This is set after season 5 so Jenny is 'Dead'.

Good intentions

Gibbs stood alone in his basement, sanding his boat in silence, enjoying the quietness, the hypnotic rhythm of his hands moving back and forth over the wood.

The only other sound was the pitter patters of the rain outside, getting louder and louder so the rain getting faster and faster, he was glad he had a roof over his head, sheltering him from the rain.

That was the only other sound, he thought with an almost sad chuckle, he was alone, had been for years, he missed the sound of other people in the house, having other people to look after and to be looked after by.

He stopped sanding and went over to his work bench and picked up the bottle of bourbon, picking it up and taking a generous swig, he wiped his hand across his mouth, grimacing at the heat that stung his throat as he swallowed the liquid.

Bourbon had so many memories for him, memories of trying to get his past wives to drink some yet not one of them gave in, memories of Shannon saving up and buying him the best bottle she could get for her money, his memories finally came to Jenny, now she had given in, she had taken one sip and never gone back.

He missed her, he found it hard to remember that she was gone, that he couldn't just get into his car and drive to her house and sit and talk, laugh, tell her that even after all these years he loved her, even after all the awkward moments, kisses never spoken about again or even the one night stand they had had, when they were drunk a couple of months before she died and never had they spoken about that, he'd thought it would have been a turning point for them but no, when he'd woken up she given him a sad smile before getting dressed and leaving without a word.

Well that was all the past now, she was gone, he would never ever be able to get another chance to tell her everything, so he must well try to move on, even though it was pretty hard.

He was about to resume sanding his boat, when he heard a knock at the door, groaning he looked over at the dusty clock in the corner of the room, to find that it was nine a clock, who would be knocking now.

So Gibbs walked as fast as he could up the stairs into the hall and opened the front door, looking out onto the dark rainy street he saw nothing, no person could be seen just the sound of traffic in the distance and rain, the street lamps dimly lighting the road.

Gibbs put it down to just some punks, pulling some sort of prank so he went to shut his front door.

Just as he was about to shut it, he heard a baby crying, he looked around on his front garden and down the street but once again saw nothing, then the crying came again, he then looked down to his feet.

He was shocked the find a basket, and nestled under thick blankets was a baby, it didn't look more than ten weeks old, he looked up once again, looking around for a sign of the person that had dropped them here, no one.

Gibbs then scooped up the baby in the basket, and brought them inside, they were still warm, meaning they hadn't been out in the cold long.

He took the baby into his barely used living room and set the basked down then took the baby carefully out.

The baby was beautiful, big green eyes, dark brown, almost red hair, pale skin, their little fists waving in the air, who would wont to give away such a precious gift? He thought.

Then he began to pull some of the blankets away, to see if he could figure out more about the little child, as he did so, he found a piece of paper.

Carefully balancing the baby in one arm, he picked up the paper and opened it and began to read the printed letter.

Dear Jethro

I'm not going to say I'm sorry for doing this, I know how you feel about them and to honest, I'm not that sorry, I'm doing this with good, the best intentions.

This is your daughter….our daughter, her name is Jade, I named her after the colour of her eyes. She is ten weeks old.

I believe that giving her to you would give her the best chance in life and as her mother, I still love her, so I have to let her be with you, I don't think the life I have or am going to have is right for her.

I know you'll be an amazing father, that you will love her, look after her, keep her safe, and let the team help you, you will all be the family she needs, the support and attention, I cannot give her, as much as I want to,

I love you both, please believe that

Gibbs closed the letter, and closed his eyes for a moment letting it all sink in, he had a daughter, he opened his eyes and he looked at her, Jade, her name was Jade, she was beautiful.

But who was her mother? He began to rack his brain, who, who had he even slept with long ago enough to have conceived the little girl , who would know so much about him and his team.

Only one named answered all of those questions, Jenny… But she was dead…. Or was she?

TBC….

Do you guys like, it just sort of came to me, I know I have like a million stories on the go at the moment but I don't care.

Please review if you want more.