A/N: I know everyone has done this before, but I wanted to write my own.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything as you already know.

London 1999

It had been four months since she had left her post in Paris and transferred to London. Here she was in charge of her own team, but today all of that went on hold. In her hand was a pregnancy that read positive and there was nothing she could do about it. She thought of an abortion, but found herself unable to bring herself to go through with it. So here she was 10 in the evening waiting for 1:00 to come around, so she could call the father and tell him.

Paris had seemed to be almost a lifetime ago. She had even begun to forget about Jethro, albeit it extremely minor, when two week ago she had begun throwing up. She went into the doctors after much cajoling from her team members, till one of them threatened to tell Carol Thatcher of her illness. The last thing Jenny need was some snooty busybody who had nothing better to do then pry into other people's lives rather than do her own work. So she swallowed her pride and walked into a doctor's office early last week on her way home from work. The results came in this morning; Jenny couldn't believe it. She had taken the rest of the day off and drove to an abortion clinic and waited 2 hours in line only not go through with it.

Jenny took a deep breath and dialed the phone number. Each time the phone rang, her heart rate doubled.

"Hello," a woman picked up. Jenny's heart sank.

"Hello," Jenny responded, "Is Gibbs there?"

"No he isn't. May take a message?" the woman asked.

"No it's okay. It's not important." Jenny responded. "Thank you. Good-bye."

Jenny put down the phone and took a deep breath. She picked up the phone and dialed another number.

"Hello," came an accented voice.

"Hi Ducky," Jenny responded.

"Jennifer, how are you?" Ducky responded happily.

"I…," the words died on her lips. "I'm okay I guess," she attempted again. It didn't matter; her hesitation costed her any attempt at discretion she might've wanted to keep.

"Jennifer, what ever is the matter?" Ducky asked.

"Paris happened Ducky." Jennifer said on the verge of tears. The other line was silent. "Is he happy with her?"

"You know about Stephanie?" Ducky asked surprised.

"I called his house before I called you," Jenny explained.

"I see," Ducky replied. "It has been four months, Jennifer, you didn't expect him to wait around, did you? Even if he did marry a woman within three months of knowing her."

"That wasn't the reason I called, Ducky. The call wasn't supposed to be a friendly reconnection." Jenny explained.

"Then why stir old wounds?" Ducky asked.

"I'm pregnant, Ducky, four months." Jenny said. The words falling from her lips before she even had a chance to stop herself.

"Oh dear," Ducky replied.

"You cannot tell him, Ducky," Jenny told him quickly.

"I can't possibly keep this from him either," Ducky protested.

"Promise me, Ducky," Jenny told him, "I'll send you rhubarb crumble from London every week till I'm transferred."

"As enticing as that is, Jennifer. You can't bargain with me on this. What is your reasoning for not telling him? Doesn't he have a right to know?"

"My first priority, now, is this child. He's had two wives before this one and no children. What guarantee do I have that he won't walk out on this child?"

"Jethro would never do that Jennifer and you know that." Ducky replied.

Jenny did know that, "I'm not going to be the one that breaks that marriage. If he's happy that's all I can really ask for."

"I have to encourage you to tell him."

"I know, Ducky, but it's better this way. Trust me."

"Good luck, Jennifer. I'll call in a few months time to check up on you."

"Thank you Ducky." Jenny put down the phone and ran her hand down her face.

She walked over to the window of her apartment and looked out at London considering her options. She could either raise the child or give it up for adoption. She thought about her five-point plan. Unable to come with a solution, she decided to go to bed knowing that the answer would arise within the next five months.

Five months later, on September 16th Helene Apolline Shepard was born. Jenny took one look at her daughter and knew she would not be able to give her up. She would just incorporate her into her five-point plan. Jenny knew she was going to make it and she would be able to share it with Helene. She looked down at her daughter and smiled. She was going to give Helene everything she could and she knew it.

The nurse walked in through the doorway, "Miss Shepard, you seemed to have missed putting in the father's name."

Jenny looked up, "I can't leave it blank?"

"No. I'm afraid not." The nurse replied.

Jenny looked back at her daughter, "Leroy Jethro Gibbs."

"Strong name," the nurse commented as she walked out the door.

"What am I going to tell you when that talk comes around?" Jenny whispered to herself.

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