Author's Note: This is the last chapter of this story. As I said before, there will be a sequel so this does end in a sort of cliffhanger. I'm not sure when I will start writing the sequel, but it will most likely be a couple weeks from now since I have a maths exam to study for. However, there will be at least one one-short between now, and when I start publishing the sequel that will involve this realm. I thank all my readers, since I work so hard on this stuff for you guys, and I love knowing that people are reading it. Also, if anybody has ideas about what house at Hogwarts each of the Jeffersonian crew would be since they will be getting sorted next story, and I would like to know what the fandom thinks PM me.

Enjoy!

"He ran."

Those two words served as a stimulant for a number of reactions. Angela and Zack instantly glanced at Harry who didn't visually change. Dr. Brennen, and Hodgins looked down sadly while Dr. Saroyan started barking orders to figure out where he went.

When Harry, and Angela were the only ones left on the platform the boy turned to her with a blank face, "You were right. About everything."

Angela hugged him. "We'll keep you safe."

Harry pulled out of the embracing, and started talking faster then she had ever heard him speak before, "He seems to have a thing for Spanish History judging by the methods he used to kill Liam. We should be looking for something Spanish. A fort would be ideal, but so much as Spanish Architecture could satisfy him."

Angela was quick to shift from mom to work mode, "There's a Spanish Embassy on Pennsylvania Avenue."

"That's perfect. I'll go tell Booth to look there." Harry ran off before Angela could stop him. He raced outside to the FBI building down the street.

It didn't take Zack and Hodgins long to come to the same conclusion. Ultimately, Hodgins was the one to rush to Booth. He walked into the conversation at the wrong time as it turned out.

"Let, me come." Harry begged, "I want to help."

"No," Booth answered, "Not this time. You're too emotionally attached to this case. Plus, you don't have a gun."

"First of all, because you won't let me. Secondly, I'm British we use our foreheads."

"You're not getting shot on my watch."

"We don't know if he has a gun!"

"I'll bring you next time." Booth answered, noticing Hodgins, "Right now, Hodgins is going to make sure you go back to the Jeffersonian and stay there!"

"Why am I in charge of him?" Hodgins asked, startled at his sudden inclusion into the argument.

"You're here, and I don't trust him not to follow me." With that, Booth left for the Spanish Embassy.

Harry was trembling with both fear, and anger. He glared sourly at Hodgins who for once didn't take it personally, "You'll get to handcuff the next guy. Zack, and I are going to test the flail to see the power it would have taken to get the amount of damage on the bone. What's more fun then watching Zack struggle with a flail?"

Harry offered a fake smile since he knew Hodgins didn't want the answer he was thinking of. On their walk back, Harry kept glancing around. He'd jump when Hodgins would say something, and went out of his way to avoid contact with anybody on the streets. Once safe inside the Jeffersonian, Harry's paranoia didn't end.

Zack had grown anxious when he found out that Harry had run off by himself, but calmed as he saw the man walking in with Hodgins intact. He had the test dummy set up for their experiment quickly, while Harry sat on a chair lost in his own thoughts.

Hodgins took the flail quickly, and was happy to strike the dummy at full force. His hit didn't match up with what they had found on the bones.

"I'm not so sure this is the weapon." Hodgins sighed out of frustration. If this was just another decoy, he would hit somebody with it.

"How where you holding it?" Harry's voice was soft, and shocked the other two since it had been a while since he had spoke.

Hodgins showed him. His grip was right, but once he swung both of the boys saw what was wrong.

"You use your wrist not your elbow." Zack pointed out, "That causes changes in the responses. Let me try."

Hodgins made a face, but gave Zack the flail. The brunette took aim at the dummy, and struck using his wrist for power. They checked it against the monitor, and Zack smirked triumphantly.

"It matches. He knew what he was doing with this which implies training. King of the lab." Zack turned toward Harry who was a sickly pale colour.

"Does it normally take Booth this long? Shouldn't he be back by now?" Harry stood shakily, "What if something's happened, and we don't know?"

"Nothing's happened. Booth will call when he's got the man." Hodgins tried to sooth him.

"Harry simply likes to have some level of control over things. He couldn't go with Booth, and is reacting poorly." Zack told his friend calmly.

"I am not reacting poorly. He should be back by now." Harry started pacing in agitation. Booth should be back by then. Since he wasn't, the only logical conclusion would be that something had happened to cause his delay. Like getting molested, and murdered.

Zack was watching him closely in an attempted to figure out what he was thinking. Harry had never been this nervous for a test, or job interview, or anything else Zack had seen. This was new to him, and he couldn't deduct what was going on in the other's mind. Zack's only conclusion was that it was nothing connected to logic, or nothing at all. That was frightening since Harry had always been his most rational companion. He knew that he had not always been the logic driven man that Zack had known, but seeing him different was more unnerving then simply hearing about it. There was no way of knowing what Harry might do.

However, it was quickly cleared up what his next step would be. Run to try to help Booth. Zack had turned to face Hodgins, and when he turned back Harry had disappeared through the door. Both men didn't move for a minute, to amazed they were at the lithe man's speed. By the time their minds had caught up, two ginger heads were escorting Harry back in.

"Let go of me." Harry complained.

"We made an educated guess that-" Fred started as the trio stopped at the bottom of the platform.

"You didn't want him bolting like that." George answered. Each of them had one of Harry's arms in his grasp as the man struggled to get free.

"Let go of me." Harry said again.

Hodgins nodded, and slid his card so that the twins could place Harry back on the platform where he was deposited in his former chair. He was angry.

"If you run off," Hodgins growled, "I'm the one Booth is going to skin alive."

"Booth won't skin anybody alive if we don't help him." Harry insisted, attempting to stand up again, but the twins pushed him back down. They knew the thick headed boy too well to even think of taking their eyes off of him. Harry would be gone if that happened.

"Why are you so sure that he's in trouble?" Fred asked, confused without knowing about the case.

"It shouldn't take this long to arrest the guy. Therefore, the only logically conclusion is that something's happened to Booth." Harry answered, standing up again.

"You're just trying to show moral fiber again." George replied.

"Am not." Harry glared at his captors.

Zack was uneasy. He knew of Harry's famed intuition, but it was just that. There was no way Booth could be hurt or anything. He was Booth; able to withstand anything. As close to indestructible as a human being could get. Once Zack was sure everything was under control, he walked briskly to Dr. Brennen's office where she was just hanging up the phone.

"Zack, go tell everyone that Booth got him." Dr. Brennen requested her assistant.

"Was that him now? No injuries or anything?" Zack double checked.

"He said something about a cut. Booth is getting it looked at now, and then he's coming back here."

Zack nodded to returned to find turmoil. Somebody, most likely the twins, decided that it was a smart idea to tie Harry to his chair to keep him from running out to be heroic. Harry had stopped fighting since he then had to focus on getting oxygen into his lungs. Ex-boyfriend to the rescue!

Nobody dared to object as Zack quickly untied Harry since the anger was causing heat waves to roll off of him. Before he could get the bindings off since the knots were nearly impossible, Harry's aggravation mounted. There was a flash, a boom, and the lights went off. Zack pulled his UV light out as alarms started going off to finish with the knots.

Once he was free, Harry collapsed into Zack's waiting arms. Dr. Brennen, Angela and Dr. Saroyan came running out as the lab secured itself.

Dr. Saroyan was the first to speak, "Who set off the alarms? How, and why included."

"They tied Harry up." Zack was first to explain, "Which caused him to hyperventilate, and lose control over himself. It was just his magic react to the fear."

"Why did you bind my inter to begin with?" Dr. Brennen asked.

As they explained the situation, Angela came over to the other two. Harry was hiding his face in Zack's shoulder. Zack held tight to the man as he shook with silent sobs. She gently rubbed his back until Harry calmed down.

"Booth is alright." Zack told him, as Harry pulled back to wipe his face, "He called Dr. Brennen, and said that he got Mr. Green with a minor injury. Booth's getting looked at, and then coming here."

Harry nodded, standing shakily, and glaring at his brothers. Before storming off, he growled at them, "Don't do that again."

As soon as Harry was out of hearing range, Zack turned to them as well, "I would have expected you two to know he had Merinthophobia."

Harry was furious as he walked out of the Jeffersonian. Once Dr. Saroyan had known there was no real danger, she let the lock down drop. He hardly remembered the incident, but knew it was the twins who bound him. They knew he didn't like it, but had done so anyway. Sadistic bastards.

Ultimately, it was a voice that broke through Harry's wall of internal anger. A voice that was all too familiar since he had heard it a hundred times quizzing him before a test, calling out Chess spaces, or giving him general life advice. He knew that he had to be hallucinating, but glanced around anyway.

Sure enough walking towards him down the street was a red haired, blue eyed, freckled man holding hands with a bushy haired woman. Harry beamed, and ran at them. He felt like the little kids who's best friend had moved away, but was coming for a visit.

The trio embraced warmly. All three were smiling like idiots, and refused to let go for several minutes. When they finally did part, it was Hermione who spoke first.

"Harry, what's wrong? Have you been crying?"

He shook his head, "Nothing, simply the twins being themselves. What are you two doing in DC?"

"Officially, we were sent to check on Fred, and George since they were suppose to be back list night, but weren't." Ron answered, "However, we did want to come talk to you about something."

Harry scowled, "They're in the lab. Not giving my coworkers a very good impression of our family, by the way."

"We had better go correct that then." Hermione smiled, linking her free arm with her little brother's as they headed back into the building.

Everything had been settled down by the time Booth got there. Harry sat with Ron, and Hermione on the couch with the others around the table. Both twins leaned on the railing as far from Harry as they could get since neither put it past the man to hit them.

"We got him." Booth said slowly, "There's not going to be any need for a trial. He was shot while resisting arrest, and attacking the arresting officer."

A large gash down Booth's arm served as evidence. Ron had been filled in by Harry about the happenings, and was more relieved then the others that the man who had hurt his brother all those years ago had finally paid the price.

"Good." Angela voiced what most of them were thinking.

"Now, what happened here?" Booth sat down next to Dr. Brennen.

Hodgins explained everything that went on since the other man had left. Including the arrival of two other Weasleys.

"We come as messengers from The Order of the Phoenix." Hermione told them, quickly shutting the twins up with a look, "It has come to The Order's attention that this team is working to figure out the differences between wizards and muggles."

The team slowly nodded. Not even Harry could deduct where this was going, and he knew The Order first hand.

"The Order has sent us to wish you all good luck in that quest." Ron continued where his wife had left off, "As well as to request assistance."

Fred placed a set of pictures on the table of a body. A female, mid teens, with no clear cause of death. If it wasn't for the decomposition, anybody would have thought she was asleep. She was in a forest clearing though, and had mostly been eaten away by bugs, "This body was found on the grounds of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. No students or staff are missing which implies this is a muggle."

George finished the prepared monologue, "The Order would like your assistance in determining who the person is as well as who killed her. We aren't coming from the Ministry, since they're trying to push it off as a poorly placed suicide. However, we come to you as citizens of that world who believe there's something else going on."

They all took turns looking at the pictures. Dr. Brennen listed off what she could see just from the photos. Harry was more interested in the cause of death, "There's no clear indicator of what might have killed her. If that's true, it sounds like a wizard-muggle hate crime."

"That's what The Order was thinking it could be. We'd like your team to help bring her killer to justice." Ron spoke softly. As co-head of Muggle Relations in the Ministry, he saw this as a huge opportunity for the two worlds to mingle.

Dr. Saroyan had been silent, but nodded as he spoke, "I for one would be honored to help in anyway possible."

The others all agreed quickly. It was arranged for communications to be set up to figure out how best to proceed. Ron, and Hermione dragged Harry off as soon as the meeting was over. They walked the midday streets of Washington DC. The late September air welcoming after the tiring days for Harry.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" Harry asked as they settled down in a park several blocks from his work.

"We have big news, and we wanted you to be the first to hear." Hermione smiled, "I'm pregnant."

Harry felt himself fill with joy for his two best friends, "That's wonderful!"

Ron was beaming as well, "Also, you know the world is unstable at the moment. If something happens to us, we want the baby to go somewhere safe, and away from all that. So, we were hoping that you'd agree to be the godfather."

Harry's grin grew, as he hugged both of them, "I'd love to be."