AN: I couldn't stop writing tonight. So, here's the last "Official" chapter. I am working on one last alternate ending piece. I think Kort got off way to easy!

Jenny opened her eyes, to see a sleeping Gibbs next to her. She glanced around the room, trying to access where she was. The last thing she remembered, she was in her father's house. She quickly realized she was in a hospital. And she couldn't move. Her eyes darted to Gibbs. She tried to speak, but could only grunt. But it was loud enough to wake Gibbs.

"Thank God." Gibbs whispered, as pushed the nurse's button.

"Yes?"

"She's awake." Within minutes, the room was flooded with doctors and nurses. They removed the breathing tubes, and untied her hands. Gibbs walked out in the chaos, and went to the waiting room. He grinned, seeing Tony and Ziva sleep in each other's arms on the couch. He cleared his throat, causing them both to jump up.

"Any change, boss?"

"She's awake," They both sigh with relief, "You heard from Fornell yet?" Tony nods.

"He said Trent Kort was reassigned. We won't be hearing from him again."

"Good. That's good work, Tony. Why don't you two tell the others she's OK. Especially Abby. She's been calling me every hour on the hour. Then go get some rest."

"You sure, boss? We can take the first shift." Gibbs smirked, walking back to the room. Jenny was fast asleep again. He pushed the chair over to her, and grasped her frail hand. He couldn't stop his tears from falling on her hand.

"Jethro." He lifted his hand.

"You did your five year plan. You accomplished everything you wanted to accomplish . . ."

"Not everything." He looked at her questioningly.

"What's left?"

"You."

"Me?"

"I love you, Jethro."

"I never stopped loving you, Jen." He kissed her hand.

"Too bad I'm dying." He laughs.

"Like hell you are. You're going to get out of that bed, and you're going to be OK." She shook her head, sadly.

"I have a brain tumor over my left frontal lobe, Jethro. It could be a matter of weeks before it explodes." He laughs again, "What are you laughing at? This isn't funny."

"You went into surgery a week ago. It's gone, Jen."

"How?"

"Your father. He said it was the least he could do."

"You mean . . ."

"Yeah. They were able to remove the entire mass without damaging the lobe. You don't feel the gauze on your head?" She laughs.

"I was in such a panic, I didn't notice." They both shared a long laugh.

"Leon said the job is yours when you get back." Gibbs said, changing the subject.

"Jethro, I've spent the better part of my life working for NCIS. I'm tired. I think I'm going to spend the rest of it living for me."

"Sounds like a good idea." Gibbs said, kissing her passionately.