Christmas and New Years were long behind them and Valentine's Day was a week away. Maggie was planning a nice romantic dinner for her and Gibbs but she was so tired she couldn't keep her eyes open to look through the cook books for ideas.

"This is just fucking stupid." Maggie slammed the book closed.

Freckles looked up from her bed, her ears perked up.

"Why am I this damned tired?"

She got up from the kitchen stool and stretched her arms over her head. There had been a lot of reports to write for school. The program at the school was under review and she needed to make sure all the paperwork was in order. That stressed her out a bit. She thought about going for a run, but another jaw cracking yawn put that to an end.

Walking into the living room, she grabbed the afghan, lie down on the couch and fell asleep. Maybe if she could take a short nap, or a snappy as Jamie used to call them as a kid, she'd feel better.

Gibbs pulled his truck behind Maggie's car in the driveway. The house was dark. Gibbs walked into the kitchen and turned on the light. He saw Freckles trot in from the living room and stretch.

"Need to go out girl?" Freckles let out a little bark and bound through the door into the yard.

Gibbs walked into the living room and found Maggie asleep on the couch. He crouched down next to her and shook her shoulder gently.

"Hey Sleeping Beauty."

Maggie opened her eyes. "Holy crap, what time is it?"

"About 7:00. You feeling okay?" Gibbs put his hand to her forehead and felt for a temperature.

"I'm fine. I've just been really tired, that's all." Maggie assured him, sitting up on the couch. As she went to stand the room spun. Gibbs instinctively grabbed her arms to steady here.

"My ass you're just tired." Gibbs sounded truly concerned.

"Tired and hungry, that's all. My appetite is off lately too. Really Gibbs I'm fine."

"What's bringing this on?" he asked his wife as he followed her into the kitchen.

"Recertification at the school. Tons of paperwork. Just a bit of stress that's all." Maggie assured him, but Gibbs wasn't buying it.

Maggie was the epitome of healthy. She ran every day, took a yoga or Pilates class, one of those classes that makes you bend in weird ways he thought. She wasn't a health nut in the food department, but she ate well. Not a lot of junk food, lots of water. Her body showed the care she took of it too. Easily she looked ten years younger than her actual age of 45. When Gibbs had brought her to the gym at NCIS to arrange for her to use the indoor track, he wanted to kill the men who were almost drooling over her when she ran in her running clothes. Once word got out that the woman they were drooling over was Gibbs' wife, no one dared look at her that way again for fear of what Gibbs would do.

The alarm went off at 5 a.m. Gibbs got up first and would let Maggie sleep until 5:30. He got into the shower and was just lathering up his hair when he heard Maggie run into the bathroom and throw up in the toilet. Quickly he rinsed his hair off and turned the taps off before wrapping a towel around his waist. Maggie was throwing up again when he came out.

"That's it. You're calling in sick and going to see your doctor." Gibbs said as he handed her a wash cloth. "I'm going to call Tony and tell him I'll be late."

"You'll do no such thing." Maggie stood up after she felt the need to puke again had passed. "I'm a big girl and can go alone."

"I'm taking you." Gibbs said again as they walked into the bedroom.

Maggie didn't answer him. She picked up her cellphone and called in to the absentee line for teachers.

"I may not get an appointment until later in the day Gibbs." She said as she crawled back under the covers. "It's flu season remember? I'm just gonna go back to sleep and I'll call when the office is open."

Maggie went right back to sleep. Gibbs finished dressing and went to check on Maggie again. She didn't have a fever, which was a good sign he guessed as he pulled the blanket up over her shoulders. Freckles wasn't normally allowed up on the bed, but Gibbs commanded the dog to go and lay down with Maggie. Somehow it made Gibbs feel better.

When Gibbs got back into the office after being out in the field, there was a message from Maggie saying she'd gotten a 5:00 appointment and she'd talk to him when he got home. She told him to pick up dinner in case she was at the doctors longer than expected due to the doctor's schedule. Gibbs stopped to pick up Chinese food on the way home. Maggie's car was parked in the driveway and the bedroom light was on upstairs.

"Maggie?" Gibbs called as he walked into the kitchen.

"Upstairs." Came the reply from the second floor.

Gibbs took the stairs two at a time and walked down to the bedroom. Maggie was sitting in the middle of the bed, an odd expression on her face.

"What did the doctor say? Is it the flu?" he asked as he hung his coat up.

"Nope, not the flu."

"Well what?" Gibbs asked.

"Go look on the bathroom counter."

Gibbs gave her a confused look as he walked into the bathroom. There on the counter were 4 pregnancy tests, each taken. He picked each of them up and read them. He carried one of them to the door and looked over at Maggie.

"You're pregnant?"

"I'm pregnant." Maggie nodded.

"I thought…I thought you couldn't get pregnant." Gibbs said.

"Doctors told me that I couldn't, but when I was examined today they ran the blood tests and they came back pregnant. I mean it's been almost 25 years. Not once did I get pregnant after Jamie." Maggie realized she was babbling and that her husband was just staring at her.

"Gibbs, say something. "