A/n – A different start to this scenario, just for the hell of it. Last of the scenarios. Roll on season 13!

Autopsy

With a heavy heart, he stood looking down at the pummeled corpse of Agent Ned Dorneget.

"How'd we get here, Ned? Terrorists using kids, talking to them in their bedrooms at night while their parents are in the room next door," Gibbs asked in sorrowfully.

"Come on, Gunny. Kids have been fighting wars for centuries. World wars, religious wars, we send in the young to fix our ego-driven mistakes," Mike Franks gravelly voice reminded Gibbs as he approached him.

Gibbs turned to face the ghost of his former boss.

"Why are you here? Why? Seriously Mike, why? Why did I see you, Kate, Jenny, Pache out by the plane, huh? What do you want?"

"What do you want? People count on you, always have," Mike retorted.

"I never asked for that," Gibbs told him angrily.

"For every one you lost, how many have you saved? " Franks asked.

"I haven't saved enough."

"What about yourself? Who's gonna save you?" Mike asked solemnly.

A short after his conversation in autopsy, Gibbs found Joanna Teague in a trailer torturing Sadiq Samar for information about The Calling. He was so mad at her tactics but she had managed to get the information that they needed. As a result of that intelligence, they soon found themselves on the streets of Zahko.

Zahko, Iraq.

"Agent Gibbs."

Gibbs turned to see young Luke Harris looking up at him. In that instant, the bustling market place melted away and it was just him and Luke. For an instant they locked eyes. Gibbs saw something change in the boy's eyes and sensed the kid was about to do something unimaginable. He had seen that look before, very recently, on another kid, Brad Simek, right before he blew himself up in a bus.

Luke slowly and calmly raised his arm. Gibbs reached for his weapon but he was a fraction too slow. Luke had his weapon aimed at him and the first shot rang out. The impact of the first bullet took Gibbs' left leg from under him as it struck below his knee. He cried out in pain as he fell face first to the ground.

In survival mode, despite his pain, he managed to get to his knees and was attempting to stand. Shocked, he caught Luke's eyes once more and could see that the child was intent on his mission. Gibbs was thrown backwards as the second bullet struck him high in his chest. He landed on his back and lay winded and grievously wounded on the sandy ground, unable to believe that the young lad he had tried to help had shot him.

As the boy calmly walked away he stole a quick glance at his victim. A look of satisfaction crossed his face having completed his mission. Gibbs lay on his back and knew he was fading. He battled as long as he could before allowing his eyes to close and he succumbed to the darkness.

George Washington University Hospital, D.C.

Gibbs woke with a start. Immediately his head ached and he quickly closed his eyes again to protect them from the white burning light. The unmistakable smell of hospital disinfectant alerted him to where he was.

"Gibbs!" a familiar voice cried from his right hand side.

He tried to open his eyes again, this time more slowly to allow them to adjust to the light. He recognized his beloved Abby standing over him.

"Gibbs," she said, this time more sedate. "Do you know who I am?" she asked, noticing the confused look on his face.

"Hey, Abs," he said softly. "Of course I do."

"Thank, God," she said, leaning down and kissing his forehead. "We thought you might have amnesia again and that would have really sucked."

"What? What are you doing here, Abs?" he asked, sounding mystified.

"You were hurt, Gibbs. I wasn't going to stay at work knowing you needed me," she told him.

"How did you get here?" he asked.

"I took a cab," she replied, her confused expression now matching his.

"A cab? To Iraq?" he asked, totally flummoxed by now.

"Iraq? Eh, no. Gibbs, where do you think we are?" she asked, getting worried by his confusion and growing agitation.

"Zahko, Iraq," Gibbs snapped but sensed by Abby's reaction that he was not making any sense to her.

"Gibbs, you're in GW, in the good old U S of A. You took a nasty knock to the head when the bus exploded," she told him.

"What? I don't understand," Gibbs said, feeling bewildered.

Ducky arrived into the room as Gibbs voice raised.

"What on earth is going on in here?" he asked as he entered.

"That's what I'd like to know," Gibbs said as he attempted to sit up straighter in the bed. The suddenness of the movement caused his world to tilt and he recognized the effects of a severe concussion. He felt nauseous and tried to conceal it.

"You're suffering the effects of another head injury, Jethro. I have to admit I was worried when you remained unconscious for so long that this time it might be …..well, never mind. Let's just say, it is good to see you awake," Ducky told him as he raised the back of the bed so Gibbs could sit more comfortably. He then handed him a kidney dish in case he needed it.

Gibbs took a deep breath to quell the nausea.

"What is the last thing you remember?" Ducky asked him.

"Eh, Luke Harris. He shot me," Gibbs told him.

"Jethro, you haven't been shot and i'm not sure who Luke Harris is. You have, however, been unconscious for the last six hours," Ducky told him. "And you have a nasty gash under your eye. You were lucky, you could have been blinded in that eye."

"Six hours? I don't understand. How did I end up here again?" he asked.

"You were trying to stop Bradley Simek from detonating a bomb on a city bus. You tried to talk him down, but he detonated it anyway. Tony said you were in the doorway and were blown by the force of the blast. You were cut by flying debris and struck the back of your head on the sidewalk," Ducky told him placing his fingers gently on the golf ball sized lump on the back of Gibbs' skull.

Gibbs flinched at the pain of his touch and brought his own hand up to feel the lump as if to confirm what he knew was there.

"So, we didn't travel to Iraq?" Gibbs asked.

"Eh, no," Abby replied. "Not in the last couple of years."

"And Ned?"

"Ned? Dorneget?" Abby asked.

"Yes," he snapped. "Is he okay?"

"As far as I know. He's helping McGee run down who Simek was in contact with over the last few months," Abby told him. "Why?"

"He was…I thought… he was dead," Gibbs stammered.

"Dead? Gibbs, don't even think it. What kind of a dream did you have?" she asked.

"A dream. It was just a bad dream," Gibbs muttered, sounding relieved as he attempted to reassure himself.

He threw the sheets back from over his bare legs and began to get out of the bed before two strong hands stopped him.

"Where do you think you're going?" Ducky asked crossly as he stepped in front of him and blocked his way.

"Back to work," Gibbs replied.

"I don't think so, Jethro. Your confusion is concerning me. You're not going anywhere until you undergo a CT scan," Ducky told him.

"I'm fine, Duck," Gibbs insisted.

"Yes, well your version of fine greatly differs from mine. Back in bed now or I will have you sedated," Ducky threatened.

Gibbs glared at him angrily. He hated being bested, but thanks to his futile attempt at getting up and the lopsided room he was looking at, he realized that he was not in any condition to return to work, just yet.

Ducky was right. He would have to wait a few hours at least. He lay back down on the pillow and Abby brought the sheet over his legs again.

"Rest, please Jethro," Ducky said, hoping his friend would heed him.

"What's happening with the case?" Gibbs asked Abby after Ducky had left.

"Tony and Bishop interviewed Sara Goode in prison," Abby told him.

"Sara Goode?" Gibbs asked. "Why? What has she got to do with this case?"

"Ducky linked some tattoos to a member of her group. Long story. Anyway, she mentioned another group who go by the name of The Calling. They are linked to the same group as her cell was," she told him.

Abby noticed Gibbs' expression change when she mentioned The Calling. It was obvious to her that he recognized the name. But how? Maybe he had heard it in the office or somewhere, but then she realized that they had only found out this information a couple of hours ago, while he was unconscious. He looked slightly perplexed but she continued on talking to him.

"I got a text from McGee earlier. Vance has asked him and Dorneget to represent NCIS at an Interpol conference in Cairo. He's a bit peeved to be taken off the case, but excited to be going to Egypt," Abby told him.

Cairo. Gibbs' face dropped. He looked troubled. Abby noticed immediately.

"Gibbs, what's wrong?" she asked.

"Did you say Cairo?" Gibbs asked, suddenly feeling nauseous again.

"Eh, yes," Abby replied. "Are you okay?"

Gibbs wasn't sure whether to say something in case she thought he was nuts. Hell, he thought he was nuts, but this was Abby. If anyone would understand, she would.

"Talk to me, Gibbs."

"They can't go to Cairo, Abs. You have to stop them," Gibbs told her, grabbing her hand to get the point across.

"I can't, Gibbs. They're already in the air," she told him, confused by his sudden change in demeanor.

"Get me Vance. I've got to warn them," Gibbs demanded.

"Warn them? About what? Gibbs, you're scaring me," Abby told him.

"Abby, you're going to think I'm crazy, but Ned was killed...I mean, will be killed in Cairo," Gibbs told her nervously.

"Don't be ridiculous, Gibbs. How could you know that? I mean...oh, hold on a minute. You thought he was dead when you woke up. You dreamed he had been killed, didn't you?" she asked.

Gibbs nodded, unable to hide the look of fear on his face. Abby stood up and leaned over and hugged him.

"It's okay, Gibbs. It was just a dream," Abby reassured him.

He was disappointed. Of course, she didn't believe him. Why would she? It sounded preposterous. Just because he dreamed it, didn't mean it was going to happen but it felt so real. What if it does happen and he does nothing to try and stop it? That would be so much worse than a little embarrassment now.

"S mines," he blurted out, catching her off guard.

"What?"

"S Mines," he repeated.

"How did you know about the mines? Tony only got information about The Calling trying to secure Bouncing Bettys an hour ago," she told him.

"Abs, in my dream, Ned is killed by a Bouncing Betty in his hotel," Gibbs explained becoming more agitated. "Please, Abby, you've got to warn them."

Abby was very worried at this stage. Firstly, Gibbs said please which was so unlike him. Secondly, she feared he was suffering from side effects of his head injury. She looked into his eyes and could see an intensity that he truly believed what he was saying, or maybe it could be that his pupils were just dilated. She couldn't tell either way but she really wanted to help him.

"Okay, I'll do what I can. Don't worry, Gibbs. I'll get hold of McGee," Abby promised. "I'm going to make a call right now."

Gibbs thanked her and lay his head back against the pillow and tried to slow his breathing down. His heart was pounding in his chest, his gut clenching. His fear was very real.

When Abby left the room, she quickly found Ducky who was waiting for her at the nurse's station and told him everything that Gibbs had told her. Ducky was greatly concerned. Medically Gibbs would recover from his injuries from the blast, but his concerns were more from a psychological stand point. Ducky decided that he needed to rest and the only way he would do that was if he was sedated.

However, before doing anything, he told Abby to get hold of McGee and Dorneget and warn them of a potential attack on their hotel. Best to err on the side of caution, he believed. She left a message on McGee's phone and sent an email knowing that he would probably get it while still in the air. Meanwhile, Ducky returned to Gibbs' room and was accompanied by a nurse. She smiled sweetly at Gibbs and took his blood pressure which was higher than it should be.

"I really gotta get out of here, Duck," Gibbs said, pleading to his old friend.

The nurse discreetly injected something into his IV. Ducky shook his head.

"Not for another few hours at least, Jethro. Tina has just given you something to relax you," he told him.

"No, Duck...I have to...," Gibbs started to say as the drugs began to take effect. "Bombs...in pots...Ned."

"It's fast acting, Jethro. Don't fight it," Ducky advised, startled at how little sense his friend was making.

Gibbs eyes were wide with fear as he battled the effects of the Propofol. His eyes quickly slid closed and his body relaxed and he was under. Ducky had arranged that while he was sedated for him to undergo a CT scan. Tony called Ducky while Gibbs was having the scan.

"How's the boss doing?" he asked.

"I'm worried for him, Anthony. He wasn't making much sense before he was sedated," he told him. "We'll know more when we get the CT results."

"I heard. Abby was upset when she got back here," he told him. "Something about warning McGee and Dornie. They'll be fine. Wining and dining and geeking it out in Cairo, they're in nerd heaven. We'll be the ones doing the hard work over here."

"I hope so, Anthony."

Because of his concern for his friend, Ducky remained at the hospital with Gibbs. The result of the CT showed some swelling in the parietal lobe of Gibbs' brain, but nothing of great concern. There was no fracture or sub-dural bleeding, nothing to medically explain Gibbs' agitation. He remained sedated through that night and into the next morning. Ducky stayed throughout the night as the rest of Gibbs' team worked their case.

McGee called Abby as soon as he landed in Cairo. It was 10am in Egypt so it was the early hours of the morning in Washington. Despite the ungodly hour, Abby was thrilled to hear from McGee.

"I got your email and your message, Abs. What's going on? Do you have new intel?" McGee asked.

"Not exactly," Abby told him and proceeded to tell him everything Gibbs told her.

McGee, ever tactful, tried to reason with her.

"Abby, Gibbs was blown up...again," Tim reminded her. "He's probably just confused."

"He knew stuff, McGee. No one told him about the "S" mines or The Calling but he knew that stuff. I can't figure out how. I know it sounds ridiculous, but please, McGee, be extra careful," she pleaded.

"Okay, if it makes you feel better," he said relenting. "We'll be careful."

A few hours later, DiNozzo was called to MTAC by the Director. The screens in front of him showed panicked scenes of carnage and destruction.

"What are we looking at?" Tony asked.

"The International Hotel, Cairo," Vance replied.

Tony's stomach flipped and he thought of McGee and Dorneget. He tried to remain professional in front of his director.

"Casualties?"

"Four dead, a dozen more injured," he replied. "Could have been worse. It looks like the bombs detonated before they were supposed to. The conference wasn't due to start for a couple of hours."

Next thing, McGee's face was on the screen in front of them.

"What can you tell us, McGee?" Vance asked.

"Director, Tony," McGee said, acknowledging them. "A series of "S" mines detonated at the front of the hotel. Security footage shows they were planted in, well, in plant pots. Not sure what tripped them but the deceased were hotel staff who were setting up for the conference. Gibbs was right."

"What did you say?" Vance asked, confused by his last comment.

"Gibbs predicted this attack. Abby called to warn us," he told him. "I don't know how to explain it, but because of his warning, Dorneget and I decided to stay at another hotel."

"Agent Gibbs predicted this? How? I thought he was in hospital," Vance asked.

"He is. He wasn't himself, acting a little weird so Ducky sedated him," Tony told him.

"Sedated? Well wake him up because I want to know how he knew this was coming," Vance said crossly. "Now."

A tense car ride across the city later, DiNozzo and Vance arrived at GW University Hospital where Gibbs was being treated. Ducky met them in the corridor and attempted to halt Vance's march.

"He's only waking up. He doesn't know yet what has happened. You need to tread lightly, Director," Ducky warned. "Give him a chance."

"Look, Doctor, I realize that you need to protect your patient, but he knew about a terrorist attack before it happened. I want to know how," Vance demanded.

"Honestly, Director, I don't think he knows how," Ducky explained. "From my discussion with Ms. Sciuto, he had some form of dream while unconscious during which Ned Dorneget was killed in an explosion in Cairo. It was so far-fetched I was reluctant to tell anyone. I feared he was experiencing some form of brain injury. As it happens, he wasn't," Dr. Mallard informed him.

"That's good to know, Doctor. However, I still need to talk to him," Vance said, brushing past the doctor and heading straight for Gibbs' room.

Tony trotted after him. Gibbs was lying back resting, but propped up in a seated position, looking rather drowsy but awake. He turned when he saw his visitors.

"Director," he said, his eyes jumping from Ducky to Tony to Vance. "What?" he asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.

"There was an attack," Vance told him. "In Cairo."

Gibbs closed his eyes and sighed and brought his right hand up to his forehead, fearing the worst. He opened his eyes and looked straight at Vance.

"Dorneget?"

"Agents Dorneget and McGee are fine, Agent Gibbs. They listened to Ms. Sciuto's warning," Vance told him. "Or should I say your warning?"

"Casualties?" Gibbs asked.

"Four hotel employees and several injuries," Vance informed him.

"Could have been worse," Gibbs told him.

"Could have been worse? Is that all you have to say? Gibbs, you knew this was going to happen. Care to tell me how?" he asked.

"Hell, Leon, I don't know how," Gibbs snapped.

He was embarrassed. He wasn't this sort of guy. If someone walked into the office and told him something was going to happen because they saw it in a dream, he would think they were cuckoo. He was pretty sure his Director was thinking the same thing.

"Ducky, where are my clothes?" Gibbs demanded. "I need to get back to work."

"I'm not sure you've been cleared for duty yet," Vance told him, turning to Ducky for backup.

"I feel fine, even after Ducky drugging me," he said, glaring at Ducky.

"I was concerned, Jethro," Ducky explained with exasperation.

"I'm leaving this place, with or without my clothes," he threatened.

"Eh, no need to do that boss," Tony piped up. "None of us need to see that. Ducky, get the man his pants."

Ninety minutes later, Gibbs was back in the office and giving orders. Bishop and DiNozzo were quickly back to work. Ducky returned to autopsy and Vance to his office.

"Tony, crowd pictures after the bus blast," he said, looking to his senior agent.

"On it, Boss," Tony said, scrambling behind his desk and locating the memory card from his camera.

He loaded it to the computer system and within a minute had the photos up on the plasma. He flicked through them until Gibbs told him to stop. There among the onlookers was a teenage boy, small in stature and watching the going's on closely.

"There," Gibbs said with satisfaction.

"The kid?" Bishop asked.

"Yeah, that's him."

"Who?" Bishop wondered.

"Luke Harris," Gibbs replied, getting a chill down his spine.

"You know him, Boss?" Tony asked.

"Sort of," he replied cryptically. "Bring him in."

Bishop and DiNozzo looked at each other with raised eyebrows. Tony was the only one brave enough to question Gibbs.

"On what grounds, Boss?"

"Membership of The Calling," Gibbs replied.

"What? We have no evidence of that," Bishop reminded him. "We don't even know who he is. We can't just arrest a kid for no reason."

Gibbs spun around and glared at her. He wanted to yell, but deep down knew she was right.

"Well, find one!" he snapped before storming towards the rest room.

He entered and stood at the wash basins. He looked in the mirror momentarily then leaned on the edge of the basins and took a few deep breaths, partly to calm himself and partly to quell the spell of nausea. He was still concussed. He knew the signs. He splashed some cold water on his face which helped a little and then feeling better, went down to pay Abby a visit. Hopefully she had some leads for him.

Needless to say Abby was thrilled to see him back at work. She hugged him affectionately before taking hold of both his shoulders and pushing him back slightly.

"You look terrible," she blurted out. "When I say terrible, I mean not bad for someone who was recently blown up but not good for...well for you. Are you sure you should be here?"

"I'm fine, Abs," Gibbs insisted. "What've you got for me?"

She got down to business, explaining to Gibbs the details of the explosives used in the bus bombing before going into details of Simek's online history and background. Gibbs asked her to cross reference Simek with Luke Harris. She did a quick search and found no obvious link. She clicked something and up popped a picture of Sadiq Samar on her screen.

"Sadiq…" she began to say before Gibbs finished the sentence.

"Samar."

"How did you know that?" she asked getting a little freaked out by his foresight.

He looked at her and gave a rueful shoulder shrug.

"No way! He was in your dream too? This is too crazy," she said, before quickly regretting her choice of words. "And by crazy, I don't mean that you are. I mean the situation is, you know, weird."

"I agree," he said, not knowing what else to say. He, too, was freaked out by what was going on and was trying to hide it. "Back to Samar."

"What? Oh, yes, Sadiq Samar, 25, Masters Degree in Engineering at aged 19, completely off the grid since graduating. No job that I can see, no apartment, the only thing I can trace him to is a down payment a couple of years back on a small building in DC under the name of Sal Roberts."

Gibbs kissed her on the cheek.

"Send Tony the address."

Gibbs, Bishop and DiNozzo drove to the address. They split up to search the place. Tony and Bishop found the bayonet most likely used to kill Ensign Wilt in the first room among other objects of interest. Gibbs had continued on alone, through the plastic sheeting that hung from the roof and into another dark room, as if he knew what he would find. His flashlight soon found Luke Harris cowering behind some old machinery.

"Come out," he told him, his finger nervously hovering close to the trigger. He had expected to see Harris armed and he wasn't disappointed.

"Put it down, Luke," he said, taking a nervous step back from the boy who was holding a Beretta down by his side.

Gibbs heard a sound coming from his left and slightly behind him. He assumed it was DiNozzo and Bishop entering the room. Harris raised the handgun and took aim. Gibbs looked him in the eyes and tried to gauge what he was going to do. Despite his fear and his training, Gibbs couldn't bring himself to shoot a kid. He shook his head.

"Don't do it," he said calmly.

A single shot echoed through the building and Gibbs flinched, stumbled backwards and waited for the pain, but it didn't come. Instead he heard a thump and clatter to his left and turned to see Samar lying on his back, gasping for breath and a revolver just out of his reach on the floor.

Upon hearing the shot, DiNozzo yelled for his boss. He and Bishop followed the sound of the gunshot and found his boss, looking shocked but unhurt and taking a gun from Luke Harris' hand.

"Boss, you okay?" he asked before leaning down and securing Samar's weapon before checking his injury.

"I'm good."

"Bishop, get EMTs here now," Tony said as he placed his hands over Samar's chest wound.

"You will die. You all will die," Samar said defiantly despite his growing weakness.

"What happened, Boss?" Tony asked.

"I, eh, Luke saved me," Gibbs stammered before looking at the trembling boy in front of him.

"I want to go home," Harris said, sounding petrified.

"Come with me," Bishop said, taking the boy away from the scene of the shooting and into the next room.

Gibbs leaned his back against the wall and placed his hands on his knees and bent forward trying to get air into his lungs. He felt a little dizzy and claustrophobic all of a sudden. He wasn't exactly sure what had just happened. Not what he was expecting to that was for sure. He thought Luke was going to shoot him not save his life.

"You sure you're okay?" Tony asked, noticing Gibbs wilt against the wall.

Gibbs took a breath in through his nose out through his mouth and waved back at Tony that he was okay. He left Tony tending to the wounded Samar and followed Bishop outside. She was comforting Luke Harris who looked pretty shaken up. Once Gibbs had composed himself he approached the boy.

"What were you doing in there?"

"He told me to kill whoever came in," Luke replied.

"Why?"

Luke looked at him, his fear obvious to all.

"Why are you here?" Gibbs yelled.

Bishop glared at him, surprised at his aggression towards a child.

"Gibbs."

"Cuff him," Gibbs ordered.

"Sorry?" Ellie said, confused as to what was going on.

"He was in that building to kill a federal agent. He is part of a terror cell. Until we know exactly what's going on, he is to be treated as a suspect and he will be detained. Do you understand?" Gibbs told her.

Ellie nodded and took zip ties out of her car and placed them on the boy's wrists while apologizing quietly.

Luke Harris was taken by Gibbs and Bishop back to NCIS headquarters and his parents were called. DiNozzo accompanied Samar to hospital where he underwent surgery.

Gibbs quizzed Luke about his association with The Calling and Daniel Budd. To his surprise, the boy was very cooperative, giving him as much information as he could about the network and how they communicated. He also told him of their plans to travel to Iraq.

Gibbs wasn't sure what to believe. The boy in his dream was cold and a calculated killer, but this kid was just an impressionable teen who wasn't sure where he fit in in this world. He had managed to get taken in by a group preying on such vulnerable kids and made them feel accepted and gave them a cause to fight for. But Luke had realized that he didn't want to fly to a strange land to murder people he knew nothing about. He just wanted to fit in. When they had ordered him to kill a cop as part of his initiation, he knew he wasn't cut out for it. It was one thing killing as part of a video game, but pulling the trigger in real life was a far greater challenge.

After his interview with Luke, Gibbs called down to autopsy to see Ducky. He was still feeling a little confused and out of sorts and hoped a conversation with Ducky would set him straight.

"Ah, Jethro. I hear you had an exciting afternoon," Ducky said when he entered.

"You could say that, Duck," Gibbs replied.

"Tony called me. He said I should probably check you out," Ducky told him. "He's worried about you."

To Ducky's surprise, Gibbs didn't argue. He sat up on one of the autopsy tables and relaxed forward and allowed Ducky to check him over.

"Any headaches?" Ducky asked.

"No."

"Blurred vision, nausea?"

"Comes and goes," Gibbs admitted.

"You should really have stayed in hospital, Jethro. You're still suffering from concussion."

"Does concussion explain how I knew about the bomb in Egypt or Sadiq Samar or Luke Harris?" Gibbs asked. "I'm not sure what's happening to me, Duck. I'm not this person. I was starting to believe that I knew what was coming. I fully expected Luke Harris to kill me today. I had accepted my fate but then he didn't do it. Have to admit, Duck, that kinda threw me."

"I'm sure it did," Ducky replied. "But you know, Jethro, head injuries can be unpredictable. Some will say that subconsciously you knew something which foresaw the bomb and maybe you came across the boys during your investigation. There is no straight answer, I'm afraid. Just be glad that whatever you thought you saw, whatever you thought was going to happen, didn't."

Gibbs agreed. He was beyond relieved that his dream had not come fully to fruition. NCIS did not have to send a team to Iraq to look for Budd. The CIA already had a team in place and they were given the information that NCIS had obtained. Daniel Budd was eventually caught trying to cross the border into Turkey and extradited to his homeland, the UK, where he had outstanding warrants for inciting terrorism and other criminal activity.

Gibbs was soon back to himself and he managed to put his precognitive ways behind him and solve cases the old fashioned way, using his gut.

The End.

A/n - thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed my efforts. Till next time...