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A/N: I realize some of these may be really short, but they are not supposed to be that long anyway. It's just missing snippets that came from the original story. Some may end up being longer than others, but it just depends on what inspiration I get.
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Jenny Shepard hardly got sick. If she did, it would mostly just be allergies and then she could take something for it, and be better the next day. When she woke up that morning with a queasy stomach and vomiting, she didn't know what was causing it. She hadn't eaten anything bad and she really wasn't around anyone with a stomach virus. Right when she was going to call Gibbs and ask him if he was feeling sick from the Kentucky Fried Chicken dinner they had; realization dawned on her.
"Oh shit," she muttered, as she went and got her planner. Looking at the date, she quickly counted back and realized she could be pregnant.
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After getting a quick shower, she got ready for work and didn't wait for Gibbs to call and offer a ride. Once she arrived at the Navy Yard she went up to her office and asked Cynthia to hold all her calls. Settling in, she called her doctor and got a referral to a well trusted OB-GYN. Calling and setting up an appointment for later in the afternoon, she had just hung up the phone when Gibbs walked in.
"There was an explosion on the U.S.S Kennedy," he said, "two confirmed dead."
"Do you know if it was accidental?"
"No idea yet. Just wanted to let you know before we headed out."
Getting up from her desk, she walked over and hugged him. "Be careful out there Jethro," she said softly, pulling back to look him in the eye, "I will probably be in MTAC all day. Call my cell when you get back."
Leaning down, Gibbs captured her lips with his. "Love you," he whispered, "I need to go before DiNozzo comes up here."
"Love you too." She replied, as he leaned in and gave her another quick kiss, before he left the office.
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After Jenny came back from her appointment, she was still reeling from the shock that she is actually pregnant. Even though she had thought it, to have a doctor confirm—it sent her into the shock she was currently in. True to what she had told Gibbs, she was in MTAC the remainder of the day. Getting a call from him saying that Tony and Ziva would be meeting up with Stan Burley in Spain; to interrogate a contractor who was hired by someone to rig the Kennedy up to catch fire—they were hoping to get a name out of him.
Putting down her phone, she let out a frustrated sigh. She knew that right then would not be a good time to tell Gibbs about the pregnancy. HE had to stay focused on the case in order to catch the terrorist.
"Cynthia," she said, looking over at her assistant, as she felt another wave of nausea come on, "would you please ask Dr. Mallard if he would mind fixing me a cup of his Earl Grey tea?"
"Right away Director." She answered, as she got up and left the room.
"Hurry and catch this bastard Jethro," she mumbled, laying her hand inconspicuously on her stomach, "I don't know how long I can keep this a secret.
