Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or NCIS. My only compensation is the reviews I receive. Warning: Fem Harry, AU, Explicit Content, Some OOC, Bad Language, No Magic!

Chapter 1

Leroy Jethro Gibbs was not a Peeping Tom. Honestly. He wasn't a stalker, or a creep. He wasn't even much of a pervert. Sure, he had his moments - what man didn't? However, the fact that he had noticed his hot, new neighbor on several occasions, was completely coincidental, and understandable.

Everyone knew that Gibbs had a thing for redheads. So when he noticed a moving truck pull up to the house across the street, followed closely by an SUV that cotained a head of hair so blood red it bordered on scarlett, he was understandably intrigued.

He stopped at his front window, pausing at the sight of the truck. He was about to continue down to his basement when he saw the flash of red. Gibbs continued to watch as the driver's door opened, and a petite redhead got out. She was wearing an oatmeal colored sweater, and a tight pair of dark blue jeans. She was wearing a pair of bright red Chuck's to complete the casual look.

He could not see her face very well, but her figure was amazing. She was hourglass shaped, with an ass that was truly a work of art. Her crimson hair cascaded down to the middle of her back in loose curls, and was pulled back into a ponytail. She seemed to feel eyes on her, and started looking around quizzically. (Good situational awareness, that.) She eventually opened the back door of her SUV, causing a truly enormous dog to hop out excitedly. She bent down slightly to put a lead on his collar, and he groaned at the picture she made.

He watched her open the door for the movers, and was contemplating offering to help carry things in. He had just decided to offer his services (any she wanted) when Tobias Fucking Fornell pulled up to her house with a few Agents he recognised from being on his team. What on earth?

Gibbs continued to watch, as Fornell shook her hand and appeared to introduce the other men to her. Her smile was warm and welcoming, and Gibbs couldn't help but wish that look was aimed at him. He watched Fornell's team carry boxes in, while trying to decipher the situation. It wasn't until he saw them carry in a gun safe, that he figured it out. She must have joined the FBI.

He finally decided to head down to work on his boat. He had the weekend off for once, and he wanted to take advantage of it.

About an hour later, he heard a knock at his door. Placing the sander down, he unhurriedly made his way up the stairs. Gibbs looked out of the peephole, and saw Tobias standing there. He wasn't really surprised, he had figured it would be him.

"Fornell." Gibbs said, opening the door. He gestured him inside, glancing across the street as he did so. He could see his new neighbor directing where to sit her couch through her front window.

"Gibbs. I thought I would see if I could catch you at home." He said.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Gibbs asked wryly, offering Tobias a bottle of beer as he twisted the top off of his own.

Tobias shook his head in the negative. "I was across the street helping your new neighbor move in. I was hoping to introduce you two, so she knows someone nearby." He said, sitting down at the bar.

"Friend of yours?" Gibbs asked.

Tobias quirked a brow at Gibbs. "I actually just met her in person, today. She just transferred over from MI6. She's the new Blood Spatter expert at the Bureau. Comes highly reccomended." He said. "I brought over a few of my team, to help settle her in. She's a decorated Agent, and can take care of herself. However, she is new to the country, and living alone. Do you mind offering her help, if needed?" Fornell asked.

Gibbs raised an eyebrow, impressed despite himself. "Of course. Any idea why she left MI6?" He asked, curious.

"She was headhunted specifically due to her skill. She has a 93% case closure rate, according to the Director. There are rumors, though, that she was working with her ex-husband, and that it became uncomfortable for her to be his superior at work." Tobias said, rubbing his head with his hand. "She had a choice between us and INTERPOL, and here we are." He said, sighing.

"I'll watch out for her." Gibbs said, tilting his head. "I need to shower, then I'll stop over and introduce myself." He said.

Fornell sighed, again. He had a feeling that as soon as Gibbs saw her, he would fall prey to his weakness for redheads.

"Just be nice to her, Jethro. Try to be less 'Gibbs' than usual, please?" He said, instead of trying to warn Gibbs off. It wouldn't work, anyway. He was too stubborn by half. Gibbs just grunted, then led him to the door.

"Tell her I'll be around in an hour, or so." Gibbs said, practically pushing Tobias out the door.

As soon as Fornell left, Gibbs hopped upstairs for a quick shower. Afterwards, he looked at his body critically in the mirror. He was quite gray, but his body was still firmly muscled. The work he did on his boat, and at NCIS kept him trim and fit. He wasn't sure why he was fretting like a teenage girl, she would probably only see him as an older neighbor. He shook his head at his errant thoughts, and started to dress. He finally settled on an NIS t-shirt, and a pair of faded blue jeans.

By the time he started across the street, the only car in the drive was her own. He knocked on her door, harder than was strictly necessary. It was a force of habit, from working Law Enforcement. He heard a deep barking noise, then the click of the dog's nails on hardwood.

"Hush, Cloony!" A feminine voice scolded, before he heard the locks disengage. Gibbs thought he was ready for anything, once the door started opening. He was wrong. As soon as he saw her face up close, he was swallowed up by the most verdant eyes he had ever seen. She had plump, pink lips, high cheekbones, and delicately arched eyebrows.

A warm smile crossed her face, and it made her breathtaking. "Hello. You must be Agent Gibbs." She said, pulling back on the Great Danes' collar. "Ianthe Potter, it's a pleasure to meet you." Ianthe said in her crisp accent.

Gibbs shook her offered hand, and swallowed thickly. "I can honestly say that the pleasure is all mine."