Okay, here's Part 2. I'll try and post the next installment next week.

Re: Shannon and Kelly – that was my original intent when I planned the crossover, unfortunately the season finale changed my plans. I'll see what I can do, though.

Re: Is Gibbs dead? Well, my answer to that would depend on why you're asking. If you're wondering if the gunshot was fatal, the answer is yes.

And, regarding the name – yes I did see that movie and the choice was deliberate:)

The first thing Gibbs noticed was the door. It stood attached to nothing across the tiled floor. From what Gibbs could tell, there were no walls, anywhere.

"Do not tell me I'm in another coma," he muttered.

"You're not in another coma," a voice came from behind him. Gibbs turned to see the dark-haired petty Officer, now dressed in a black suit and offering him a crooked smile.

"Well, this isn't the hospital, and I know I was shot," Gibbs replied. The man just shrugged and nodded in the direction of the door.

"This way."

Gibbs followed him into another room, this one surrounded by columns. An old man sat behind a judges' table at the far end of the room. The dark-haired man led Gibbs over until they were standing about 15 feet away from the judge, at which point they stopped. Gibbs could see the nameplate read "Judge Othniel."

"Mr. Jones!" The sound of the old man's voice seemed to echo and Gibbs jumped, slightly. "And Jethro Gibbs?"

"Yes, sir," Gibbs replied.

"Jethro…" Judge Othniel mused. "I've got an old friend here by that name. Well, actually, he was before my time, but we've become well-acquainted since then." There was something about the words that caused an uneasy feeling to form in the pit of Gibbs' gut.

"Your Honor, Mr. Gibbs was a faithful, Churchgoing man who served his country for 23 years – first as a Marine and then with the Naval Criminal Investigative Service," Mr. Jones said. Judge Othniel smiled.

"Ah, yes, NCIS. You briefly retired from there last year, didn't you?" the older man asked.

"Yes, Your Honor," Gibbs answered. In retrospect, it seemed pretty stupid to think that he could have ever lasted at retirement. He figured now that he'd be at NCIS until the day he—"

"Judge Othniel…from the Old Testament." Gibbs looked up at the older man. "Am I dead?"

"Well, on Earth at least. I believe your friend Ducky would clock it at 4:02." The judge gave him a little grin. "Just in case you wanted to ask."

Gibbs shook his head. "The gunshot," he said softly. Then his eyes lit up. "Shannon…Kelly. Do I get to see them?"

"Well, hold on just a moment," Judge Othniel looked over the edge of his glasses. "You had three divorces, as I recall?"

"All of which were the result of marital unfaithfulness," Mr. Jones quickly interjected."

"Yes." Judge Othniel looked thoughtful. "You also had something of a reputation for being slightly cocky, particularly in your Marine Corps days."

Gibbs winced. "Yes, sir," he admitted honestly. It was something he wasn't proud of, but he couldn't deny.

The judges' voice was soft. "In fact, your cockiness actually got another Marine killed. Your Company XO?"

Gibbs felt the color drain from his face as an image formed to the left of the judge. It showed Gibbs as a young gunnery sergeant, crouched behind a cement wall with Lt. Cameron, his Company XO.

"Gunny, I don't know about this," Lt. Cameron said.

"Sir, it's clear. I checked," the young gunny replied.

"But it wasn't clear, was it?" Othniel asked.

"No, it wasn't," Gibbs said quietly. "There was an Iraqi sniper team in the next building. They were behind the remains of a stairwell. I didn't check there because…" his voice trailed off.

"Because?" Othniel prodded.

"Because I'd checked it when I first went in," Gibbs admitted. "I checked behind the stairs, went up the other staircase and checked the upstairs, and when I didn't see anyone I ran back to the second staircase and out the door without checking the first stairs again."

"Even though it had been 10 minutes since you entered and you were back at the other end of the building?"

Gibbs nodded. "Yes."

"Tell me, Mr. Gibbs," Othniel inquired. "Did you think at all about checking the other stairwell a second time?"

"Yes," Gibbs said honestly. "I thought about it as I was exiting the building. But I reasoned that if there had been anyone they would have heard me leaving and made a move then. So I chose not to check a second time."

"You chose not to check a second time," Othniel repeated.

Gibbs nodded. "Yes, sir."

"And in fact, the snipers did hear you, and chose to bide their time in hopes of ambushing your whole team."

"Your Honor," Mr. Jones interjected. "The military inquiry cleared my client of any responsibility because, as he said, it would have been logical that the team would have heard him when he ran down the stairs."

"Mr. Jones," Othniel said with a tolerant smile. "You know as well as I do that the legal standards on Earth are different than ours."

"Then, Your Honor, I would like to enter into evidence Jethro Gibbs' own words from three years ago," Mr. Jones requested.

"You mean, these words?" Another image appeared next to Othniel. Gibbs, in a warehouse, arguing with Colonel Will Ryan, he and Lt. Cameron's former CO.

"Trust you! You mean like the Lieutenant trusted you?" Col. Ryan asked. "Or have you forgotten Lt. Cameron?"

"No, sir!" Gibbs' response was immediate and full of emotion. "No I have not forgotten him. I think about him every night!"

"I remember those words too, Mr. Jones," Othniel said. "And that's why, I have decided to order a Life Sentence."

Mr. Jones smiled broadly, but Gibbs looked at the judge in confusion. "I'm sorry?" he asked.

"You will have three days, and three days only," Othniel said firmly. "You will go back with all your memories intact. No one will recognize you. You are a free agent in the universe, with the blessing of God Almighty…" Othniel slammed his gavel. "And His court!"

OOOOOOOOOO

"Commander Worth!" The young officer had to scream to be heard over the sound of the helicopter blades. "Commander Worth!"

With a start, Gibbs realized the man was talking to him. "What?"

"We should be landing in a couple of minutes, sir!"

"Thank you, but my name isn't Commander Worth!" Gibbs yelled back.

"It's what your nametag says, sir!" the young man replied.

"Name tag?" Gibbs looked down at the engraved tag on the front of his khakis. Sure enough, it read, "Commander Taylor Worth." He looked up again and caught sight of Mr. Jones' grin. Gibbs sighed.

"Never mind – I misheard you!" he shouted. The young Marine nodded.

Gibbs looked over at the angel, who was dressed in a black suit. He didn't even want to know the excuse Jones had used to get on the flight. Instead, he pointed to his own outfit.

"This is a Navy JAG uniform!" Gibbs said. Jones nodded. "Is this some kind of joke?"

"No. You're out here on a JAGMAN investigation."

"JAGMAN investigation?" Gibbs stared at him. "You've got to be kidding!"

"Nope. But if I were you, I'd save the rest of your questions till later," Jones warned him.

Gibbs frowned. "Why?"

"Because, when I wear this suit, you're the only one who can see or hear me!"

Gibbs turned back to see the Marine on his other side giving him a strange look. He groaned.

This was going to be an interesting three days.