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Hello everyone! Here we are back again with another fanfiction. This time with the TV show The Closer. If you haven't seen it, I highly recommend that you do so. Here's the story. Enjoy!

Chapter One

Los Angeles, California

July 20th, 2007

The Quidditch world cup was taking place in the United States and Hermione would have paid good money not to be there at that moment. But that wasn't to be, as she received a phone call in the middle of the night.

"Hermione! You have to come to Los Angeles!" Ron told her, sounding panicked. "Someone broke into the house…"

"Harry and the others?" she asked, now sounding upset.

"They're fine," he assured her. "But the man that broke in…he's dead! Hermione, they think I did it!"

And so she pulled herself together, she just barely managed to get a fast flight over from New York to Los Angeles by calling in favors. The last thing she wanted or needed to do was explain how she got to Los Angeles so quickly. She arrived at the house that the family was staying at to find the majority of them standing outside with Harry looking furious as he was glaring at a Hispanic man. She rushed over to him, taking him by his arm. He yanked it away from her only to have her pointing her finger at her best friend.

"Don't even start with that attitude with me, Harry James Potter," she hissed at him, taking him by his arm once more. Turning to the officer, she said, "We'll be back."

"Looking forward to it already, Ma'am," he said, looking like he was snickering as she dragged Harry away.

Once they were outside on the sidewalk, she let go of his arm. "What the bloody hell happened?"

"I don't know," he said, sounding tired and more than a bit fed up.

"Okay, tell me everything that happened from the beginning of yesterday to now," she told him. "Leave nothing out." When he opened his mouth to speak, she said, "Stop." She turned to face a silver haired older man looking around the corner at them. She went over and said, "I am representing the members of this household as a solicitor, Detective. I would appreciate a bit of privacy. Where may I speak to the individuals close by and I won't be disrupting your work where we can attain this expectation of privacy?"

Clearing his throat, he said, "You can go into one of the police vehicles…"

"And you expect me to believe that we would have privacy in a police vehicle?" He shrugged at that, but said nothing. "We are going to be speaking right over there." She pointed to across the street. "I have an expectation of privacy and yes, I will sue if it is not upheld." She started to cross the street, nodding to Harry to follow her.

Once they crossed the street, she pulled him around the corner so that they were out of sight of everyone at the house.

"Okay," she said quietly. "From the beginning, what happened?"

He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Harry raked his hair out of his face saying, "Yesterday was the game between Scotland verses the United States. It was a good game. Scotland won. They caught the snitch…"

"That wasn't what I asked you," she said. "Tell me what happened from the beginning of the day yesterday to now."

"The day started normally," he told her. "We got up early to be able to get some sightseeing in. The kids wanted to see City Walk, but we wouldn't have enough time before the game so it was decided at breakfast that we were going to go to Universal City if the game didn't run too long."

"What happened at the game?" she asked.

"It was like I said, Scotland won," he repeated. "They caught the snitch pretty early on in the game, meaning that we had more than enough time to go to City Walk. They have a place called the Magic Castle!"

"So I heard," she murmured, cutting him off. "What happened next?"

"It wasn't real magic, so the children were a bit disappointed with that," he sighed, sounding dejected.

"Oh yes, it was they who were disappointed in that," Hermione said dryly. "Was Ronald with you?"

He seemed to be thinking that over, but was taking too long to answer.

"He and I are never getting back together," she said. "Just tell me what he did."

Rolling his eyes, he said, "He met a quidditch groupie and took off when we were at City Walk." Harry studied her a moment. "You really aren't going to give it another go?"

Her eyes went harder. "No." She thought over what she was told so far. "When did you arrive back at the house?"

"Around eight last night," he said. "Ron didn't come back home until three in the morning. He crashed out on the lounge downstairs."

"You saw him when he came in?" she pressed.

"Yes, I heard the noise—shite, he made enough of a racket to wake the dead! Anyway, I went down to see what it was and he was already asleep on the pullout bed. I locked up the house and went back to bed…"

"In other words, it's a muggle household?" she asked.

"Very much so," he muttered. "It's been interesting trying to get accustomed to doing everything by…" He stopped speaking. "But that wasn't what you were speaking about, was it?"

"No," she said absently. "Anyone could have gotten into the house without the wards to keep them out." She turned to face him, asking him, "If that's the case, who wanted into the house so badly that they would break in and who followed him in and killed him?"

"Merlin, what a mess," Harry breathed.

"Oh Harry," she sighed. "You don't even know the half of it."

Frowning he asked, "What do you mean?"

Her hard brown eyes looked over to him. "It's a high profile murder investigation, which is why the Priority Homicide Squad is in charge of investigating it. They're considered to be the best at the work within the Muggle community. The keyword being muggle." She moved so that she was closer to him. "They are the type that don't give up. They look for answers and they find them. And from what I was able to find out Deputy Chief Johnson is the best at her job. What do you think is going to happen the moment that they look into our little group, Harry?"

His face fell into his hand. "The Statute of Secrecy…"

"Exactly, but you're in luck. In the matters of an international murder investigation the matter falls into the hands of the Department of Mysteries," she told him, opening her purse. "I have been assigned this case. That doesn't mean that they will stop investigating this murder. It doesn't work that way." She pulled out her MI6 badge, holding it close by her side. "They would fight tooth and nail to keep the case." She studied him. "So you better damn well tell me everything before I flash this badge towards the people currently watching us through the video camera from the upstairs of your vacation home."

He blanched. "There's nothing more!"

"You swear?"

"I swear!" he exclaimed. "When did you get to be so angry?"

Pursing her lips, she asked him, "When you last attempted to get Ron and I back together three months ago, do you recall exactly what you did?"

He cringed. "Hermione…"

"Don't," she hissed at him. "You had me arrested in front of my entire department. I was utterly humiliated so you could have your happy ending, while I would be stuck with a cheating arse!" Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly. "I wouldn't put a blasted thing past your idiocy." She turned and held up her badge, turning it so that she was flashing her ID to them. "If this is a ruse, I am so throwing you under the bus."

TBC…

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