A/N: here is another fanfic. I hope you like it. I wrote it yesterday when it was raining and I felt sad.
Rain was pouring down and formed small lakes on the street and rivers in the gutter. Droplets hit the window and formed strange, surprisingly pretty patterns as they moved down. The soft noises which were made every time a droplet touched the window filled the room behind it. The room was lit only by small candles which seemed to be dying and the only person in it sat in front of the window, looking to the patterns on the glass.
Her eyes followed a small droplet from the top of the window to the bottom of the glass as a tear dripped down her face. She'd been sitting there for a long time, just watching the rain and crying. Crying for the loss, the pain, but mostly the loss of the child she'd never known but still loved. The child she'd never seen but still knew so well. It had all happened so quickly, first the few months of incredible happiness, happy thoughts and plans for the future but suddenly she'd fainted and when she'd regained continuousness she was in a hospital. A nurse had told her, informed her of the loss of the baby who used to be safe inside her womb and now she was home again. Alone.
Jethro was working on a boat, dealing with the loss in his own way, leaving her and her grief behind in the empty house. The weather seemed to match her emotions, sad, grey without a bit of blue on the horizon. The candle fit as well, they represented the other side of her, the calm, unmoved person she tried to be for the agency and the rest of the world, but even the brightest candle had now started spluttering and would quickly extinguish.
"Jen?"
The woman was startled by the sound as she had been thinking deeply and hadn't been paying attention to any sounds. Slowly she wiped a tear from her cheek and got up. She opened the door and a gray haired man stood in front of her for a few moment, looking into her watery eyes, before taking her into his arms. "Oh Jen" he said softly as she'd now really started to cry. "Shh, it's ok" He held her tightly, needing the comforting as much as she did. "Come, get some sleep." He guided her to their bed room and helped her in the bed. He got in as well and sat next to her, holding her again. His shirt got wet by her tears as they sat there for a long time. Jethro didn't let go until her breathing had steadied and she had fallen asleep. He moved her into a move comfortable position and he gently pulled up the blanket which covered them and stroked her cheek softly. "Stop blaming yourself. It really is ok." But as he said that, his tears joined hers on the old NIS shirt he was wearing. "It is ok…."