on him. Now he's just trying to finish what he started before we get a chance to bring him in."

"But that's not the weirdest part," said Seamus. "He didn't come out of the time turner. Someone else did. A little girl."

The team was even more silent. "He impersonated Ari last time," said Ziva. "He may have gone after Tali."

Gibbs stood up and grabbed Harry's arm. "At least we know where he is," he said. "Washington. Hurry. He's after the director."

Tony grabbed on too. "Go for it, Harry."

The apparated, again several large bursts to cover the great distance. They appeared in Abby's lab. "Hurry," said Gibb. They ran for the elevator.

"No time," yelled Tony as he bolted up the stairs. He took the steps two at a time before he made it to the fourth floor. The elevator appeared and there were Harry and Gibbs. "One day you gotta tell me how you scare the elevator into doing that."

"This way," Gibbs said. He burst into the director's room. And almost dropped his gun.

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"Hurry!" said Ziva. "The director's in trouble, and Gibbs didn't give us enough time to hitch a ride."

"I'm almost done here," said Ron, attempting to reattach Seamus' foot which appeared to be growling. "Forget it! I'll go to St. Mungos!" and he apparated away.

"I hope his foot gets better," Abby commented.

"Now to DC," said McGee.

They all grabbed Ron's arms.

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It was a scene Vance hadn't ever thought he'd get himself into. But here he was. Held up by a child. She looked familiar somehow.

"Young lady," he said sternly, despite the gun pointed directly at his heart. "How did you get past security?"

"Shut up, Muggle," the girl snapped. It sounded so unreal by such a sweet voice. Vance was sure this girl was about to kill him, when Gibbs, Tony and Harry burst through the door.

Gibbs immediately stopped and his eyes betrayed surprise like Vance had never seen him show. "Kelly?"

Vance understood the surprise now. The girl was Gibbs' daughter.

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Ron apparated himself, Abby, McGee, and Ziva to Abby's lab just as Harry had done. "McGee, stay here and watch Abby," instructed Ziva. She and Ron rushed up the stairs.

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Kelly turned the gun to Tony and fired. The agent fell, his stomach bleeding. She turned the gun to Harry and fired. But she was out of bullets. "Damn!" she said and tossed it aside. Reaching into her jeans pocket, she pulled out a wand. "Reducto!" she screamed and Harry was thrown at the door.

"Boss, fire!" Tony shouted, despite the blood accumulating around him. "It's not Kelly, shoot her!"

Gibbs didn't lower his weapon, but his finger left the trigger.

Kelly looked up at him. She seemed so real. "Daddy?" she said. "You're not gonna shoot me are you?"

Gibbs blinked.

"Daddy?"

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Ziva watched Harry get thrown out the door. "Harry!" she shouted. She and Ron grabbed his underarms and pulled him out of the door.

"It's a little girl!" Harry said. "She's tricking Gibbs! He thinks it's some girl named Kelly."

"Oh, Ben Zonah," Ziva whispered.

Ron cocked an eyebrow. "Hebrew swear word?"

"Son of a dog," Harry translated.

"Close enough," said Ziva. "Kelly is Gibbs' daughter. She was murdered when she was eight years old."

Ron took a glance around the door frame. He saw Gibbs, Kelly, and Vance. And Tony.

"Tony's injured," said Harry. "Get him over here, Ron!"

Ron raised his wand. "Carpe retractum!"

A whip-like cord shot out of his wand and wrapped around Tony's foot. Ron pulled Tony out of the room. Kelly and Gibbs noticed but didn't acknowledge. Kelly, or rather Foyeqe, was waiting for Gibbs to lower the weapon before she tried anything. Gibbs was trying to convince himself that it wasn't his daughter. He was fighting not to rush forward and hold her in his arms one last time.

"Gunshot to the stomach," said Ziva. "This is bad."

"Here," said Harry. He raised his wand. "Accio bullet!"

Tony screamed as the bullet shot out of his body. "Dittany, Ron!" shouted Harry, over Tony's agonized screams.

Ron searched his robes until he pulled out a small jar of the dittany. Harry ripped the cork out with his teeth and poured the dittany on the bullet wound. Ziva was fighting back tears. It felt like Michael all over again. But this time, she knew the man would survive.

Gibbs was staring hard. He knew it wasn't Kelly. He knew Foyeqe was trying to trick him. Why couldn't he bring himself the pull the damn trigger?

At that moment, Foyeqe decided to take his chance. Gibbs watched as his daughter turned back to Director Vance. There was a gunshot and Gibbs watched in horror.

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"Merde!" shouted Ziva, and she grabbed her gun and ran into the room.

Gibbs was yelling and struggling to get past Vance, who had stepped to the other side of the desk. Vance's personal weapon was on the desk, and Kelly was on the ground in a pool of blood.

Ziva stepped forward and grabbed Gibbs' arm but he threw her back. Then Harry came in. "Gibbs!" he shouted. "Watch!"

Gibbs looked back at the bloody body of his daughter and watched it transform into a large body of a bald man. Foyeqe's death had undone the polyjuice potion and now he was there, surrounded by a pool in his own blood. Gibbs finally lowered the weapon.

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Harry walked into his office. It was much bigger than his old one. The Minister for Magic had just promoted him to replace Dorman as head of the Auror Department. The celebration was over and now Harry decided to get to work. There was a knock on the door.

"Yes?" Harry called.

Ron entered, smiling broadly and said in a mock professional voice, "Director Potter, the Director of the Naval Criminal Investigative Service, Leon Vance accompanied by Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs."

Vance strolled in, looking unhappy. "Potter," he said. "I hope working with Agent Gibbs has not rubbed off on you."

Harry shrugged. "Have you had problems working with him?"

"More than I can count," said Vance. Gibbs only smiled.

Vance reached onto Harry's desk and motioned to the three files on Gibbs, Tony, and Ziva. "A liaison agent?"

Harry smiled. "Unnecessary. Three times now, we have managed efficient and effective cooperation without having a liaison. Appointing a liaison now would be a shot in the-"

Harry stopped midsentence, apparently looking for the right word.

"Dark?" offered Gibbs.

"Yes," said Harry. "Thank you Jethro."

Ron leaned over, still grinning and picked up the files and handed them to Director Vance. "Thank you for seeing the Director, Director Vance," Ron said. "Allow me to show you out."

"Jethro," said Harry. "A word please?"

Ron and Vance stepped out, and Gibbs remained standing. He looked at Harry curiously. "You know, the last man who sat in that chair was shot."

Harry smiled. "It is my plan to completely revolutionize the Auror Department. We've gotten far too sloppy with security around here."

Gibbs nodded. "Well, let's hope you're up to the challenge, running an entire department and caring for a family."

Harry nodded too, looking away for the first time. "You never told me your daughter had been murdered."

"Didn't think to mention it."

Harry solemnly stood up and shook Gibbs' hand. "I'm sure she loved her father, and I'm sure you loved her."

"She did, and I do."

Harry smiled. "You do? Present tense?"

Gibbs smiled, "I think you know more than anyone that the dead never really leave us."

Harry said, "You're starting to sound like Professor Dumbledore. Next thing you know, you'll be eating lemon drops."

"Nope," Gibbs laughed. "Just coffee for me." He made for the exit. "Good luck, Director Potter."

"Thank you, Special Agent Gibbs."

"If you ever need me," Gibbs said.

"I know how to get in touch with Ziva," said Harry.

Gibbs shut the door behind him.

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A/N: The story is complete, I ask for you to review. If you have not yet, please read "The Mysterious Autopsy of Tom Riddle," "Rule 38," and "Just Business," and if you so desire, tell me which one you liked best. Thank you for sticking with the story until the end.

-The Sax Warrior