Disclaimer: Mine! No they're not actually * sad face*

Summary: How can a woman not know that she's pregnant? And what happens when the daddy has gone AWOL? Tiva/Jibbs/McAbby, mostly Jibbs.

Jenny walked into her Georgetown townhouse, dropping her keys on the table in the foyer, stopping to hang up her coat. She had been in pain all day and it had only gotten progressively more painful. To make matters worse, everyone had decided to turn in their files tonight. This being the reason that she was not arriving home until 2330. All she wanted to do was take some pain killers, take a nice hot bath, and crawl into bed.

She trudged into her study and poured herself a glass of bourbon, dropping her purse on the desk before heading upstairs to her bedroom. She set her glass on her bedside table and started the water for her bath, running it as hot as she thought she could take it and started rumaging through her medicine cabinet, looking for the ibuprofen. She shook two tablets into her palm and downed them with the last gulp of bourbon.

Seeing that the tub was now almost halfway full, she added some lavender oil to the water and undressed, sliding into the tub. She winced slightly at the water temperature before relaxing into it. She soaked for almost an hour before raising herself up with some difficulty. If she was being completely honest with herself, she had to admit, the bath had helped a lot less than she thought it would. Wrapping a towel around her body, she wiped away some of the condensation on the mirror to look at her reflection. She looked exhausted. Her skin was paler than usual, her eyes bloodshot and watery. She dabbed at the droplets of sweat from the steam of the bath, choosing not to bother with her hair, already curling at the edges. She changed into an oversized NIS t-shirt and crawled into bed with a groan.

Hours later she was ripped out of her sleep with a gasp as pain seared through her abdomen. She turned her head to look at the clock, 0200. Soon the pain passed and she was just left with the aftershock of it. She thought it was over until five minutes later pain cut through her again and she cried out in pain. She laid in bed twisting and turning through the pain as it got worse and worse until she couldn't take it anymore. It felt as if her insides were ripping apart. Now in tears, she reached for her phone to call the first person she thought of. Jethro. No Jethro isn't here he left for Mexico last night. Ducky! She called the second person on her speed dial, hoping he would answer.

"Dr. Mallard." came the heavily accented voice, more pronounced with sleep.

"Ducky," she gasped sobbing.

Her distressed voice completely pulled him out of sleep and he spoke, alarmed, " Jennifer?Jennifer my dear what is it?"

"Ducky please," was all she managed before crying out once more.

"I'll be there in less than ten minutes my dear just hold on." he soothed. She ended the call and he hopped out of bed, calling his mother's nurse, pulling on a pair of slacks. Grabbing his doctor's bag, he ran out of the house, deeply concerned for the girl he considered a daughter.

Seven minutes later he was pulling into Jenny's driveway. He pulled out the key Gibbs had given him, glad for the younger man's forethought, remembering his words as he slid the key into the lock. Slapping the key into his hand he'd said, " She gave me this for emergencies Duck. Take it just in case." Entering the house, he rushed up the stairs, hearing Jenny's sobs and cries of pain. He burst into her room, shocked at the sight before him.

The woman who he had seen take a round to thigh and still take out three armed gunmen, and then try to refuse medical treatment, sat in her be, clutching her abdomen, her red hair tangled in a messy bun, tears streaming down her face.

"Jennifer my dear you look far worse than I imagined. We need to get you to a hospital immediately. Bethesda is twenty minutes away. We'll make it in ten," he said tossing the covers off of her, moving to help her up, only to be stopped in his tracks by another shocking and far more worrisome sight, "Oh dear. Jennifer you're bleeding."

A/N: Tehehe...cliffhanger. Is the baby okay? Miscarriage possibly. Review please!