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FF: Unexpected Discoveries, Part 1

Title: Unexpected Discoveries, (1/?)

Author: raindroproses

Rating: PG-13
Category: Drama, Romance, Crossover (JAG/NCIS/HP)

Spoilers: Season 1 (Navy NCIS), "The One That Got Away" (JAG)

Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, etc. No infringement is intended. Oh, and anything else that you recognize probably belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Author's Note: BIMC = Bureau of International Magical Cooperation. The agency Mac transferred to at the end of "Confused Memories".

Summary: A string of seemingly unrelated unsolved murders leads our favorite NCIS team to an amazing discovery. Sequel to "Confused Memories". JAG/NCIS/Harry Potter crossover.


"AJ, I really need to go!" Sarah MacKenzie laughed, trying to pull out of her lover's arms.

"So do I," AJ Chegwidden replied, stealing another kiss.

"If you don't leave now, you're going to be late, Admiral," she scolded playfully. "You know how traffic gets."

AJ grumbled, "You don't have to gloat. Just because you get to Apparate..."

Mac wrinkled her nose. "Sometimes I wonder if it's worth it."

"What?" AJ lifted a hand and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

"If... this," she pulled the tip of her wand out of her sleeve, "is worth the hassle of dealing with all those... imbeciles."

AJ laughed softly. "You know you love it. And watch out--you're beginning to sound like that Snape guy."

"God forbid!" Mac groaned. "It's almost 0700. Out!" She opened the door and practically shoved him through it.

"All right, all right--I know where I'm not wanted." AJ sighed theatrically.

Mac pulled him back for one final kiss. "Get home on time tonight, and I'll show you exactly where you're wanted." She smirked at his stunned expression, then closed the door before he could respond.

A fire shot up in the fireplace. Mac sighed as a head appeared among the green flames. "Colonel MacKenzie?" a nasal voice asked.

She quickly walked over to the hearth. "Here."

"Please hold for Secretary McGonagall." The head disappeared.

An older woman took its place. Mac smiled slightly. "Good morning, Madam Secretary."

"Good morning, Colonel," the woman replied in a Scottish brogue softened by half a century of living in the States. "I was hoping to catch you before you left. There is something I'd like to run by you. If you would please step through?"

"Of course, ma'am," Mac replied. "I'll be right there."

"Excellent!" The woman beamed. Mac reached for an unobtrusive urn resting on the mantel. She scooped out a pinch of sparkling green powder. Tossing it into the fireplace, she called out, "Secretary McGonagall's office!" She stepped into the dancing green fire and was whisked away by the Floo.

She stepped out, brushing soot away from her uniform skirt. She paused a moment to get her bearings, then turned to greet the assistant. "Good morning, Greta."

"Colonel," the blonde replied frostily. "The secretary is waiting." She opened the door to the office and announced Mac's arrival.

Diana McGonagall stood and greeted Mac graciously. "Come in, dear. Please, sit." She gestured to a soft, comfortable chair by a tall window. Mac smiled as she glanced outside. The wonders of magic. They were, after all, underground.

"Thank you, Madam Secretary." Mac sat and waited.

"Tea?" The Secretary of Magic lifted her wand.

"Yes, please," Mac accepted politely. The former Headmistress of Salem Academy had had the same routine for years, and Mac wasn't about to disrupt it.

As the older witch handed Mac her cup and saucer, she asked, "How are you faring over at the BIMC?"

"Pretty well, ma'am," Mac replied. "I enjoy my work."

Secretary McGonagall nodded. "You did an outstanding job with the situation in Chechnya. I seriously believed that the Chechen wizards would end up siding with the Russians."

Mac smiled. "It was mostly my Chechen counterpart's work, ma'am," she said modestly.

"Nonsense!" Diana exclaimed. "I heard that you single-handedly kept him from hexing the Russian Minister from there to Moscow!"

"Well, I wouldn't go that far, ma'am," Mac smirked. The women laughed.

"But I didn't ask you here about that, Sarah," the SecMag said, changing the subject. "I'm sure you've heard by now that Francesco DiSilva has decided to retire."

Mac nodded. Former Auror DiSilva was a legend. He had successfully integrated wizards and witches into US law enforcement--with little to no interdepartmental bickering. He was also the Secretary's liaison with the Muggle military and law enforcement.

"We have been searching for a replacement for some time now," McGonagall continued. "When Francesco heard that you were back from your... absence, he said that you were the only choice he would even consider."

Mac coughed as her tea almost slipped down the wrong pipe. She set her cup and saucer on the table before she dropped both. "I'm sorry, Madam Secretary. Auror DiSilva wants me...?"

Diana laughed. "Of course, my dear! You have all of the right qualifications. You have served in the Muggle military, you've completed your Auror training, you've caught quite a few Dark wizards in your time..."

"I've also been living as a Muggle for the last fifteen years!" Mac exclaimed. "I won't be taken seriously by anyone!"

"You underestimate yourself, Sarah," the secretary said gently, covering Mac's hand with her own. "That's always been one of your greatest weaknesses. I have talked to my sister. If you can handle a roomful of hormonal students, then you can handle a few interagency spats now and then." She smiled and sat back.

Mac's head was spinning. This was far too much for a witch who had only recovered her powers six months earlier. She sighed and rubbed her eyes. There was really no choice. It was an honor to even be considered for such an important decision. "Of course I'll accept, Madam Secretary," she said finally.

"Wonderful!" The witch stood and walked to her desk. Pulling out her wand, she tapped a pattern on a drawer. She pulled out a sheaf of paper. She placed this and a quill in front of Mac. "Just sign the contract, and you can start as soon as possible."
Tags: crossovers, fic: jag, fic: ncis
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