"Look, I don't have it on me," Harry pleaded with the guard. "But let me out and I'll get it right away. I'm a lawyer, man, I'm rolling in it."

"Hey, pal, no cash, no bail, no leaving."

"But I'm telling you – " Harry began. "Gibbs?"

Gibbs walked straight to the cell, ignoring the policewoman who had accompanied him. Speaking directly to Harry, he did not mince words. "Ford, I don't like you."

"Oh, gee, thanks," Harry bit off. Had he come all the way down here to say that?

"I'm not finished. You're a cocky, arrogant bastard."

"Hey, look, I don't need – "

"But," Gibbs continued as if he hadn't heard. "I believe you."

"You do?" Harry asked incredulously. "Why? I don't even believe me."

"Long story. Come on, let's get you out of here."

The policewoman stepped out of the shadows where she had been chatting with the guard and produced a key ring.

"Mr. Gibbs here has posted bail and agreed to keep an eye on you until your trial. You are not to leave the area, understood?"

Harry nodded. He didn't want to leave the area; he just wanted his life back.

"So, where're we going?" he asked Gibbs.

"My place. But first you have some explaining to do."

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"I thought we'd already been over this," Harry said over his coffee mug. The three agents blinked back at him.

"Yeah, but this time I want details. Things you don't even think are important," Gibbs pressed, the investigator taking over.

"Okay. Where I come from, you guys are the stars of a TV show called 'Navy NCIS'."

"Isn't that a little redundant?" Tony asked.

"I guess. Now, I'm not real familiar with it. My sister made me watch once or twice. She absolutely adores you," he said to Gibbs. "Or rather, the actor who plays you. His name is Mark Harmon."

"This is too weird," Tony muttered. Truth be told, he still thought Harry was crazy but Gibbs believed him and Gibbs was never wrong.

"You're telling me," Harry snorted. "Anyway. I came home Tuesday night and flipped on the TV. I think your show was on; I'm not sure. I listened to my messages, one from work and one from my sister, and fell asleep on the couch. I woke up in excruciating pain and then passed out. When I came to, I was on the park bench," Harry finished and looked up as if expecting the answer to be written on their faces.

"When you woke up the first time," Gibbs frowned, trying to figure it out. "Do you remember anything else?"

Harry thought. "I think...maybe there were sparks, by the TV. And my feet were wet; I remember that."

"Your feet were wet?"

"Yeah," Harry recalled. "It was raining out and water had gotten in my shoes. My feet were soaked and so was the floor."

"Was it just raining?"

"No...there was thunder and lightning, too."

"The pain you felt: Was it like anything you've felt before?" Harry could see that Gibbs had figured it out and was testing his theory.

"Not really. I guess the closest thing would be when I stuck a fork in the wall socket. But this was a million times worse."

"You stuck a fork in the wall socket?" Kate asked.

"I was nine," Harry explained. "Trying to sucker my little brother into doing it. I accidentally stuck it in too far."

Kate struggled not to smile. Harry shrugged. "You can laugh. It was a long time ago." She did, and he smiled at her. Gibbs' eyes narrowed.

"So, Ford, you've mentioned a brother and a sister. Names and ages?"

"My brother Ryan is 27 and my sister Amy is 20. She was a bit of a surprise," he added.

"Parents?"

"Tom and Elyse Ford."

"Kate?" Gibbs directed.

"On it," she answered, gathering her things to leave. "Nice seeing you again, Harry."

Harry smiled and waved. Gibbs cleared his throat. "Kate'll call them up. See if you ever existed here. If this really is some kind of..." Gibbs searched for the word.

"Alternate universe?" Tony supplied.

"Right. Then you may have existed here at one time."

"So, I could be dead? Is that what you mean?"

Gibbs thought a moment, then nodded. "Yeah."

Harry sighed. Something suddenly struck him. "Hey, Gibbs. You don't seem like the kind of guy who believes in alternate universes and that kind of stuff. Why do you believe me?"

"DiNozzo, get me some coffee."

"But, boss, you already have – "

"Now, DiNozzo!" Gibbs barked. Leaning in towards Harry, he lowered his voice conspiratorially. "Ford, you're a lot like me. We don't take crap from people; we don't believe anything unless we've got proof. Funny thing is, it's guys like us who unbelievable things happen to. Let's just say, I've learned to believe the unbelievable."