My first NCIS crossover and my first ever NCIS fic. I hope you'll let me know how I go. This whole story is written for Lexi (Book of Hope) for the gift giving extravaganza (though it's now going to be late to be finished because I couldn't stop myself from writing a MC -.-)

It will probably be around 5 chapters, but who knows, right. I'm never very good at writing the length I plan.

I hope you all enjoy this story.

WARNINGS: Anything you see in NCIS you'll see here. So, death, blood, gore etc. I'm putting it as T for now, but that might change depending on which way I take the story.

Harry held a hand out to help Ginny, his new wife, out of the taxi. They'd arrived in Washington DC for the first week in their four month honeymoon two days ago. The hotel was spectacular and they'd spent long hours through the night enjoying it, but their days were filled with wandering and sightseeing. Harry had never felt so carefree before in his life, and his wife was letting him experience the freedom while he could.

"So, Mrs Potter—"

"I love hearing you say that."

Harry smiled, forgetting what he was going to say. "I love saying it," he said, wrapping his arm around his wife's waist.

Ginny snuggled close as they walked down the street, just enjoying each other's company. As they passed a small bank, Harry pulled Ginny to a stop.

"Hold on, I need to check our account. The bank managers said our money should be transferred by now, and we're starting to run low on American cash."

Ginny glanced around and saw no one even looking at them strangely. It was a relief that Harry knew so much about the Muggle world. Ginny would be lost without him. "Okay, I'll just wait out here. I'm enjoying the sun," she said, waving to a nearby park bench, knowing that Harry wanted to make sure he knew where she was. He'd been a little paranoid after the war.

Harry nodded and pressed a kiss on his wife's lips (he couldn't stop doing that) and entered the bank with a dopey, loved up smile spread all over his face.

Ziva strode through the bank doors with one purpose in mind. Find the manager of the bank, Keith Harrison, and arrest him. She hoped he resisted arrest just so she could show him how much she hated him. Tony was following Ziva at a more subdued pace, a cheeky grin on his face and Gibbs and McGee were outside, waiting on standby if they needed backup.

"If you wanted to use handcuffs so badly, all you had to do was ask," Tony said when he noticed her fingering the handcuffs by her side.

Ziva didn't bother to respond to her partner's joke, though she did stop fiddling. The case was affecting Ziva more than it should. Harrison was stealing from his bank, sending money into a company that McGee discovered as fake, something that George McCray, a teller at the bank with skills in computer science, discovered, exposing the deceit. He confronted his boss and threatened to go to the police, so Harrison killed him. That may have been the end of it, but Harrison worried that McCray had shared everything with his family. Harrison decided to fix this problem he'd go to the McCray household and kill McCray's wife, Lieutenant Commander Amy McCray, and their sixteen-year-old daughter, Layla.

All through the case, Layla's face haunted Ziva. She'd been reminded of her beautiful little sister who'd died all those years ago. It grated on her nerves how callous Harrison acted. They'd interviewed him, and he'd shed a tear for the family.

He killed them then had the nerve to act upset by their deaths! Ziva just couldn't understand it.

"Okay, Ziva. Stop for a second," Tony said when Ziva's hands clenched as the thought ran through her head. He grabbed her arm, but Ziva shrugged it off. She moved past the line of people in the bank, accidentally knocking into a dark haired man about her height. She didn't bother apologising, but she heard Tony apologise for her.

"That's it. Officer David, stop." Tony stood in front of her, and Ziva glared at him for the action.

"Move out of my way."

"No. If you continue to act like this, NCIS will be facing a lawsuit and you will lose your job when you kill the man."

Ziva scoffed and crossed her arms. "The man deserves death. If this was Mossad—"

"But it isn't, and you have to play by America's rules now."

Ziva felt her eyebrow twitch, but her shoulders slumped ever so slightly. "Fine, I will follow your lead, but if he makes a break for it, I get to make the shot."

Tony shook his head, but the smile playing on his lips made her relax just that little bit more. His smile always managed to make her feel better no matter the situation.

"Alright, now that's sorted, let's—"

"Watch out!"

The call came too late because as soon as the yell echoed around the bank, Tony was knocked over the head with the butt of a gun and he dropped to the floor like a limp sack. Ziva pulled her gun free but paused when the same gun to knock her partner out was held against the head of a fourteen-year-old girl who'd been pulled away from her mother. Screams that had been running around the bank, came to a halt at the action.

"Everyone get on your knees with your hands behind your head. You," Harrison said, nodding at an older gentleman near the front doors of the bank with a security badge on. "Lock the doors and then let that woman secure you to them."

The older gentleman and the singled out woman did what they were told. The man looked extremely uncomfortable attached to the door with his hands above his head, but he didn't complain. Most of the other people in the bank didn't hesitate to drop to their knees, too scared to disobey. The mother of the young girl was crying on the floor and didn't move, but Harrison didn't seem all that worried about her. There was only one person, the man Ziva had bumped into, who hesitated, but he ended up complying without any more prompting from Harrison.

"Agent David, throw me your gun or I will shoot the girl. You know I'll do it; I've done it before."

Ziva glared at Harrison. "Why don't you drop your weapon and come peacefully."

Harrison didn't respond verbally, only pointing his gun to the ground and firing one warning shot. People around the bank screamed but quickly quietened when Harrison told them to. Ziva herself flinched, but only because the shot had been fired so close to her currently unconscious partner.

"Fine," she growled, complying with his wishes. "Let the girl go back to her mother, Harrison." Ziva could feel her knives against her side, and if she could just get the man away from the girl, she'd be able to subdue him.

"Not going to happen," Harrison snapped in an oddly controlled manner. "Grab your partner's gun and throw it over as well. Then, hand cuff him to the seats over there," Harrison said, waving in the general direction of the waiting chairs in amongst all the unfortunate guests.

Ziva didn't bother arguing at this point, moving towards her partner and trying to lift him.

"Someone help her!"

Harrison didn't single anyone out, but it didn't take long for the small man to stand and move to the other side of Tony.

"Lift on three," he said, seemingly ignoring the glare Ziva was shooting him.

Ziva nodded and they managed to lift Tony and move him through the cowering crowd (who moved out of their way when necessary) and sat him down on the floor without much more difficulty. The man was stronger than he looked.

"Thank you," Ziva grunted in a whisper when Tony was lowered and secured to the chairs. She glanced at Harrison, who was watching them with piercing eyes, his hand still holding the poor girl's shoulder in a bruising grip. The girl was practically catatonic now with her eyes shut and tears slipping out every few seconds, but it wasn't the girl who Ziva was focusing on but Harrison. Something was odd about his behaviour. He was too calm for this desperate act he seemed to be pulling. There was something more going on.

"Now you," he said, waving his hand in Ziva's direction.

"What? How am I meant to handcuff myself to the bench?" Ziva really wished the man would let go of the girl. As soon as she was secured to the bench, she was a sitting goose. She might able to escape the cuffs, but she couldn't do it quickly and definitely not without Harrison noticing.

"Get him to do it."

Ziva looked at the man and her shoulders slumped. She held out her handcuffs to him.

"I'm sorry," he said as he secured Ziva to the bench.

"This is not your fault."

The man shrugged and sat back when he was done. They both glanced up at their captor, who was smirking.

"You can come in now."

Ziva frowned and glanced around, her body tensing when three large men turned the corner, all holding large rifles in their hands. There was definitely more to this case than what they first assumed.

She was soaking up the sun with her eyes closed when screams erupted from the bank. Ginny jumped up and raced forward. Knowing her husband as well as she did, he would still be in the bank and if he wasn't, he would run back in to help. She had to be with him wherever he was. She just had to.

When a sound that reminded her of apparition came from the bank, the screams started all around her from all the people who'd been staring at the bank in open curiosity before. They began running away, pushing Ginny back against her will.

She vaguely remembered something from Muggle Studies at Hogwarts about a weapon used to kill that sounded a lot like apparition, and Ginny figured that was what the sound was. Unless Harry's luck is really bad and a Death Eater they hadn't caught had just appeared in the bank and stole him away.

Ginny pushed through the crowds, only to see a man attached to the doors of the bank. Her shoulders slumped when she realised there was no way to get to her husband without exposing magic.

"Ma'am, you need to move back."

Ginny whipped her head around to glare at the little boy with a strange machine in his hand. He looked almost comically taken aback by the venom in her glare.

"I will not. My husband is in there."

The boy's eyes softened in sympathy, but he still grabbed Ginny's upper arm and moved her away from the bank door. "I'm sorry to hear that, but you really need to move to safety."

Ginny wanted to fight the boy off, but she knew from looking at the situation that she could do nothing more. She stared at the bank, only to spot her husband sitting with an unconscious man and a woman. Harry was attaching the woman to a chair leg. She stopped walking to the frustration of the boy.

"Ma'am—"

"It's Ginny. I'm not old," she snapped, but she didn't look at the boy. Keeping her gaze on her husband, she willed him to look her way. As if reading her thoughts, Harry looked up and locked onto her in barely a moment.

Relief practically poured out of Harry's eyes. Relief that she wasn't in there with him. Relief that once again he had to go through something dangerous all by himself. Ginny wanted to scream or cry; maybe both.

"Ginny, please—"

"McGee! Get her out of here."

"I'm trying, Bo—"

"I'm not going anywhere!"

Ginny whirled on the older man and glared at him with a fire she hadn't felt since the war. "You would have to arrest me to make me leave my husband in there alone. Either keep me close or send me away in handcuffs."

She could tell these two were policemen from their actions. They were the only other people who ran towards the bank, and their movements reminded her of Aurors she'd seen in battle. If she couldn't be inside with her husband, she could be outside doing what she could to help.

Harry had turned away from her, now staring at something or someone she couldn't quite see and talking to the woman next to him. The woman was glaring in the same direction, talking back to Harry in short, one-word sentences. She looked like those Unspeakables who was assigned the 'dirty' jobs that the Ministry didn't want anyone knowing about (but of course everyone knew about them).

"Ma'am," the older man said, coming closer to the boy—McGee she thought the man said—but still keeping an eye on the bank. "You need to come behind the police tape."

"No." Ginny didn't think she needed to say anything else, only staring at the man until he coincided. She'd faced scarier and more intimidating people in her lifetime, and she'd grown up with six brothers. She wasn't backing down from this man, though she did find it hard to not turn her angry glare away from his.

The man turned away first, moving to where a car with the words FBI on the side was just arriving. "McGee!"

McGee glanced at Ginny with wide eyes and then his boss. "But—"

"Now, McGee! And you," he said, pointing his finger at Ginny. "You stay by my side and you follow all my rules, got it?"

Ginny smiled and nodded, following after the man with one last glance at her husband in the bank. This was definitely an interesting way to start a honeymoon. When you're safe and sound in my arms, Harry, I'm going to kill you.

(w.c 2,258)

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