A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews-we've broken 100! You guys make my day :) I just learned that I managed to pull in a summer job, so unfortunately, that means less writing time for me. I'll update when I can, but it most likely won't be nearly as much as it has been in the recent weeks.

Disclaimer: I own my OCs and the plot.

Jenny Gibbs was exhausted.

For the past three weeks, both her team and her husband's had been hit with case after case, with barely any time to breathe. Right now, her husband was wrapping up a case which had begun with a decomposed bride. Right up her husband's alley.

Her team had just closed a case with a robbery and murder, the murderer being the victim's step-father. Gianna had taken a tumble chasing the perpetrator, and was nursing a sprained ankle. Jenny was more than sure that Tony would be more than willing to care for her-everyone was noticing how much time the two were spending together.

Right now, she was unlocking the front door, pushing inside to the darkened house. She tossed her keys onto the side table and placed her purse beside it, heading into the kitchen to quickly eat something before getting in bed.

She ate a yogurt before trudging up the stairs, exhaustion in every step. Collapsing on the bed, she was too tired to get in pajamas, so she merely pulled off her pants and top and curled up under the sheet in her tank top and panties.

She fell asleep almost instantly, her sleep filled with odd dreams and images. She awoke at around one, her heart racing and her breathing erratic, disoriented by the dark room. Turning her head, she relaxed when she found her husband lying next to her in bed, sound asleep.

Lying back down, she moved closer to him, feeling his arm automatically wrap around her and pull her closer as she rested against his bare chest, his skin warm against hers. His eyes blinked open slowly, sleep still clouded in the cobalt irises.

"Jen?" he asked, his voice hoarse. She kissed his chest lightly, finding his hand and linking their fingers.

"Go back to sleep," she whispered, curling closer and feeling him relax again. He kissed her hair sleepily and ran his hand over her back, closing his eyes as he let sleep reclaim him. Jenny closed her eyes against his chest, her hand resting directly over his heart, the steady beating lulling her back to sleep.

When she awoke the next morning, she felt horrible.

Her stomach was queasy, her head hurt, and her body ached liked she'd been run over by a truck. She opened her eyes slowly, wincing at the sunlight streaming in from the window. She sat up slowly, the nauseous feeling growing. When she stood it burst, and she ran to the bathroom, retching into the toilet as her stomach rumbled.

Jethro heard his wife get out of bed first, and when he heard the sounds of her throwing up, he was alert and awake. He grabbed a shirt and pulled it over his head as he headed for the bathroom, finding Jenny leaning over the toilet.

He knelt beside her and took over holding her hair away from her face, rubbing her back gently. She coughed and let out a soft moan, leaning back against him.

Jethro handed her the cloth he'd grabbed and watched as she wiped her mouth, continuing to rub her back. She took a deep breath and looked at him, her eyes slightly red.

"I think I have the flu," she said, her voice slightly hoarse. "I feel like I've been run over by a truck."

"You have been going nonstop for three weeks," Jethro replied, watching as she stood to fill a cup up with water to rinse her mouth.

"So have you," she commented, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't get sick," he replied simply, and Jenny rolled her eyes.

"Hopefully this is only a 24 hour bug," she said with a sigh, holding her stomach in one hand. Concern flushed through Jethro, and he stood, leading her back into the bedroom.

"Get back in bed," he ordered softly, and she raised an eyebrow in question. "C'mon Jen I haven't been able to take care of you when you were sick since before you left for Europe. Please?"

Jenny relented at his words and let him help her back into bed, curling up with her face in his pillow. Lying on her back, she looked up at him.

"Do we have tea?" she asked, getting comfortable in the sheets. He nodded, leaning down to brush his lips over her forehead.

"I'll be back in a minute," he answered and then headed out of the room, leaving Jenny shaking her head in amusement.

When he returned her brought her a cup of tea and a plate of toast with strawberry jam, and she smiled and sat up, leaning back against the pillows. He set the tea on the bedside table and handed her the plate with the toast before settling in next to her. She nibbled the toast, waiting for her stomach to rebel, but thankfully it remained calm.

After she'd eaten half a piece of toast and taken a sip of her tea she curled up against her husband, closing her eyes against the exhaustion that overwhelmed her.

"I'm going to fall asleep again, so unless you want me to fall asleep on you, I'd move," she mumbled against his chest, feeling his chest rise with his laughter.

"I don't mind being your pillow," he said, running his hands through her hair in a slow rhythm, lulling her closer and closer to unconsciousness. "Get some sleep Jen-you tossed and turned most of the night anyway."

She tried to whack him, but couldn't find the energy to get a good hit. Cursing under her breath, she kept her eyes closed.

"I hate you."

"Nah, I don't buy it," her husband replied, amusement coloring his tone. Jenny was too tired to respond anymore, and merely sighed, shaking her head.

Then, she let sleep take her.

She woke up a few hours later, the room darker than earlier and a storm raging outside the window. A clap of thunder boomed outside and she jumped, alerting her husband, who she was still using as a pillow.

"Some storm," he said as he sat up, helping her up as well. Before she could reply her stomach turned and she was back in the bathroom, leaning over the toilet. Since her stomach was practically empty she brought up mostly bile, choking on the taste. Sitting back and wiping her mouth, she groaned.

"I hate getting sick," she said, standing to brush her teeth to remove the taste. Her husband stood behind her and rubbed her shoulders, sending her to heaven. "I do not, however, hate the talent your hands possess."

Jethro let a smirk touch his lips as his hands moved lower on her back, making her raise an eyebrow.

"Your stomach feel okay for food, or no?" he asked, and she frowned, shaking her head.

"I don't think I can eat," she answered, holding her hands over her stomach. "I'll try some tea."

She slipped her around his waist as they walked downstairs as his arm came around her shoulders and his lips pressed against her temple. She let a smile touch her lips as they headed for the kitchen, her hand resting on his chest. She took a seat at the kitchen table, watching as her husband set up the tea kettle before pulling out a frozen pizza for himself.

She glanced at the fridge, where two of the pictures that Sierra had colored where stuck with some tape, and smiled. She'd enjoyed the weekend with the girls, and she knew her husband had as well. Having children in the house had brought back memories for Jethro, but it had also shown her what to expect if they were able to have a baby.

"Whatcha thinkin' about Jen?" Jethro asked after a few moments of comfortable silence, placing a cup of hot tea in front of his wife.

"Kids," she answered honestly, her voice quiet. Instantly her husband's face softened and he sat down next to her, taking her hand in his and running his thumb along the back of it.

"Jen…"

"Jethro, it's been months," Jenny whispered, her eyes growing wet as she tried to remain composed. "And it still hasn't happened. What if…"

She couldn't say it out loud, but her silence spoke for her. Her husband swallowed, his hand squeezing hers gently.

"We can get help," Jethro said after a moment, and Jenny looked at him, her green eyes colored with curiosity. "From a doctor."

"You would be willing to do that?" she asked, her eyes widening.

"I'd be willing to do anything to make you happy, Jenny," Jethro said, cupping her face in his hands and brushing away the tears that fell, his forehead pressing against hers. "I want this just as much as you do, and if that's what it takes…I'll do it."

Jenny's only response was to kiss him, her hands coming up to slip around his neck and pull him closer. She smiled against his lips, opening her eyes as she pulled away, her hands cupping his cheeks.

"I love you," she said softly, her forehead pressed firmly against his. He was just happy to see a smile back on her face, and he kissed her again.

"Love you too," he said, pulling her more firmly into his lap.

"Are you sure you aren't worried about getting sick?" she asked, wrinkling her nose at him as she straddled him in the chair. "I mean, I know you don't get sick but…you're being introduced to a lot of germs."

"I won't get sick," her husband said arrogantly, confidence filling his voice. Jenny rolled her eyes, running her hands through his hair.

"Don't come crying to me when you wake up and feel like the room is spinning counterclockwise," she replied, sliding off of him so that she could take a sip of tea. "I think your pizza is burning."

Jethro let out a low curse as he stood, pulling the hot, slightly-burned pizza out of the oven and setting it on top of the stove. He turned and mock-glared at her, making her laugh into her tea cup.

"Don't blame me. You were the one who wanted me on your lap," she said, shrugging as she took another sip of tea. He rolled his eyes, pulling out a beer and taking a sip.

"Ah, it was worth it," he replied, and she let out a laugh.

"Good answer."

Two weeks later they were sitting the waiting area of one of the best fertility clinics in DC.

"Jenny Gibbs?" a nurse asked as she stepped through a doorway, a clipboard in hand. Together the couple followed her to an exam room, where they waited for the doctor. Jenny sat on the exam table while Jethro stood beside it, holding her hand as she swung her legs nervously.

"Jen, it's gonna be fine," he said in her ear, kissing her temple. She sighed, running a hand through her hair.

"What if they find that…that I can't have children?" she asked softly, raising her eyes to his, biting her lip nervously.

"Then we'll work through it," he answered, cupping her face in his hands and brushing his lips softly over hers. There was a knock on the door and they separated, though Jethro kept his grip on her hand.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Smith," the young, brunette doctor said, her smile bright for so early in the morning. "I hear you want to get pregnant?"

"We've tried for months and nothing," Jenny said with a nod, her mouth twisting slightly.

"Well, you came to the right place," Dr. Smith replied, her eyes sympathetic. "I'm going to take some blood and ask some questions, and we'll see what's keeping you two from having a baby. How does that sound?"

"Perfect," Jenny replied, smiling.

If this gave them a baby, then those words were music to Jenny's ears.