"Okay, everyone, it's closing time. Please make your final purchases. Otherwise you can come back Monday morning, at nine o'clock sharp the doors will be open, for I should be back from my dentist appointment by then, have a good night." Hermione said to the crowd as they clamored for one more autograph of Gilderoy Lockheart. Even though it was her store, and the people usually respected her, Gilderoy still had an enormous pull over the people.

"You heard the lady, you can come back on Monday, or come see me at Flourish and Blotts, where I will be continuing my come back tour." Gilderoy said in his usual pompous manner. "Well, Hermione, today was a good day. I would like to thank you for allowing me to start the final leg of my comeback tour here. I remember when you were just a little girl and knew everything about me." Gilderoy said as he was leaving.

"Really, you remember that?" Hermione asked incredulously. She thought that his botched up memory charm had wiped his whole memory clean out of his head.

"No. In all honesty I don't even remember doing the things that I wrote in these books. I just thought that saying that I remember you from way back whenever was what you wanted to hear."

"It's the thought that counts, Gilderoy. Anyway, thanks for coming here during your tour. You really increased business."

"My pleasure my dear, but, I really must be off. Until next time." With that, Gilderoy left the shop and walked up the street to the designated apparation point and disappeared.

Hermione chuckled to herself. He was the same old Lockheart. She locked the door behind her, placing all the antitheft and anti intrusion charms on the store. She did the same to the back door, seen as Harry, her live-in boyfriend, was working undercover and would not come back until Sunday afternoon, which was tomorrow.

She then went up the stairs, located near the back door, to their shared flat. She made a cup of tea and went to her bedroom to check her daily planner for the next day. She was spending the day with her mom and dad, and her dad's favorite cousin, Leroy Jethro Gibbs and his whole team. She had never met Leroy, Gibbs, as he liked to be called, but she had talked to him over the phone once or twice. Him and his whole team were sent to work in the US embassy in England. (Note: I am not sure if there is a US Embassy in England, or if they would be able to work crime scenes from there. All I know is that for all intents and purposes for my story, it will be possible). She was excited to meet Gibbs.

All of a sudden she heard a noise coming from under her bed. It sounded like Crookshanks had got himself stuck under her bed again. She set down her tea and bent down to look under the bed. She came face to face with a masked man. The last thing she heard was "Stupefy."

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The next morning John Granger, Hermione's father, paced anxiously around the house. Hermione was an hour late and she wasn't answering her house or cell phone.

"Something's happened to her, I just know it." He fretted.

"I'm sure she's fine. Everyone runs late now and again." Gibbs said, trying to calm his mother's sister's son.

"No, something's happened. I can feel it in my gut, Jethro, you know what that's like. I have to go to her house."

"I'll come with, how long a drive is it?"

"You forget, she's a witch. She had our house connected to the floo network. That's where we can fly though the fire places, from one loca-" John Granger was cut off by Gibbs.

"I'm a squib, not an idiot. Let's go."

John put on his special gloves that he used when flooing, so that he, a muggle, could touch the magical substance without forgetting what it was for. They flooed to her house, where they found it empty of any life forms except for one lone owl, sitting on the table. The owl had a note tied to his leg. John opened the note, gloves still on, thinking it was from Hermione. It said:

"Dear Mr. Potter,

You've always got everything in life. You've got money, fame, good looks, and you can have anything your little heart desires. Well, you can't have Hermione. I've staked my claim on her. I've taken her to a very special place, where we will be married in five days time. Don't worry, I won't hurt her. By now I've promised her that I wouldn't deflower her until after the wedding. Did you know that it is against the law for a muggle-born witch to divorce a pureblood? So once we're married, you've lost her for good. Even if you could find her.

Signed,

You Know Who, although I am not the actual You-Know-Who. You wish I was, because then I would already be dead and you wouldn't be having this problem."

"Okay, this has now become a crime scene. No one move. I shall call my team and we will start processing this crime scene." Gibbs said, pulling on a pair of gloves and taking out his cell.

An hour later, Gibbs' team arrived. Kate Todd, Tony DiNozzo, and Timothy McGee got to work checking for fingerprints. Eventually they found the long cold tea and a small blood stain in Hermione's bedroom and that became their main area to search.

"I will not go under that bed, Tony. It is your turn. Besides, Gibbs told you to do it."

"Yeah? Well, I'm pulling rank, and I'm telling you to do-" SMACK. Gibbs smacked Tony upside the head.

"Just get down there and do it, DiNozzo."

"On it Boss!" Tony said after a moment of frozen silence (one that only a slap upside the head could create), and then dropping to his knees and climbed under the bed.

"Oi! What are ya'll doing in my house? John, what's all this about?" Harry yelled, letting himself in the door and seeing everyone gathered there.