AUTHOR'S NOTE- To conclude round two, which can also be considered Round of Gibblets/Pregnancies, here is a new instalment from yours truly. (Yes, we are trying to co-ordinate them.)
I hope you are enjoying this thus far. I know we are. :)

ENJOY!


2. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS.

"Well, Jenny, the baby is perfectly fine," - doctor Montgomery said, smiling at her nervous patient.

"Now, I'll just check if -' - the Doctor's voice trailed off, her eyes glued to the screen, brows knitted in confusion.

"What?" - Jenny's face paled, her hand gripping Gibbs's, her palms sweating. - "What's wrong?"

Silence fell upon the room, Jenny's rigid breathing the only thing breaking it.

"Addison," - finally Jenny spoke, half pleading, half threatening.

"Jenny, nothing is wrong with your baby. Or should I say, babies."

Gibbs's head shot up, mouth as wide as his eyes.

"What?" - He managed to whisper.

"Yup, you're having twins - a boy and a girl."

Jenny's eyes met Gibbs's, dreading his reaction. He smiled the brightest smile she'd ever seen, his hand resting gently on her now more than obvious baby bump. She smiled back, blinking back the tears of relief.

"Okay, now I'm just gonna take you to the OR so we can finally meet those rascals," - Addison said with a smile of her own.

Jenny looked at her, her eyes full of confusion.

"What do you mean, Addie? I'm only twenty-five weeks."

Addison Montgomery let out a loud laugh.

"Oh, you're funny, Jennifer. And I've been due ten days ago," - she said, still laughing and shaking her head slightly.

Suddenly, Jennifer Shepard sat up in her bed, beads of sweat rolling down her forehead.

"You okay?" - Her lover's sleep-infused voice asked after a few moments.

She looked at him, eyes wide, heart pounding as if she had just ran a marathon or…No, she refused to even think about it. That's what got her in this trouble in the first place.

She nodded slowly and looked at the watch on the night stand.

0457.

One more hour of sleep. Or lack thereof. There was no way she could go back to sleep after that dream.

"Just a bad dream," - she murmured at Gibbs's insistent stare, laying down and snuggling into his embrace. But sleep, indeed, come no more.


Later that day, Jenny was sitting in her office, trying to concentrate, but to no use. The dream still had her full attention. Or better yet, the steamy encounter in the elevator a few days ago that she was pretty sure was to blame for her stress.

A second before the elevator door closed, Gibbs slid in. He had a smug face that never meant any good. They couldn't have moved half a floor before he switched the power off.

"Jethro," - Jenny started, but was cut short when her back collided with the metal wall, all air leaving her.

He hadn't kissed her, not yet; he barely touched her. But his eyes ranking up and down her body was enough to make her blush.

"Jethro, no."

This time his lips grazed her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

"I haven't seen you in a week, Jen," - he whispered, before darting his tongue out to taste her skin.

The moan was inevitable. She could feel his grin, knowing he knew she was done fighting.

As his lips moved across her skin, Jenny vaguely thought she should probably tell him she was not on the pill any more, but then he kissed her the way that made her knees buckle and she fell limp into his arms, all though gone.

A loud bang broke Jenny from her reverie and she was met with yet another Gibbs-issued stare.

"What the hell is wrong with you today?" - He asked harshly, but she could detect concern.

She gave him a questioning look, as if to say she had no idea what he was talking about.

"You wrote in the report, and I quote, 'Agent Gibbs's team has twins.' And two rows below 'They are to investigate this pregnancy.'"

Jenny's eyes were by now so wide it bordered with painful.

"You wanna tell me something, Jen?"

She got up slowly and made her way to the liquor cabinet, but soon after pouring a measure of amber liquid, she pushed the tumbler aside, huffing in annoyance. She could feel Gibbs's stare on her back.

"Do you remember last Tuesday?" - She asked, her back still turned to him.

When he didn't respond, she turned around and looked at him.

A small smile was playing on his lips and his eyes were glossed over.

As her hands made their way to the buckle of his belt , all he could think was that it was one hell of a long week in which they managed to steal only a kiss or two.

He gripped her tighter when she finally freed him of the trousers and boxers and, as her hand fleetingly touched him, a groan tore loose from his throat.

She guided him into her and a second later he was already thrusting, their breaths mingling. She kissed him deeply and he had to brace himself against the wall for the fear of falling down. God, she felt so good.

"Jethro," - Jenny's stern voice roused him from the memory.

He blinked couple of times before meeting her gaze. His gut clenched. Was that fear he saw in her eyes?

"Jethro, I wasn't on the pill."

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out; they just stared at each other for couple of moments.

"Are you-".

"I don't know."

Again, the silence.

Finally, he walked up to her, putting his hands on her shoulders and pressing his lips gently to her forehead.

She could already feel the tension leaving her. They'll work it out.


"Jen, stop it."

She looked at him, wondering how he could be so calm. She continued to pace around the room.

"Jenny," - he tried again, getting up from the bed and approaching her. - "Stop worrying. We'll work it out."

He gave he a reassuring smile, but when that didn't work, he hugged her tightly.

"We'll. Work it. Out," - he repeated a bit more forcefully. "C'mere."

He took her hand in his, entwining their fingers as he half dragged her back to the bathroom.

She closed her eyes as he reached for the plastic stick, but opened them a second later when she heard him let out a rush of air. Snatching the offending item from his hands, she took a deep breath and looked.

Negative.

She met his eyes and couldn't be sure if he was relieved or disappointed; couldn't be sure how she felt herself.

Five minutes later, they were lying on the bed, neither speaking, neither knowing what to say.

Finally, as his hand found hers, she sighed.

"Well, all's well that ends well, I guess."

He chuckled.

"Oh, no. All's well that ends."


- THE END -


Well, it's a dream, so Addison is allowed to be there. :)

M. xx