Title: Confused Memories (10/?)
Category: Drama, Romance (most likely, since I am a sap), crossover (JAG/Harry Potter)
Spoilers: Through "The One That Got Away" (JAG); Order of the Phoenix (Harry Potter)
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters. The JAG universe belongs to DPB and his gang, and the Harry Potter universe belongs to the goddess, JKR.
Chapter 10: In which suspicions are confirmed
"Coates, is that report ready yet?" AJ snapped irritably.
"Only ten pages left to print, Admiral," Jen Coates replied.
"I need it now, Petty Officer."
"Yes, sir," she sighed.
A few minutes later, the report was finally printed. Coates picked it up.
"I'll take that in for you, Petty Officer," a smooth voice said.
She looked up. A man of medium height stood before her. He had soft brown hair and green eyes, and was wearing a three-piece suit. He looked familiar for some reason... "Mr... Webb?" Jen asked.
"That's right, Jennifer. Now, if I could see the Admiral...?"
"He said he's not to be disturbed," Jen said.
"Tell him it's about Colonel MacKenzie."
Jen's eyes widened. "Do you know where the Colonel is? Is she all right? Where is she?"
"Calm down, Petty Officer. I need to speak to Chegwidden."
"Well, then, why don't you just come in instead of flirting with my yeoman?" AJ barked from the doorway. "Coates, the report?"
"Here it is, sir," she said quickly, handing him the sheaf of papers.
Barely nodding, AJ grabbed the paper and went back into his office.
"Well, Webb? What do you want this time? MacKenzie's not back yet, so you can't borrow her," AJ said peevishly.
"Actually, I didn't want to borrow one of your officers this time, AJ," Webb said.
"Then what? Information?"
"No. I have the information I need."
"Well, I highly doubt this is a social call." AJ's voice had gotten dangerously quiet.
"As much as I love to bask in your presence, Admiral, no, it isn't. I received information yesterday that a Location Charm had been performed somewhere in McLean, Virginia. Unfortunately, the witch keeping watch was new, and couldn't narrow down the location any further, due to all the wards this particular caster had put up."
"What are you babbling about, Webb?" AJ growled.
Clay snorted. "Oh, come on, AJ. Don't play innocent with me. Chegwidden. I don't know why I never noticed before." He shook his head. "One of the oldest wizarding families in the United States, and the missing heir was right under my nose for eight years."
"Uh-uh, AJ. You're not calling the shots. Unless, of course, you want me to go to the Salem Times and let slip a little information--say, where you're working now? I'm sure your father would love to hear that." He smirked. "Honestly, AJ. How many years has it been since you last performed a spell? I'm surprised it didn't knock you out cold."
AJ glared. "Whatever it is you want, Webb, I'm not helping you. I've stayed away from that world for nearly four decades now--"
"But can you last four more?" Clay interrupted. "Come on, AJ. You know the life span of the average wizard. Even without performing magic, you'll live well into your early hundreds." His voice softened. "I know about your brother, AJ--"
"You know nothing about my brother, Webb. Get out. Don't ask JAG for help again. If I ever see you on these premises, I'll have Security escort you out in handcuffs."
Clay raised an eyebrow. "But, AJ, aren't you the least curious as to where your missing Chief of Staff has wandered off to?"
AJ, who had been glaring out the window, turned around quickly. "You know where Mac is?"
"I know where she may be."
AJ rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Where she 'may be'? That's not a lot of help, now is it? How do you know about this, anyway?" AJ asked in suspicion.
Clay snorted. "AJ, don't you do your research? Really. I thought you lawyers were supposed to be big on that."
"Webb, I haven't been in contact with anyone from... that world... since Andrew was killed. Of course, you probably know that--you seem to know everything else about me."
"Fine. I'll explain. But sit down--this may take a while."