First off, I do not own any characters except my own. Second, I came up with this idea out of the blue, I do not mean to copy anyone. I will admit that I got some idea from the movie/book, My Sister's Keeper, but I made it into my own. I adore NCIS but I don't have cable anymore so I'm sorry if I fudged up any details. Let me know what you think and if I should further it. :)

It was a rather boring day at the NCIS headquarters in Washington, D.C. Not one case had been submitted to Gibbs and his team which had left them to entertain themselves with fictional work. Tony was leaning back in his chair, throwing paper balls at McGee's head, while the nerd, himself, played some kind of online dragon hunting game. Ziva smirked at the immature nature of her fellow teammate. Having found herself amused by the current scene before her, she had left her previous engagement of filing paperwork forgotten and settled for watching the scene before her. Gibbs rolled his eyes at his team. Sipping his black coffee, he glanced at the clock on his desk and wondered if anything would happen today, at all.

None too soon, Jethro Gibbs choked on his thoughts. A petite woman, in her early twenties, entered their floor and was immediately ambushed by DiNozzo. The familiar, long, white-blonde hair was tucked behind her right ear allowing the room to have glimpse of her big, bright blue eyes.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Tony flirted with the girl, without a care in the world. Ziva shook her dark head at the usual player attitude the senior agent displayed.

The young lady grimaced at the question. "I need to talk to Leroy Gibbs, please." And that was when Gibbs did something the team had never seen him do before: He Gasped.

(From This Point Forward the OC Will be the one speaking.)

"It's been four years," Leroy stood outside the building where he worked, looking pointedly at me. "Four, long years without a single word from you and, suddenly, out of the blue, you come bursting into my office, asking me for my sperm." I felt my stomach sink, thinking back to the earlier scene in which I stormed up to his desk and blurted out the first thing on my mind. "I think an explanation is in store, Brooke."

An explanation? I thought, angrily. He breaks my heart, wait, no, he destroys my heart. Rips it out of my chest, throws it on the ground, and stomps on it, and, yet, he has the guts to ask for an explanation? I was about to tell him where he could shove his explanation when I remembered the reason for why I was here in the fist place. Elliot. If it weren't for him, I would never face this man again. Closing my eyes, I sucked in my pride, and addressed the man I have loved for my entire life. "You're right. Four years is a really long time which means this explanation you require is also really long."

He glanced at the old watch on his wrist, the same one he wore when I first met him. I shook my head, ridding myself of the past. "I have all the time in the world."

"Then," I sighed, "we better find somewhere to sit down."

Sitting at the café Jethro had taken me to, I sipped on my pomegranate iced tea and begun my story. "Four years ago, I was deeply in love with a man," and still am , "that was still smitten with his dead wife." He raised silver-grey (gray) eyebrow. "So in love that I was willing to let myself get hurt over him leaving me, which I knew would happen eventually, to seek his own happiness. But what I didn't have in mind was what he would leave me with." I looked the man, old enough to be my father, in the eye. "I was pregnant, Leroy." The lock of shock on his aged face was expected. "Nine months later, I gave birth to a seemingly healthy baby boy, Elliot Jackson. But not even a year later, he grew very sick. I did what any mother would do, I blamed you. What I thought was Pneumonia turned into Kidney failure which then became something else entirely." Leroy reached out and grasped my hand. "He has Leukemia, Jethro. My baby boy may not live to see his fourth birthday and I can't even donate my own blood to him since I'm not a match. Which is why I came here."

"You want my sperm so you can do one of those test tube babies?" I nodded, glad he got the point. Tucking a stray strand of my hair behind my ear, I prepared myself for the rejection I was sure would follow that question. "Okay."

My mouth dropped. "Okay?"

"Okay. When and where?" I dug through my Save The Children tote bag and handed him the doctor's business card.

"He is the one helping Elliot and me. Best in the state." I wiped at my eyes to keep the tears from free-falling.

The man I never stopped loving stared me in the eye, his light blues questioning. "And what are you going to do with this second child?" before I could answer the first question, he placed another one before me. "I hope you know I plan on being in my children's lives now, right?"

"I'm going to love this new child just as I love Elliot. He's been asking for a brother or sister for a while now. I just hope he lasts until I give birth so we can give him the umbilical cord blood. Jethro, he is so much like you." I scratched my head, blushing at the sudden thought of him being the lives of my kids, the life of Elliot. "Of course, I wouldn't expect you to walk away after finding out about Elliot's existence and especially not after asking for you to donate your sperm." I was still angry with him but I had to give him the benefit of the doubt on this one.

We both got up from the table to leave. "One more question, Brooke."

"Yes?"

"Why me?" I gaped.

"To be honest, Leroy, I'm not to willing to have a stranger's baby." As I got into my car, I said the thing that had been playing in my head since the day he left me. "I want my children to be from the one I love, the one I dream of." and with that said, I drove off, leaving Leroy Jethro Gibbs awestruck on the sidewalk in front of some café.