"You'll sleep here," Gibbs said, pointing out the master bedroom.
"Er, okay," Harry agreed hesitantly. "Where will you be?"
"In the basement." Gibbs offered no additional explanation.
"Say, Gibbs, can I ask you a question?"
"You just did."
"Is Kate, y'know, available?"
Gibbs paused, sizing Harry up. "Yeah. Why?"
"Well, she is good-looking. Smart, too. I dunno," Harry shrugged. "I thought maybe..."
"A word of advice, Ford," Gibbs growled. "Kate doesn't go in for guys like us. Addicted to our jobs, arrogant bastards; she deserves better. Understand?"
Harry thought the 'advice' sounded a bit more like an order, but he understood perfectly: Gibbs was a pro at masking his feelings. If not for that little outburst, Harry never would have guessed...He decided to change the subject.
"So, what's your theory on how I got here?"
"You haven't figured it out yet?"
"I've got several ideas. I just wanted to know what you thought," Harry said defensively.
"Lightning," Gibbs provided. "Though beyond that..."
"Wouldn't lightning've killed me?"
"Not necessarily. Although that might explain this a little better."
"What, this is the afterlife?" Harry scoffed.
"I hope not," Gibbs snorted. "No, I meant you could be dying and this is your final..." Gibbs trailed off, suddenly realizing what he was saying.
"Hallucination? I read a book like that once."
"Just a theory. On the other hand, you could actually have been transported to a – " Gibbs stopped himself. "You know what? Maybe we're both crazy."
Gibbs' cell buzzed just then, interrupting the strange conversation.
"Gibbs...Took you long enough...Mhm...Interesting...Okay. Thanks, Kate. Good work." Flipping the phone closed, Gibbs looked carefully at Harry.
"Well?" Harry said impatiently.
"Kate contacted your parents. Asked them if they had a son named Harrison. They got very upset and it took Kate a while to get the information. Apparently, about thirty years ago, Mrs. Ford was pregnant with a boy they were going to name Harrison. She miscarried."
Harry's eyes widened and he ran a hand through his hair. "So you were right. I am dead here. This just gets weirder and weirder."
"Er, okay," Harry agreed hesitantly. "Where will you be?"
"In the basement." Gibbs offered no additional explanation.
"Say, Gibbs, can I ask you a question?"
"You just did."
"Is Kate, y'know, available?"
Gibbs paused, sizing Harry up. "Yeah. Why?"
"Well, she is good-looking. Smart, too. I dunno," Harry shrugged. "I thought maybe..."
"A word of advice, Ford," Gibbs growled. "Kate doesn't go in for guys like us. Addicted to our jobs, arrogant bastards; she deserves better. Understand?"
Harry thought the 'advice' sounded a bit more like an order, but he understood perfectly: Gibbs was a pro at masking his feelings. If not for that little outburst, Harry never would have guessed...He decided to change the subject.
"So, what's your theory on how I got here?"
"You haven't figured it out yet?"
"I've got several ideas. I just wanted to know what you thought," Harry said defensively.
"Lightning," Gibbs provided. "Though beyond that..."
"Wouldn't lightning've killed me?"
"Not necessarily. Although that might explain this a little better."
"What, this is the afterlife?" Harry scoffed.
"I hope not," Gibbs snorted. "No, I meant you could be dying and this is your final..." Gibbs trailed off, suddenly realizing what he was saying.
"Hallucination? I read a book like that once."
"Just a theory. On the other hand, you could actually have been transported to a – " Gibbs stopped himself. "You know what? Maybe we're both crazy."
Gibbs' cell buzzed just then, interrupting the strange conversation.
"Gibbs...Took you long enough...Mhm...Interesting...Okay. Thanks, Kate. Good work." Flipping the phone closed, Gibbs looked carefully at Harry.
"Well?" Harry said impatiently.
"Kate contacted your parents. Asked them if they had a son named Harrison. They got very upset and it took Kate a while to get the information. Apparently, about thirty years ago, Mrs. Ford was pregnant with a boy they were going to name Harrison. She miscarried."
Harry's eyes widened and he ran a hand through his hair. "So you were right. I am dead here. This just gets weirder and weirder."