I don't own NCIS or Harry Potter. I will protest by refusing to do Pre-Calculus until I do. However, I do own four other stories that this is the sequel too that you should read first. 1) The Mysterious Autopsy of Tom Riddle. 2) Rule 38. 3) Just Business. And 4) Massive Impact. Without reading these, you cannot hope to be able to follow the series, so please do not skip ahead to the fifth in this fanfic series.

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Tony and McGee were driving. Tony wasn't talking much and McGee wouldn't have listened anyway. He had his laptop out and was reviewing the audio analysis of the NCIS tip hotline caller. Finally, he took the headphones off.

"Any nerdy breakthroughs?"

McGee shook his head. "I would say it's not a false call. The caller was exhibiting signs typically associated with reporting a crime you witnessed; shortness of breath, high stress levels, et cetera."

Tony took the turn. "Mile marker 47, right?"

"Yeah," McGee confirmed. "Should be off the road somewhere around here."

They pulled over. The rest of the road was deserted and an eerie silence hung over it and the surrounding woods. They stepped out and glanced around. The green mile marker 47 sign was a little ahead of them.

"What exactly are we looking for?" Tony asked as he and McGee made their way from the car to the woods.

"Uh, the caller said they were driving down this road when they saw two men and a small child going into the woods. One of the men had a large rifle. Look for any changes in the terrain, trails they may have followed or something." By now they had made their way deeper into the woods and looking for any signs of the two men and the boy.

"Gibbs should've come," said Tony. "He's better at tracking than us."

"What do you think is going on between him and the Director?" McGee asked.

Tony glanced his way. "Gibbs never exactly trusted Vance, and I don't think Vance has ever trusted Gibbs. It's gut vs. toothpick. The toothpick tries to force its way into the gut but the gut's just too strong."

"You think Gibbs doesn't respect Vance's authority?" McGee asked, but Tony never got the chance to answer.

"Don't move!"

The voice came from behind them. McGee and Tony froze. "Hands on your heads, where I can see them! Don't turn around!"

They did as they were told. "Just stay calm," Tony whispered.

"No talking!" the voice shouted again, closer now. "Take their weapons and their badges," it ordered someone.

McGee and Tony felt someone approach from behind and remove their guns and their badges.

"What are their names?"

"The old one is Anthony DiNozzo. The wimpy looking one is Timothy McGee," said a second voice.

If they hadn't been in danger, the agents would have been offended. "The old one wants to know who you are!" Tony yelled over his shoulder.

"Turn around slowly," the first voice ordered.

McGee shot an anxious look at Tony, who nodded. They both turned slowly to look at a group of eight or so figures. They were all dressed in long flowing white sheets with tall white dunce-caps. And they were all armed.

"Are they…" McGee started to ask.

"Klansmen," said Tony.

*cue NCIS theme*

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A/N: I am a Christian who reads and loves Harry Potter. I think most Christians would agree with me that Harry Potter is not "devil worship." I'm writing this story as a response to them. The Klansmen in this story are slightly based on the actual KKK, but mostly on those God Hates Fags losers.

On a lighter note, I want to give two special shout outs to the two people who have reviewed my stories the most, and whom I dub my "biggest fans!" LittleHogwartsGirl and ! I've checked out both of your profiles and excuse my blatancy, but I love ya'll (blame the blatancy on America. Blame the "ya'll" on South Carolina). I really really love that this site gets my writing to people all over the world (in this case, Sweden and Australia).