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.
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.
Author's Note: There will be an epilogue. Yes, I like to procrastinate. Maybe once this is done, I can actually finish my schoolwork. :-)
The group was crowded into the small room behind the one-way mirror. They watched the redheaded Auror sitting at the table, wandless, shackled, and completely unfazed. Auror Wellesley stood in the corner, keeping guard. He had volunteered for the duty, and no one had objected. None could begin to imagine how he must have felt. He had entrusted his life to this woman, his partner, and she had gone and killed others.
Gibbs started toward the door. Kate grabbed his arm. "Let me," she said quietly.
He looked at her. "Kate..."
"Let me," she repeated, brown eyes determined.
Gibbs narrowed his eyes, but stepped back. Kate nodded and opened the door. She sat at the table and met the other woman's eyes. Neither said a word. Kate sat back and waited patiently.
"Why are you here?" Auror Long finally snarled.
Kate smiled. It wasn't a happy smile. "I asked to be here."
"Why?" Long repeated.
Kate shrugged. "Felt like it."
Kate's seeming nonchalance angered Auror Long. "I don't want to talk to you."
"You have no choice." Kate's eyes narrowed, and she lost the insolent smile. "We know it was you who committed those murders."
"Oh, yeah?" Patty said, raising an eyebrow. "Where's your proof?"
Wellesley stepped forward. "Boomslang skin. Powdered bicorn horn. Lacewings. These sound familiar to you, Patty?"
"They were found in your lab," Kate said, idly brushing at her sleeve. "Oh--and one hair of whomever you want to impersonate. In this case, me." Kate folded her hands on the table. "Why me, Auror?"
The woman glared at her mutinously. Wellesley leaned in and said in a menacing tone, "Answer her questions, Auror Long. You know what we'll have to do if you don't."
Fear flickered behind her inscrutable mask, but she hid it. "Threats, David?" she asked, turning her head to look at her partner.
He scowled. "No. You know how we operate." He pulled a vial out of his robes and placed in on the desk, just out of her reach. "Three drops, Patty. That's all it'll take for you to spill your innermost secrets. Of course, you would know that, wouldn't you? You brewed it yourself."
Her face hardened. She turned away from him. Kate noticed a flash of pain wash over the older man's features before he turned toward the wall.
Auror Long grimaced. "Why you?" she asked Kate. "Because you're his one vulnerable spot." She laughed harshly. "Oh, I saw how you two acted around each other; neither wanting to get too close, yet not wanting to be separated. He looked at you like you were a goddess. And you obviously worshipped the ground he walked on." She snorted. "It wasn't easy to convince him that I was you, though. Oh, no. He wanted to believe it, but he's so cynical that he wanted to slam the door in my face at the same time." She paused. An ugly smile crossed her face. "He's in love with you, you know."
Kate smirked in satisfaction. "I know." Her smirk grew wider as the witch's smile disappeared. "I suppose I have you to thank for that. If none of that had happened, I never would have learned how he felt about me. We would have gone on our merry way, neither of us knowing any better." Her expression grew dark. "However, I can't thank you for murdering seven people in cold blood." She shook her head. "Why? Why would you do something like that? All they wanted to do was live their lives peacefully, quietly, doing the things they loved."
"Why couldn't they have done the things they loved in the Wizarding world?" Auror Long exploded. "Why did they have to turn their backs on their heritage? And him!" she snarled, gesturing toward the mirror with her shackled hands. "He's the worst of all--refusing his life before even giving it a chance! Wizards and Muggles shouldn't mix--don't you know that? Don't any of you know that?" Her voice was hysterical.
"So you did kill them?" Kate pressed on.
"Yes! Yes, I killed them!" Patty raged. "I killed them for abandoning who they really were! They tainted the Magical world by living as stupid, disgusting Muggles!"
"How did you get into their homes?" Kate asked.
"Polyjuice Potion, Apparition... it really was easy," she sneered. "They didn't even know it was me--they all thought it was someone they knew. Except for that last one. I couldn't Apparate in, and the potion wore off too soon."
"Did you have any accomplices?"
Patty snorted. "Yeah, right. Most of my colleagues," she spat, "believe Muggles are harmless. They think we should just live in harmony with them. With you." She gave Kate a disgusted look. "We shouldn't interact at all."
Kate just barely contained her anger. "Maybe you're right. But where you're going, Muggles are the last thing you'll have to worry about." She glanced at Auror Wellesley and stood. She opened the door to the interrogation room and nodded at the two Aurors standing with the observers. "Go ahead. She's all yours." Kate pushed past them and into the hallway. Gibbs followed her.
"Katie? You okay?" he asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"What did she mean by you 'refusing your life before even giving it a chance', Gibbs?" Kate asked, wrapping her arms around herself protectively.
Gibbs sighed and leaned against the wall. "Does it really matter, Kate?"
"Yes, it does!" Kate said, putting her hands on her hips and standing in front of him. "Don't dismiss my question like it's nothing, Gibbs! You know I hate that!"
"You really want to know? Fine, I'll tell you!" Gibbs replied. "When I was ten years old, I got a letter from Salem Academy. I had been doing some pretty strange stuff before that--knowing my father wanted me before he said anything, ending up a block away from my class when on a field trip--but had no idea why. So when the letter came, everything made sense. Well, maybe not sense, because even at ten, I didn't believe in magic. But I would have jumped at the chance to prove it wrong." Gibbs scowled and ran a hand through his hair. "I never got that chance. My father died that summer." His blue eyes darkened. "I didn't want to leave my mother alone, so I did the only thing I could--I rejected the invitation. The letters kept coming, but I intercepted them each time. I knew Mom would have wanted me to go, but I couldn't."
Kate nodded. "But why didn't you say anything before?" she asked softly.
"I didn't think it was important."
"It wouldn't have been. If it wasn't for this case, it wouldn't have been." Kate smiled. "But then, if it wasn't for this case, we wouldn't have known a lot of things were important."
"I guess you're right." Gibbs caught one of Kate's hands in his own. "So does this mean you're not going to yell at me anymore?"
Kate snorted. "Gibbs, this means I'm going to yell at you more often."
"Lucky me," he said dryly.
"Yes, you are," Kate grinned pertly.
"Yes, I am," Gibbs agreed. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her softly. "Oh, and Kate?"
"Hmm?" Kate murmured, perfectly content.
"Call me Jethro."
Kate smiled and rested her head on his shoulder. "I love you, too."