A/N: Thank you to all who are still reading this story. It means a lot.

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Jenny was sitting up on her knees, still cradling a now calm Gibbs in her arms when his cell phone's ring interrupted the silence. She sat back down on his legs as he reached into his pocket for the offending contraption. "Yeah, Gibbs."

Cynthia smiled. "Our young guest is waking up."

"Be right there," he said, closing his phone. "Sam is up from his nap. Will you come with me? He's in your office."

Jenny nodded, relieved that he wanted to include her. She stood up and reached her hand out to help him.

They continued to hold hands and looked at each other briefly before he took her in his arms. "I need you so much." Gibbs hugged her tightly to him before he pulled away enough so he could kiss her deeply. He reached into her hair with one hand as the other traveled downwards to her ass, pulling her closer to him. They indulged in their passion for only a few seconds, but it was a connection they both needed to make. He leaned his forehead against hers, panting heavily. "Ready?"

"No," she managed to say as she smiled, out of breath. "But let's go."

He put an arm around Jenny's waist as the two walked to her office. Inside, they spied Sam as he rubbed his eyes, trying to get his bearings. He looked around. "Am I in Holly's office?"

Jenny smiled as they walked over – Gibbs sat next to him on the couch while she sat across from them on the coffee table. "Kind of, but it's actually my office. Holly was taking care of it when we were away."

"Do you remember my wife, Jenny, Sam? I introduced the two of you earlier."

The boy looked up at the woman sitting across from him and nodded. "You yelled at me."

Jenny sighed. "I'm sorry about that, but you kicked him," she said, pointing at Gibbs. "You don't really think it's okay to kick someone, do you?"

He scowled. "I guess not." He turned to face Gibbs. "But you were mean."

Mildred, who was sitting at the end of the couch with her book, tried very hard to keep a straight face - but she did make a noise, causing the others to look at her.

Jenny glanced at her husband, raised her eyebrows and motioned towards the nanny.

He nodded as he put his hand on the boy's shoulder. "There are a couple of other people I'd like you to meet. Mildred, this is my son, Sam."

If the older woman was surprised, she didn't show it. "It's very nice to meet you, young man."

Sam leaned a little closer to Gibbs and whispered, "She looks mean too."

Gibbs and Jenny chuckled.

"I can be, Sam… when little people or big people don't behave," she smirked.

The boy swallowed hard. So did Gibbs.

Jenny and Mildred shared a knowing look before the former went over to the playpen to retrieve her baby girl. She first took off her blazer, grabbed a towel and threw it over her shoulder. "Come here, sweet girl. There's someone I want you to meet." Before Jenny sat back down with the guys, she looked at the nanny once more. "I thought she'd be screaming or at least fussy. How'd you calm her down?"

Mildred smiled. "Bourbon."

Jenny and Gibbs both snorted.

"You know, I did have things in her bag to help with the pain," laughed Jenny as she took a seat on the coffee table again.

"I used whiskey on all of my kids. They survived – and so did I," added Mildred.

Julia nestled against Jenny's neck. She kissed the baby on her cheek before turning her around to face her daddy and brother.

Gibbs leaned forward, kissing his daughter on her head. "Sam, I want you to meet Julia. She's your baby sister."

"Baby sister?" Sam repeated, a bit confused. He noticed her drooling and made a face. "She's messy."

Jenny laughed. "She won't be like this forever. At least I hope not. That could make high school a bit awkward," she smirked.

Gibbs frowned as he reached for the baby, taking her from Jenny. "Stop teasing Jules. She's perfect no matter how much she drools."

Sam laughed. "Jules grools."

Gibbs groaned. "Great. Hope that doesn't stick with her through high school."

Jenny smiled. "Thanks a lot for that one, Daddy." She looked at the clock on the wall. "Who's ready for lunch?"

Gibbs nodded. "I'll go. What do you want, Sam?"

"Peanut butter and gelly."

Jenny smiled as she remembered her own fondness for that sandwich as a child. "How about some milk?"

Both Gibbs and Jenny were unprepared for the traumatized look that crossed Sam's face. He then burst into tears. They looked at each other, horrified and stunned into paralysis.

Downstairs in the bullpen, Tony heard his young friend's screams and immediately headed upstairs. He saw the shock on the adults' faces. "Sam!"

"Tony, they didn't ask for mug," he cried, as he ran towards Tony. The special agent bent down and took the boy in his arms and tried to console him. He saw the concern in Jenny's eyes and the anger in Gibbs.

"What the hell just happened?" Gibbs was irate.

Tony sighed. "We don't say m-i-l-k. It makes him think of his m-o-t-h-e-r, which makes this happen," he said motioning to the boy crying in his arms. "So instead I ask him if he wants to have some mud. It's our code word to avoid this."

Jenny was amazed. "How did you even think of that, Tony?" She ignored the glare she knew she was getting from her husband.

He tried to let go of Sam but the boy continued to cling to him. "Jeanne. I remembered her talking about doing something similar when she had her peds rotation. So I tried it out, and it seemed to work."

"Come over here, Sam," insisted Gibbs.

The boy kept a hand on Tony's shoulder but turned towards his father. "No," he pouted and then looked back to his friend. "I saw Mommy today."

Gibbs handed Julia back to Jenny and was about to get up when she glared at him, using her hand to hold him down. "Stop this," she whispered in a firm tone. "Listen to their conversation. You need to think of Sam's needs right now."

He glared right back at her before he stood up. "Getting lunch," he grunted as he walked out.

Tony kept his eyes on Sam, not wanting to see the anger on his mentor's face.

Jenny moved herself and Julia, who nuzzled into her neck again, over to the couch. When Tony looked at her, she simply shrugged.

"Okay, buddy, how'd it go? Did you get to talk to her?"

Sam nodded, his lower lip quivering. "She was still pretty, but it was a little scary."

Tony sat back on his knees. "I bet you were very brave. Did she say anything?"

He sniffled. "She said to stay with them," he said, pointing at Jenny. "But I can stay with you, right? I take care of you, and you take care of me."

Jenny's heart sank; she was relieved Jethro was out of the room. She rubbed her daughter's back and kissed her cheek, needing her comfort.

Tony looked at her sympathetically before turning his attention back to Sam. "I think you'll have a great time staying with Gibbs and Jenny."

"He's my gaddy. I have two gads," he said sadly, holding up two fingers.

Both Tony and Jenny perked up at that news. He took Sam's hand and walked him back over to the couch where they joined Jenny and Julia. "You know, Sam, you're incredibly lucky to have Gibbs as one of your two dads. I bet Abby, Tim and even me are a bit jealous of you. We all wish he was our dad."

Jenny smiled.

"Really? Why?" he asked, not impressed.

Tony leaned back against the couch. "He's a cool guy. He's very brave. He knows how to build boats. You like boats, don't you?" Sam nodded. "And Jenny here is pretty great too."

Sam glanced over his shoulder at her and then turned back to Tony. "Why?"

"Well, she used to be a secret agent with Ziva."

The boy's eyes widened as he turned to face Jenny. "You were? You shoot anyone?"

"Only if they were really, really bad and deserved it," she said.

"Wow."

Tony smiled. "She's also a really good fighter. And she dances too."

Jenny laughed. "Is that it for my good points?"

"You may want to help me out here."

She readjusted Julia to her other shoulder. "Let's see… I'm great at reading bedtime stories. I love to play games, and I believe I'm pretty good at giving hugs."

"What do you think, Sam? She sounds pretty great."

Sam still seemed a bit skeptical of Jenny. She sighed and realized her yelling at him earlier was going to be a big hurdle to get over. Gibbs returned and took in the sight before him - Tony with his wife and kids on the couch looking very cozy and comfortable. He wasn't pleased.

"Tony, maybe if you came too."

Gibbs groaned, causing all eyes to notice he was in the room. "Lunch," he said, shaking the bag.

The very special agent looked up. "I'm going now, Sam. We can talk some more after you eat."

"No, Tony, stay!" he pleaded.

Tony took one look at his boss and knew it wasn't a good idea. "I think I'd better go."

Jenny could see that Sam was about to start crying again and touched Tony's arm. "No, why don't you stay." The boy's look of relief was all she needed to know she did the right thing, despite the anger she could see on her husband's face.

"You sure?"

Gibbs grunted. "I don't think it's necessary."

"Yes it is," shouted Sam.

"Here's your sandwich and drink," Gibbs said as he placed the bags on the coffee table. "Jen, outside."

She groaned as she placed a now sleeping Julia down in her playpen. She followed her husband into Cynthia's office area. Her assistant was thankfully not around.

"Damn it, Jen. We don't need DiNozzo around. What do you think you're doing?"

She sighed. "Yes, we do. Your son is traumatized. What brings him comfort? Tony. I know that pisses you off, but it's true. And right now, your priority should be making him feel safe – not establishing yourself as his father. Doing that, putting his needs first, will prove that you're his father."

He struggled to keep his temper in check. "It's his fault that I'm on the outside looking in. I want him out."

Jenny took his hand and squeezed it. "It's not Tony's fault, other than these last two weeks. Vivienne is the reason for the last four years. But," she whispered, "yelling at her isn't easy because she's quite possibly dying. It's not fair to keep making Tony pay for what he thought was the right thing to do."

"He should have called me. I should have been the one comforting him after what happened, the one bonding with him," he said, pointedly. He saw that his words deflated his wife.

"So you regret our honeymoon?"

"No, that's not what I mean," he said, frustrated. "I just can't help but feel horrible about not being there for him. I missed his first four years of life. But here was a chance to be there for him – during the worst moment of his life – and Tony took that away from me!" he said, getting worked up. "And to top it off, when Sam was going through hell – where was I? Having two of the greatest weeks of my life. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?"

Jenny bit her lower lip, letting his words sink in. "You feel guilty," she sighed. "I get it. Well, you can hate me all you want, Jethro, but I'll never regret it. Those two weeks with you and Julia meant the world to me – I thought to us. I have a feeling it's what I'll be needing to hold onto for some time to come."

He gathered her in his arms and sighed. "It did mean the world to me too. I don't regret it. I just… the whole situation sucks and I don't know what to do."

She hugged him tightly. "Hold on to me – and never forget that there isn't anything we can't make it through as long as we're together."

He relaxed a bit in her arms. "I see you're still my secret weapon."

Jenny smiled. "Never forget it."