Preventing Tragedy
NCIS crossover
Pedro lined up his shot. The gringo woman must be prevented from testifying. Only her word existed to implicate him and she would be silenced.
Just as he was about to pull the trigger, a bright light from behind distracted him. As he was in the process of shooting, his slight jerk caused the bullet to change trajectory slightly. Instead of hitting the man driving the car, it hit the window next to his head – and suddenly the car sped up to get away from whoever was shooting.
Pedro turned and saw the pendejo which had caused him to mess up his shot. The man had a stick of wood pointing directly at him and then ….
Harry looked at the man in front of him. He had some type of long-range gun that he had just fired and, in this neighborhood, that could be nothing good.
As he considered what he should do, he heard sirens blaring in the background making their approach.
He put away his wand and looked at the muggle he had just stupefied. When he saw a police car near enough he cupped his hands and yelled, "Here he is!"
Later, the police officers' story was unbelievable – but the suspect's story was too close for it to be considered nuts.
The police officer approached the white man standing there with his hands visible with another man on the ground unconscious. There was a sniper rifle right next to the unconscious man.
The officer had his gun out and said, "What happened?"
"I came across this guy who looked to be taking a shot. I messed up his aim and then knocked him out." The officer nodded at him but frisked him anyway.
Harry was never so glad that his wand holster was invisible to muggles as he was in that moment.
When the officer had cleared him he asked, "Do you have some ID?"
Harry shrugged. "Left it at the hotel. I'm Harry Potter. From Surrey, England."
The accent matched and the man didn't look particularly dangerous so he handed him off to another officer who had approached even as he started checking the man on the ground.
The man had a strong pulse but was unconscious. Looking at the scene, it was apparent that the man on the ground had been in control of the rifle.
Before the officers could enquire further, there was a message that a Federal Agent was on his way. The shooting was targeting a witness in a drug trial.
The officers looked at the two men and decided that it was more likely that the English guy was telling the truth. It was racial profiling, but in this case it worked.
As the two officers began to secure the man before he would wake up, the other officer had placed Harry next to a tree and was keeping an eye on him and his fellow officers while waiting for the Fed.
He could hear the other responding cars approaching their position.
Suddenly the man in the leather jacket said, "Good Luck," and turned. He was about to protest even as he was reaching for his sidearm when the man shrunk down and disappeared in a ball of light.
He called out, "Did you guys see that?"
The two officers who had been alerted to the other man by the strangled sound the other officer had made were speechless.
When the Fed showed up he was treated to a wild story by the three arresting officers. That they had the shooter and the gun and there were no other signs of a struggle, the story was hushed up.
The BOLO never caught the man the officers and the suspect described. Inquiries turned up no Harry Potter from Surrey, England, or any other part of England which matched the description.
Gunnery Sergeant Leroy Jethro Gibbs was amazed at the story his wife and the NIS agent were telling him over the phone. He was in a medical tent having just been wounded in combat – probably too wounded to stay on active duty.
His wife, who was supposed to testify at a trial, no longer needed to testify as the man she was set to testify against was caught red-handed trying to kill her and the agent watching her.
The gun, the bullet, the prints – the case was so rock solid that Pedro finally confessed and took a deal in hopes of a lighter sentence. He wouldn't see the outside of a prison cell for the next 25 years but he counted it as a win: Federal murder and attempted murder charges on the witness could result in execution.
Gibbs returned home and, presented with the knowledge that he could no longer operate fully as a Marine, decided to give NIS a try. Mike Franks had done a lot of work to keep his wife safe and, even though she was saved by some weird circumstance, the idea of protecting the innocent while getting the guilty locked up appealed to him.
When he, his partner, and another NIS agent were sent to Europe on a Black Op mission, he successfully denied his partner's mild advances – he had a beautiful wife and daughter at home to go back to. And he had just gotten word that she was pregnant again.