There was something that mesmerized Gibbs when it came to Jenny and children. When they were in Pars, she had met a boy who Jenny came to know. He was an orphan whose parents had died in a car accident. When they saw him on the street Jenny who stop and talk to him, making sure he was alright. If he didn't have a coat on, Jenny would give him hers and later on in the day she'd find it near they're apartment. They'd find him most of the time at a small park where he was playing with other children. He would show them the places that he had learned to call home, which broke Jenny's heart. All Gibbs could do was take her hand in his and squeeze it when she needed comfort.
They never spoke about him. It was just some child they had come across. A child they both wished they could help. After leaving Paris, Jenny had her contacts there find him and check up on him. To her dismay she learned that he had passed away due to malnutrition and hypothermia. She sat in her small apartment thinking about the little boy, and wondered whether or not Gibbs knew. She wanted both not to care if he did, but there was something about him that made her think that he would care.
When she came clean with Gibbs about the real reasons she left him in Paris, she also informed him about the little boy. Now she lay on their couch sound asleep with their sleeping child on her chest. Their breathing was in sync with each other, making them noticeably comfortable. Whenever he slept, she slept. There wasn't a moment that Jenny wanted to miss with her son.
The light knock came at the front door and Gibbs quickly made his way to find Abby behind it. She smiled at him and noticed the quietness of the house. "They're in there." He said pointing to the room. Abby nodded and quietly entered Jenny's study that was turned into a sitting room. She smiled at the sight and felt Gibbs hand on her shoulder.
"They're so cute." She whispered. He nodded and kept his eyes on his wife and son. "What's his name?"
"Jackson Alexander." He said quietly. The baby slowly woke up, causing his mother to do the same. Instinctually, Jenny's arm wrapped tighter around him. Her eyes flickered from her son to her husband and Abby who were standing in the door way. Gibbs completely missed the conversation between Abby and Jenny, when Abby had asked to hold the baby.
Jenny walked over to Gibbs who wrapped an arm around her waist and brought her closer to him. "How'd you sleep?" He whispered into her ear. He kissed her cheek before she could reply.
"Good." She replied quietly. Jenny glanced at her son in Abby's arms and smiled before glancing at a photo on her desk. It was of a little blonde boy who was on a swing. Gibbs followed her gaze and hugged her.
"Where'd you come up with the name Gibbs?" Abby asked as the little boy slowly dozed off to sleep.
Gibbs released his wife and slipped his hand into hers and gave it a squeeze. "He's named after a friend." Gibbs said quietly. He looked down at Jenny who had the same pained look in her eyes as she did in Paris. Jackson Alexander had been named after a little boy who passed away years before. Jenny was lucky enough to get a picture of Jackson Alexander. He was on a swing, smiling a smile that Jethro and Jenny had fallen in love with.