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Just A Matter of Time	By : Giovanna Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 19707 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter Seven- Anxiety

After the second interview, Derek calls Rossi to see if they have had any luck. Unfortunately, Dave and Savannah haven’t learned anything new either. Derek and Spencer head for the third one their list, the librarian in charge of the children’s section.

Abigail White opens the door looking cheerful and alert. Derek cannot help but picture what Spencer looked like this morning: grumpy and exhausted. It took three cups of coffee before Spencer started to look normal and he didn’t even bother to put in his contacts. Derek thinks he looks adorable in his retro glasses. “Good morning, Ma’am. I’m Agent Morgan and this is Dr. Reid. Would it be okay if we ask you some questions?”

White checks their badges before inviting them inside. “Can I get either of you something to drink? Coffee? Water?”

“No, thank you, Mrs. White,” Derek responds.

She waves her hand dismissively, “Mrs. White is my mother-in-law. Call me Abigail.”

“Of course, Abigail.”

Smiling, Abigail asks, “Now, what can I help you with?”

“I am sure you have heard about the two young boys that were murdered,” Spencer states.

“Yes, of course. I knew them both; JJ and Matty were such enthusiastic readers. A tragic loss for both their families.”

Derek nods. “Yes, it is.”

“And now a third boy has been taken. I don’t remember his name...Nate? Norman?”

“Noah Jackson,” Spencer adds helpfully. “We found him early this morning. He is safe and at home with his parents.”

Derek continues, “Noah is not connected to JJ and Matty’s cases. His father is the one that kidnapped him. But JJ and Matty’s killer is still out there.”

Abigail twists her hands, glad that Noah had been found but sorrowful at the loss of JJ and Matty. “What can I do to help?”

“The library is one of the links we have found that connects JJ and Matty,” Spencer says.

“Are you saying that someone at the library is responsible?”

Derek cautiously states, “Possibly. None of the employees or volunteers have been charged or suspected of a sexual crime. We are hoping that one of the employees at the library has noticed something or someone that could help us find the perpetrator.”

Abigail shakes her head, if she had noticed someone or something suspicious she would have reported it.

“Close your eyes, Abigail. Is there a person that frequents the library, someone that spends time in the children’s section but doesn’t have a child? A person that spends numerous hours at the library but may not take out many books. Someone that appears to be reading but is instead watching people around him,” Spencer coaxes.

Abigail squeezes her eyes shut, trying to remember someone like that. Memories flash through her brain, but no one fits. She does not remember anyone like that. “I’m sorry, but I don’t recall anyone like that. I can try to keep an eye out when I’m at work, though.”

“What about frequent users of the library’s computers? Anyone stand out in your memory?” Derek inquires, thinking of the blogs Garcia found.

She goes over the patrons in her head but the faces all seem to blur together. Students, children, and adults, all utilize the library’s computers. “I’m sorry, no one stands out. So many people use the computers…” Abigail murmurs regretfully.

“Do you know about the parenting blog run by Joshua Markson Senior or the one written by Pamela Washington?” Spencer questions.

She shakes her head no. “I didn’t know about either one.”

Spencer asks, “What about any of the frequent patrons? Are you aware of any of them having blogs?”

“Alison Canon has a food blog. Gus O’Malley is a high school science teacher and runs a science blog trying to get children interested in science. He even holds demonstrations once or twice a month at the library. Our head children’s librarian, Iris Johnson, has a blog about literature for children of all ages as well. I am not aware of any other patrons or employees running blogs.”

“Thank you, Abigail,” Spencer says. The women do not need to be investigated; the UnSub is definitely a male. Gus O’Malley isn’t a likely suspect as their UnSub is one that fades into the background, but they will check him out just in case.

“I wish I could be more help,” the librarian admits. She doesn’t want another child to be killed.

Derek offers her his card. “You did help. Please give me a call should you remember anything further. Thank you for your time.”

“I will. I am sorry I could not be more helpful. I hope you find him,” Abigail says sounding regretful.

Spencer gives a little wave and follows Derek out.

Spencer calls George to have him look into Gus O’Malley while Derek drives to the next person on the list. The interviews take the rest of the day but nothing comes of them.

When they all get back to the station, the team offers the little they have learned. Aaron, JJ, and Emily had interviewed the two victims’ families but learned nothing of significance. The boys went to the library on different days: JJ on Wednesdays, and Saturdays, while Matty went on Mondays and Fridays. Their schedule never deviated, meaning they never met at the library.

Aaron gets George on a video call. “What have you found out?”

But Penelope is the one to answer, “Gus O’Malley is clean as a whistle. He’s an accomplished and well-respected teacher. Students and teachers alike love him. Married with three children. He took his students on a field trip out of town during the time of Matty’s abduction. O’Malley was never alone during the trip and shared a room with a parent that was chaperoning the trip. He couldn’t have killed Matty.”

None of the profilers are surprised, but they had to know for sure. “Do you have anything else for us?”

“Not at the moment. I am going through the list of patrons. I am searching for any families whose web usage would give the UnSub access to a child’s schedule for potential victims. I eliminated any family with only female children since the UnSub clearly has a preference for boys. I will let you know as soon as I find any potential victims. I am also going through the lists for potential UnSubs.”

Derek adds, “He won’t be easy to find. This guy isn’t going to the library for the books. He may not even be on the patron list.”

George nods to himself. “I know.” This UnSub is smart and odds are that he isn’t on the list of patrons. He wouldn’t want to leave a trail. Despite not being a patron, the UnSub doesn’t stand out and likely pretends to read at the library instead of taking books home.

“Keep us informed, George,” Aaron says.

George smiles at Aaron. “Course, Bossman.” He offers Aaron a salute and hangs up.

Aaron shakes his head. “He’s spending too much time with Garcia.”

The others hide their smiles, more than aware of Pen’s inclination to call Aaron varying forms of boss and Sir. The lighter mood is short but well needed on a case like this one.

Chester Westler smiles to himself. The news is reporting a third boy missing. Idiotic police, they don’t even realize someone else is using me as a cover . Chester thumbs the picture of Samuel Ellis. This time, it will be perfect. Sammy will be perfect for me. So innocent. The Ellis family is as foolish as the other families. Instead of a parenting blog, Linda Ellis tweets or posts near every moment of her day for anyone to see. Through her, he can easily find out where his precious boy, Sammy, is. Chester grins to himself, technology makes finding his perfect boy so much easier. Chester followed the Ellis family home last week. He watched the house and learned their routine in preparation for when he takes his beloved boy home. Families often have predictable routines, which makes finding the perfect opening almost laughingly easy.

It’s been a three weeks since Matty. Stupid boy, why did you have to resist? You were perfect, but you had to ruin it with your incessant crying! Westler takes out the two locks of hair, stroking the silky hair. Why wait any longer? Those pigs are searching for that Jackson kid and the person that took him. Perfect time to get Sammy.

When he gets home, Chester plans to prepare his kit. Tonight, he will take little Sammy and bring him home where he belongs. It will be perfect this time. Sammy will be his perfect little boy.

With no leads, Hotch asks the Board of Trustees for any surveillance the library has. Thankfully, the North Regional Public Library does have a security system. The footage is quickly sent to the station and Hotch puts Reid on it while the rest either go to visit the dump sites, revisit abduction sites, or look through old case files.

It has been two months since little JJ was found dead and three weeks since Matty. The library only has storage to save the past thirty days before new footage is recorded over it. Spencer watches the first week thoroughly at a speed that no one else on the team can accomplish. He keeps an eye out for frequent visitors, especially adults in the children’s section during the times Matty was at the library before he was kidnapped. His eyes sharpen at the man in the children’s section that appears to be looking at Matty. The man’s attention on Matty is subtle and easily overlooked by an untrained eye. But Spencer sees through it. The man is watching Matty with unusual and suspicious fervor. Spencer’s suspicion only grows at the man’s absence after Matty was killed. Yet, the next week the man starting showing up at the library again. Twice during the third week but four times during the most recent week. Spencer rewinds and watches the footage again. Then he calls Garcia’s office.

“Mistress of technology, Penelope speaking.”

George pipes in, “Does that make me the Master?” He pauses briefly, “Master of Technology, George speaking!”

Spencer’s lips twitch at the greeting, two Garcias is never good. Heaven helps them if Fred joins in and they have three Garcias. The world may explode.

“Penelope, George,” Spencer greets.

“What can I do for Derek’s White Chocolate?” Pen asks.

George giggles, “White Chocolate?”

Rolling his eyes, Spencer decides to ignore them both and states, “I found a suspect, can you try to identify him?”

“Sure can, Butter Cup,” Penelope chirps. She taps into the Raleigh station and finds the image Spencer is referring to.

Using the image, Pen finds George starts searching. “Searching now.” His fingers fly over the keyboard. The ding of a match is an immeasurably satisfying sound. “Found him. Chester ‘no middle name’ Westler. Really? His parents named him Chester Westler? He was doomed from the start.”

Spencer’s lips curve a little, but he interrupts, “Where does he work?”

“Works for a landscaping company. I’m sending the work and home address to your phone.”

“Any criminal record?”

George adds, “No adult record and if he had a criminal record as a youth it has been expunged. But they can’t hide anything from the Master.”

Spencer chuckles, listening to George’s fingers moving amazingly fast over the keyboard.

“Found it. Chester was questioned by police at age thirteen. Chester’s younger brother told a neighbor that Chester liked to play doctor with him. Apparently, the brother said he liked the game because Chester gave him lots of candy.”

Spencer sighs. “Was he arrested, charged?”

George grumbles. “No. His parents said it was a misunderstanding and that Chester wanted to be a doctor when he grew up. They wouldn’t allow the police to talk to either Chester or the younger brother. The police did what they could as well as social services, but neither could prove anything. Chester was never charged with anything.”

“This has to be the UnSub. Thank you, George.”

“Arrest the bastard.”

Spencer promises, “We will.” He thanks them both before hanging up and dialing Hotch. “I have a suspect, Chester Westler. I spotted him on the tapes in the children’s section. He was also suspected of molesting his younger brother as a youth. Westler is our UnSub. I sent his address to your phone.”

“Have George dig into his life. We need evidence if we are going to arrest him. I’ll call Detective Dellinger to set up surveillance.” After hanging up, Hotch calls Savannah, getting the surveillance on Westler’s home and work in place. They either need to catch him in the act or find enough evidence to obtain a search warrant. Releasing his picture is always an option but at this point, they have no evidence. If he realizes that they know who he is, Westler could get rid of incriminating evidence. They want him behind bars for good and to do that, they need definitive evidence. It isn’t worth the risk, not yet. They still have a chance to catch him before he takes another young boy.

Reid calls Pen and George again, “Hotch wants to know everything you can find about Westler. Anything we can use against him, anything we could use to get a search warrant. We need to locate him.”

Within seconds, George gives Spencer the property Chester Westler is working. Reid lets the surveillance team know. They are not letting this guy kidnap another child.

He goes back to the tapes, identifying several boys that fit Westler’s type. Spencer calls Penelope’s office.

George answers the call, “Go for the Secret Seekers, George speaking.”

Spencer rolls his eyes, “Secret seekers?”

“No secret is safe from these talented fingers for long. Just like I know about you and Derek being members of a very exclusive BDSM club,” George reveals nonchalantly.

Spencer splutters, “You—how?” He rubs his forehead. “I don’t even want to know how you found that out.”

Penelope giggles, “Don’t worry, Boy Genius, we won’t tell anyone. Although I bet, Derek looks hot in leather with a flogger in his hand.”

“I bet Spencer looks even better getting flogged,” George proposes.

Spencer rubs his temples. Not only do both techs know about the club, they clearly know or, at least, suspect what they do at the club. Desperate to change the subject from his and Derek’s activities, he declares, “I have found four boys that could fit Westler’s type. Could you find out who they are?”

George smirks a little at Spencer’s obvious attempt to change the subject while not denying anything. Then he gets back to business. “Of course.” He opens the images Spencer sent to him and begins to search. “I’ve identified all four boys. I have three of these are on the list I compiled of possible victims using the library’s list of patrons. All three have a parent or parents that use some form of social media or technology on a regular basis that Westler could have used to track the victim’s movements.”

“Great work, George. Can you send the family’s names, addresses and contact information to everyone’s phones?”

“Done.”

“Thanks, George.” Spencer quickly hangs up and dials Aaron. He fills him in on what he and George discovered. Within seconds, Aaron is apprising Dellinger of the new development. As quickly as possible, the three families are located and moved to safe houses. Each house has three detectives inside, should Westler make an attempt that night.

Chester waits for nightfall. The Ellis’s thankfully do not have a pet, one less thing he has to worry about. Not that he isn’t willing to kill a lowly pet to get his Sammy in his arms. Sammy’s room is dark as he expects it to be. Chester waits two hours for Sammy’s parents to fall asleep. The anticipation makes his leg bounce. He creeps into the yard in the dark. Chester jimmies the window, easing silently inside. Finding the lump on the bed, he readies himself. Chester peels back the blankets, shocked when the lump isn’t Sammy but pillows. “What?” he whispers in the dark room, mystified by the absence of Sammy in his bed. He doesn’t understand what’s happening.

The lights flash on and men shout, “Police! Hands up!”

Chester freezes and feels himself being tackled to the ground. His arms are wrenched behind his back and he’s cuffed. He is stunned; the police were waiting for him. Chester cannot believe it. How did they know? He’d been careful.

He is hauled out of the house and into the back of an unmarked police car. For a moment, Chester is worried but they cannot know he killed those boys. But they were waiting for you. Panic runs through his veins. Fuck, what if they search my house?!

The BAU team, along with Raleigh P.D., searches Chester Westler’s home. They find Westler’s shrine in the basement. Pictures of the two victims, death shots included, two locks of hair neatly labeled with the victim’s name. One section is clearly reserved for possible future victims, including the boy, Samuel Ellis, who Westler intended to kidnap tonight. Emily finds tapes of the rapes and murders. Westler certainly didn’t anticipate the police finding him because he never even made an attempt to hide any evidence linking him to the two boys. The trial should be easy; there is more than enough evidence against Westler here.

Savannah has Westler cracking within ten minutes. With a confession and all the evidence Westler left for them to find, his lawyer will probably suggest he take a plea. JJ and Matty’s families will have closure and Westler won’t be able to hurt another boy again.

Late Sunday Night:

Later that evening finds Harry pacing in front of the magical entrance of the Stanford Airport waiting for his father and papa to arrive. Harry cannot fathom for the life of him why his parents do not use the International entrance of the American Wizard Airport. Each time Harry had brought it up to his father, he changed the subject.

Harry wishes his parents would bring Teddy; he really misses his son. He promises himself that as soon as he gets back to Britain, he will spend as much time as possible with his son. Perhaps they will even take a nice vacation with just the two of them. On the other hand with Teddy back in Britain, it gives Harry a chance to be selfish and get to know Aaron better. Harry thought it was sweet that Aaron texted him this morning when their plane landed, informing him they arrived safely. He is not sure yet where their relationship will go, which is why he has not mentioned that he has a son to Aaron. Not only does he miss Teddy but he misses his Dom, even though they speak to each other every night, there is nothing like hearing Aaron whisper sweet words into his ear while he fucks him. Harry continues to wear the gift that Aaron gave him, there were many times since Aaron left that Harry has been tempted to spell the cock cage off and wank to his heart's content. His Dom would never know, but his conscience would eat at him if he did that. Aaron placed his trust in him and even though Aaron has no knowledge of magic, it would not be right.

Harry stops pacing and looks around the airport at the crowds of wizards and witches walking around. He wonders again for the hundredth time why his fathers would use this entrance. Harry’s question is answered when he turns around from his fiftieth pacing loop to see Luna Zabini standing there with a glowing smile on her face. Harry cannot help himself; Luna’s smile is as infectious as her personality. “What are you doing here, Little Dove?”

“You needed me, so I came,” She tells him. Harry reaches out and pulls her into his arms. She is right, he needed her more than he realized. After Hermione had died, Luna filled the empty place by his side, as did Bill Weasley and Draco. Bill filled a part of Harry he did not know was there, becoming his big brother, doling out advice when he needed it and sometimes when he did not. Draco became the twin brother he always longed to have, over time they became synced, working as one unit. But Luna has this way of seeing into his thoughts before he can voice them and her calming spirit always soothes him. This is his family, unconventional, but his and he cherishes them.

Harry pulls back from her and stares into her beautiful blue eyes, “You’re right, I do need you.”

“I brought someone else with me, well two other people.” Just as she says those words, Harry sees Bill coming this way with a very sleepy Teddy in his arms. Harry lets go of Luna and walks around her to meet Bill halfway.

“Hello Pup,” Bill greets him. He grabs onto Harry’s neck, kissing him on the forehead then pulls him into a one-armed hug. Harry takes in Bill’s calming scent, which has always been able to calm him whenever his mind cannot settle. Bill reminds Harry of Aaron in so many ways: they are both dominant and know how to command a room or a person. But they are also different. Bill is straight and prefers women a little on the quirky side. This gives Harry a thought, he knows the perfect person for Bill to hook up with while he is here.

“Mr. Weasley, I would appreciate if you will let my child breathe.” The silky smooth, calming voice can only be one person. Harry lifts his head turns to see his father standing there dressed in his traditional black. Instead of his usual robes, he is wearing a suit that fits him to a T. His shoulder length black hair is pulled back into a low ponytail. The man does not look a day over thirty, certainly too young to be a father and a grandfather.

Harry smiles and moves out of Bill’s arms, “Hello, Father.” He walks over to the taller man who instantly reaches out and touches his face. Harry relishes in his father’s touch. As much as Severus sometimes works his nerves with his constant badgering by trying to marry him off, Harry loves and appreciates the man more than he is willing to admit.

Severus studies his face as if he did not see him two days ago while speaking on Google Talk. Muggles may not have magic, but they are certainly amazingly inventive. “You are not eating,” Severus says while he turns Harry’s face in different directions. “And you are not sleeping.” His father squints his dark opal eyes and looks at him as if he is searching for some kind of clue. “And you met someone since you have been here.” Harry is not sure how his father figured out all those things just by looking at his face, but he will neither confirm nor deny them. He’s pleading the fifth as he’s heard Americans say in the time he has been here.

“Love, leave Harry alone. When he is ready to tell you, he will.” Harry turns one more time to see Papa Lucius standing beside Andy and an exhausted Seamus.

“What, did the whole gang decide to come along?” He asks in surprise at seeing Andy and Seamus. “Hello Papa, it is great to see you.”

“Hello, Harry,” Lucius greets with a warm smile.

Harry’s attention is shifted to Andromeda when she speaks.

“Harry dear, did you really think you could be separated from Teddy for so long? Besides Luna has a feeling she will give birth while Blaise is on this case and Seamus and Neville are newlyweds with a baby on the way; it’s a shame to keep them apart for so long.” Andromeda says to him in that regal way she speaks, as if she is reprimanding you for doing something wrong. If not for the smile she gives after the statement, Harry would think was in trouble.

Harry turns to his family, “Are you all ready to head to the hotel?”

“Yes. And Harry about that, your papa and I feel that staying in a hotel will not work for the family.” Lucius says offhandedly. “Instead, we decided to buy a house.”

Harry should have known, he really should have. Buying a house even if it is for a short amount of time had to be Lucius’s idea. “Of course you did,” Harry drawls.

“It was your father’s idea really,” Lucius says, proving him wrong. Harry turns his head to look in Severus’s face for the truth.

“Your idea, I don’t understand. Usually spending money so frivolously is Papa’s thing.”

His father replies, “If we stay in a hotel, I cannot keep an eye on you. Besides, I see nothing wrong with buying a house, it is a good investment.” Harry feels as if his father is talking about something other than buying a house. Like marriage and more grandchildren. Fuck, it’s only been what five minutes and he’s already in father hen mode. How quickly can I solve this case?

“Honestly Father, I am a grown man, I make tough decisions every day,” Harry whines. Sometimes his father seems to still think he’s a little boy that needs to be taken care of and watched over.

“I am very well aware of that Harrison, but as your father, it is my duty to protect you until I am unable to.” Then he says with a gentle smile, “Besides, I want you close to me, something is bothering you and it has nothing to do with the case. I want to be able to help you in every way I can.”

Harry cannot argue with his father when he acts out of the kindness of his heart. Harry relents, “Fine, let me call Draco and the others and let them know of the address change.”

“No need to do that, I sent a message to Draco the minute we got here. They will be at the house when we get there.” Lucius informs him.

“Please tell me it is not a mansion?” Harry begs. “Please tell me it’s modest at least?”

Bill coughs to hide his chuckle, “Describe modest in their opinion?” He says waving his hand around to the rest of the family, filled with Lords and Ladies.

“Very well, let’s go,” he says to the group. “Wait, do Blaise and Neville know that Seamus and Luna came along also?”

“No, they do not,” Seamus answers the question. “Don’t expect Neville to work too much for the next two days; we have some catching up to do.” He finishes and walks away with pep in his step.

Harry turns and looks at Luna, “I guess the same goes for Blaise as well?” Luna blushes and raises her hand to play with the pendant around her neck.

“Yes, the same goes for Blaise,” She mimics. “There are a few matters we need to straighten out.” Luna tells him and arches a single blond brow. The group begins to walk out of the airport and make their way to the sleek black limo waiting for them. Now that his papa is here, trying to remain inconspicuous no longer applies. Malfoy’s and Prince’s by default do not downplay their wealth. After the war, his father learned to accept that he is a Lord and what that entails: wealth, prestige, and a lot more respect for his expertise as a Potion’s Master. There are so many things that will come out in the open and he hopes that Aaron will not turn away from him when he finds them out.

Then a thought occurs to him, for the next two days Blaise and Neville will be unable to do their jobs properly after being away from their spouses. Harry understands how they feel, Aaron has only been gone for a few hours and he is experiencing withdrawal effects of not seeing or talking with the other man all day. I really hope he comes back to me soon and safe, walking around in a state of arousal without hope of release is quickly becoming detrimental to my health.

Again, Harry wishes Aaron knew about magic, that way he would be able to see his Dom every night. His wolf is crying out for contact with his mate. Mate! A word Harry refuses to associate with the human side of his mind. While his wolf willingly accepts that Aaron is his mate, his other half has not. There are too many variables to think about. The most important fact is that once this case is over, Harry will never see Aaron again unless one of them quits their job and decides to change their entire lives. Harry wants Teddy to grow up around his cousins and to have both his grandfathers in his life along with Andromeda. Sooner or later, he will have to say goodbye to the man who completes him in every way.

Harry does not hear the sigh that comes out of his mouth, but he looks up to find his father looking at him with an anxious expression. Harry knows that his father wants to ask him a bunch of questions but will leave him alone for now. But the questions will come, they always do. One thing Harry has learned is that his father is a patient man and will not push until you go to him. Maybe it was all those years as a spy?

Monday Night:

“Please, Daaaad, just one more story.” Teddy pouts. Harry hides the smile threatening to form on his lips. For the past hour, Teddy’s been trying to stall going to sleep by wheedling as many bedtime stories out of him as possible.

“No Teddy, it’s time for you to go to bed. You don’t want to be too tired to see Mickey Mouse now do you?” Harry asks his son.

Teddy pouts again and Harry blames himself for introducing him to muggle telly when he was a toddler. Harry had decided to give his team the day off to give them time to spend with their families. It will give them all a chance to recoup, something they need during a long, intense case like Nott’s. He wonders what his and Teddy’s life will be like once Aaron finds out about Teddy. Will Teddy see Aaron as his other father? Will Aaron be willing to read Teddy a bedtime story and be part of our lives? Or will Aaron break things off when he finds out about Teddy or Merlin forbid, magic? Harry prays that Aaron will want to be a part of their lives; he imagines that they could have a happy life together. Harry looks at Teddy, who has so much of Remus still in him, and even though he will not transform into a wolf, he still has a few wolf traits. Harry has battled with himself many times on whether he should blood adopt Teddy. But has decided against it. No matter what blood Teddy carries, he is and will always be his son. Teddy likes to change his appearance on occasion to look like a miniature version of Harry.

As much as Harry wants to spend every waking moment with his family, he still has a case to solve. Harry plans to use the time during the two days off he gave to his team to track down leads on the case while Teddy is visiting Disney. Harry’s biggest worry is that Theo will kill again. Harry wants to catch the bastard before he has a chance.

“Are you coming with us tomorrow?” Teddy yawns out, rubbing his sleepy little eyes.

“I’m sorry Moonlet, it will be just you and your grandmother. Promise me you will be a good little pup and listen to her.” Harry asks.

Teddy huffs, “I want you to go with us.” He whines, crossing his arms over his chest, a pout on his lips.

“I know Love, but I need to finish the job I came here to do.” Harry settles himself closer to Teddy on the bed and pulls him into his arms. “I promise when I’m finished with this case, I will take you anywhere you want to go.”

“Even if it’s to see Mickey Mouse again?” Teddy asks, bouncing excitedly.

Harry chuckles, “Yes, even if it is to see Mickey Mouse, again.” Harry tries to keep every promise he makes to Teddy. He tries to be the kind of father he believes James Potter would have been and the kind Severus is to him now. At times, his father can be a bit stifling but Harry treasures each and every moment with him. Harry caresses Teddy’s hair and hums to him until he falls asleep. Quietly, he leaves the room and makes his way to his own bedroom. Harry wants to call just to hear his voice but dares not do it because he might interrupt something important. Harry did not anticipate that he would become accustomed to seeing Aaron and hearing his voice so quickly. Not only that but Aaron's presence and voice balance him.

Harry walks into his room and begins to undress. A knock at the door stops his progress, he backtracks and opens the door shirtless. Bill is on the other side of the door, “Hey, can we talk?”

“Sure,” Harry says and steps aside, “this is new. Usually, you walk into my room, what's with the knocking and asking for permission?” Harry inquires in a joking matter but is somewhat confused.

“You’re right, it’s this case the goblins asked me to look into while I’m here. I’ve tracked the thieves to a warehouse in California. They are going to put the artifacts up for auction, but there is a catch. The warehouse is a BDSM club and for me to get in, I need a Sub.” He explains. While Bill is here to aid Harry by looking at the dark artifacts in the vaults they confiscated, the goblins are searching for valued artifacts that were stolen from one of their suppliers. Although Gringotts is the safest place to put your money and gold, there are wizards and witches who work for them that transport specialized artifacts. Three weeks ago, priceless artifacts belonging to the bank were stolen on the way to the bank. They ended up in the United States, it was only luck that Harry needed Bill’s help.

“Are you asking me to be your Sub, Bill?” Harry asks, batting his eyelashes.

Bill laughs, “Yeah, I am, you’re well trained. Besides, I need someone to watch my back, while I steal them back.” Bill stops and looks at Harry as if looking for something in particular. “Tell me about him,” Harry blushes from head to toe; with his golden complexion and his shirtless appearance, there is no denying it either. Bill walks over to Harry’s bed and lounges on it as if he belongs there. “He must be something special,” Bill remarks.

Harry sighs, then walks over to sit beside Bill and rests his head on the other man’s shoulder. “He’s,” Harry begins. Sighing, he finishes, “He’s different.” It is all Harry can say. He looks up at Bill hoping that he understands what he is trying to say. “I submitted to him the first time we were together when he was supposed to be a one-night stand.” Harry sees the look on Bill’s face and goes into his explanation of how he and Aaron met and what happened that night. How surprising it had been to walk into the FBI building and see Bruce from the night before, who turned out to be his counterpart on the case.

“Shite!” Bill exclaims softly.

“Yeah, that’s exactly how I felt when it happened. He has me in knots, Bill, literally and figuratively. When we are alone, I eagerly kneel at his feet. I’m willing even when we are alone at work. I’m nauseous when we are apart and it does not ease until I see him face to face. My magic is grounded when I’m around him, it does not feel wild and out of control. No one has ever been able to affect my magic like that before.”

“What about your wolf?” Bill asks him with genuine interest.

“My wolf wants to bite and claim him, whenever we are together. I have yet to decide if it is because Aaron could be my mate or I’m an Omega wolf ready to submit to any worthy Alpha.”

Bill says nothing for a few minutes, he pulls Harry into his arms. “I’m an Alpha, Harry, and as much as I would have loved to have seen you submit wholly to me, you refused. Your wolf rebelled and lashed out at me. I should feel jealous.” He says with a smile. “But I’m not. I think you have been waiting for the right person all this time, the one who can complete you fully. If anyone deserves someone to love it is you. Give you the things you need and desire. We knew from the beginning that our relationship was not based on intimacy but on mutual love and respect for each other. You are more my brother than anything else, Pup, and if you feel complete and safe with this guy, I say go for it.”

“I’m keeping so many secrets, Bill,” Harry gets up from the bed and walks over to the window, bracing his arms on the sill. “He has no clue who and what we are, hell, he does not even know that I have a son.” Harry rants then pauses to catch his breath before continuing, “Bill, I have blood on my hands, will he want me once he finds out the things I have done? What if he is really my mate? I’m still a target for Death Eaters, and Aaron is a muggle, and their view on the law is different from us. And what about Nott likely targeting Draco and me? What if I put him in more danger than his job already does? I don’t want him hurt because of me. Nott will die at the end of this case, I know he will. Will Aaron understand that?” Harry sighs, he knows for certain that he will be the one to take Nott’s life. Will Aaron be able to forgive me? I will not regret what I have to do. Nott must be stopped, at any cost.

Then there is the aspect of Death Eaters, who still want his head on a platter. “Then there are our jobs and living in different countries, would he be willing to leave his family and friends? Because I have to tell you, I have a feeling I would not be able to leave my family. If I had to choose between my family and Aaron, I would pick you guys any day of the week. I’m selfish that way; I need you guys around me. It’s why I don’t worry when I travel. Because I know I will have my family to go back to.”

Harry shakes his head as he realizes his next sentence is nothing but the truth. “Bill, I feel like I’m falling in love with him, and we’ve only known each other a couple of weeks.” Harry stops his rant and sighs. It feels wonderful sharing his fears with someone who understands where he is coming from. He can talk with Draco about certain things, but there is an aspect of his relationship with Bill that no one knows or understands. As his former Dominant, Bill will always tell Harry the truth and never what he thinks Harry wants to hear. “How is it I can submit to him sexually but I deliberately hold back telling him who I really am?”

“What’s the rush?” Bill asks. “Why are you panicking about telling him every single thing about you and stop focusing on what ifs. This is a new relationship, enjoy the newness of it. Stop worrying about things that may not even be an issue in the future. If this Aaron is not willing to accept you for who you are, then he is not the one for you.” Bill advises.

“Remember Pup, there is a reason he does not know about you being a wizard or what you’ve been through. You killed for those you love Harry, not for sport. You had a madman trying to kill you most of your life, you killed him before he had the chance kill you and destroy this world, simple as that. As for Teddy, you’ve always protected him from the men you sleep with, even those that know about him. This is nothing new for you. You’re a father, Harry, that’s what you do to protect your cub. You also are forgetting something. This Aaron guy is not a regular civilian; he works in law enforcement. He sees the same things you see every single day, maybe not the magical aspect but all the unspeakable things that people can do to each other. He can handle himself, Harry. Granted, he may be a muggle but he is not defenseless.” Bill always gives the best advice whenever Harry starts to doubt himself. “Aaron does not sound like the other idiots that want to get into your pants or marry you for your money. Give the guy some credit.” Bill finishes his point, then asks, “What about him, do you know everything about him?”

Harry shakes his head no, he realizes that each time they are together Aaron rushes home as he if he has someone there waiting for him. Not for the first time it crosses Harry’s mind that Aaron might have a wife and children at home and Harry is his thing on the side. “There’s no rush, Pup, you will tell this Aaron everything he needs to know about you in time. And if your relationship continues to develop, you will both figure it out. Your family will support you, Severus, begrudgingly, but he will be happy that you have finally found someone to love you.” Harry feels better after talking with Bill; he is right, there’s no hurry. It is not set in stone that he and Aaron are destined to be with each other. Yes, his wolf wants to claim and mate with the other man but there is nothing wrong with waiting to see where all of this goes.

“Listen, I have to go out for a few hours. I need to check on some leads before we go undercover to the warehouse. Think about what I said, and remember Pup, you can always come to me. No matter what, I’m here for you.” Harry walks Bill to the door, the taller man reaches down and kisses Harry on the forehead just as Severus walks by on the way to his room. His father says nothing but raises a brow at the intimate scene.

“Good evening, Mr. Weasley.” His father drawls.

“It most certainly is, Professor.” Bill clears his throat and looks Severus in the eyes.

Both men stare at each other and Harry looks between them but he cannot read the expression on either of their faces. They get along but for some reason lately his father acts strangely whenever Bill or Harry are around each other. His father leans down to kiss Harry on the cheek then bids him good night. Once his father is well out of hearing distance, Harry asks, “What the hell is going on with him lately?”

Bill looks at Harry in shock, “Are you kidding me? You have no idea?”

“No, I really don’t.”

“Harry, for years your father has had the assumption that we are sleeping together, even after we have repeatedly told him we are nothing but friends. When you are not working or with Draco, where are you? With me. We constantly touch each other. When I stay at the manor, I’m either in your room or you are in mine and now when he walks by I kiss you on the forehead and you are half naked. Do I need to spell it out any more for you?”

Harry stands there and stares at his friend. When will his family understand that he and Bill are just friends and that’s it? Harry points in the direction his father just left, “So, he keeps giving you the evil eye because he thinks you're taking advantage of me? He can’t seriously believe I’m still a virgin?”

“Harry, no parent wants to believe that their child is having sex, or doing more than holding hands while strolling through the park.”

“Bu-but he’s always pushing me to get married.” Stutters Harry.

“Get married yes, having sex no,” Bill tells him between chuckles. Harry shakes his head to Bill’s amusement. “Think about it this way, when Teddy starts dating you will be the one to give some lucky guy or girl the evil eye.” Harry’s left eye begins to twitch with the maddening thought that someday, sooner than he’d like, some idiot will think they have a chance to sweet talk his little Teddy into their bed. Hell will fucking freeze over first! “From your facial expression, I can see poor Teddy will not be allowed a social life.” Bill snickers. “You may even turn out worse than Severus! If he was a woman I would call him smother.” Bill says laughing. “And with that thought, I bid you goodnight.” Bill walks away from Harry’s door, leaving him to his thoughts of Teddy growing up and one day dating. I need to make sure I am wand ready to hex whoever comes knocking.

Bill better hope Father never finds out that he called him smother. Bill might burst into flames from the glare Father would send him. Or possibly Father would simply poison him with something to make him miserable but keep him alive. Harry chuckles, Smother fits Father perfectly. I need to remember to tell Draco, he’ll think it’s hilarious.

Harry closes the door and walks back into his room, he makes his way over to his private bathroom and sheds his pants. He looks down at the cock cage and prays that Aaron returns soon, the need to feel his Dom's hands on him makes him burn with desire. Harry admires himself in the mirror and admits that he is not bad looking. He waves over his left shoulder canceling the glamour he wears over his magical tattoo. A replica of the Gryffindor sword. The pommel of the sword begins from the blade of his shoulder, the guard wraps around the width of his arm, while the blade and the fuller extends to the length of his arm. The point is tattooed to give the illusion that it pierces the back of his hand, complete with red, splattered blood. If anyone looks closely at the blade and inside the fuller, they will see markings and names.

They are the names of those he lost during the war that were close to him. His parents, Sirius, Remus, Ron, Hermione, and Tonks are on the blade and the grooves of the fuller. In the splattered blood, Mad-Eye Moody, Dean, the Creevy brothers, Hagrid, and Albus Dumbledore are marked; they are the ones that willingly gave their lives to aid him in the war.

There are days Harry refuses to look at the names, but they remain as a reminder of their sacrifice each and every day. A green-scaled snake with silver eyes wraps and coils its body around the sword. The sword stands tall while the snake moves and twines his body around the sword. There are markings on the snake's skin that represent runes which enable Harry to use muggle technology. Every member of his team and their spouses and family members have a tattoo, which includes his fathers, Andromeda, and even Teddy. Each team member had chosen a tattoo that represents something personal to them. The sword and snake represent his personality, he finally accepted and understood what the Sorting Hat meant so long ago. He is both a Gryffindor and a Slytherin. At times, he is brave and fearless, willing to protect those he loves, and at other times when he needs to be, he is cunning, resourceful, and ambitious. Both sides of his personality come in handy on his job.

Harry continues to study himself in the mirror, he glides his fingers over his sensitive nipples, then over each line of his six-pack abs all the way down to his pelvic muscle. He runs his hands through his hair and realizes that it’s grown quite a bit longer in the past few weeks since he’s been in the States. Harry leans closer and examines his face, his skin is clear and his green eyes stand out like normal. He turns and looks at his arse in the mirror and glides his fingertips over his arse cheeks and purposely misses the crease as to not arouse himself any further. His cock twitches in its cage, but he ignores it. Harry smirks as he thinks about the naughty pictures he took earlier and sent to Aaron. He walks back into his room, retrieves his cell phone from his suit jacket. Opens the file and scans through the pictures while he chuckles; his punishment will be sweet when Aaron returns home.

I would not be a good Sub if I did not tempt my master into punishing me.

The first picture is of him on his knees, and his body positioned perfectly so that his cock hangs low still in the cock cage. With his legs spread wide, he used his fingers to pry his arse cheeks wide open, showing his quivering hole with a finger temptingly hovering over his hole as if he is going to insert it. Harry remembers biting his bottom lip then looking back at the right time for the camera to snap and take the picture. Harry reads the tag attached to the picture, “It’s yours if you want it.” He swipes to the next picture, to see him lying on his back legs bent and spread eagle. The tag boldly asks the question. “I need my hole filled, are you up for the job?” The next picture is of him on his knees, his head thrown back while he is facing the camera, his mouth opened and his tongue peeks out of his mouth touching the tip of the dildo as if he is about to suck it. The tag reads “Wishing it was yours.”

Harry snickers and sets his phone down, pleased as punch with himself that when Aaron looks at the pictures he will need to mask his reaction. Harry chuckles once more, if this does not get Aaron to fuck him into the mattress as soon he gets back, Harry will have to pull out something else from his bag of tricks. He grins to himself, thinking happily, my arse is going to be sore for days, at least, I hope so.
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