Well first a huge thank you to my amazing beta, VerityFrancesB, thank you for putting up with my terrible grammar and babble LOL. Then a huge thank you to all of my reviewers, you are the reason this story got written faster than I anticipated. I hope you have enjoyed this little journey with me.

This is the final chapter and I hope it lives up to what ever kind of expectations you have or had.

Disclaimer for the entire story: I wished I owned just a tiny bit of NCIS but Santa didn't bring it to me, so I will have to do with the playing I get to do here.

Enjoy!

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Chap. 10

Now 9 months pregnant and ready to pop at any day, Gibbs had fully moved in with Jen, not much left at his old house. Neither of them thought that it would be that easy to live together but it sure made it a lot easier for Jethro to keep an eye on Jenny and her condition. For the past week she had been feeling weird, and Secnav had told her to just go on her leave now, and try to relax, she wouldn't get much of that once the baby was born. But once again Jen wouldn't listen.

Gibbs had refused to take in any cases that would have him and his team leave the building, and if it was necessary he would, unlike him, send out one from his team and stay put himself. He needed to be there once Jen went into labor.

But suddenly a phone call came in, and as Gibbs hung up he had to say the usual to his team 'Gear up!' but that was all he got out before a piercing scream stopped everyone and everything in the entire building, even Jethro Gibbs froze. When he suddenly caught on, he immediately knew it was Jen, and in a millisecond he was upstairs and almost in her office.

He burst through the door "Jenny what's wrong?"

"Oh hi Jethro, not much, just thought I would alert you that your son wants to make his way into this world today, and soon….!" She trailed of as another hard contraction hit her.

"How on earth can you be so calm? And I guess he is like us, always drops by at a bad time!"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I was just on my way out to a new case…"

"But you haven't wanted to leave the building for a week now because you wanted to be here for this and then when you are ready to leave he wants to come out. Why couldn't you have done that a few weeks earlier?"

"Done what Jen?" He questioned as he moved to sit besides her, rubbing her lower back.

"Try to leave! Maybe that would have gotten him out sooner!" She grabbed his hand and held on tight.

"Ok we need to get you to that hospital now!"

"You think?"

He stared at her, and reached across her desk "Cynthia, would you please make sure the Directors vehicle is ready to leave with a police escort in 3½ minutes, Thank you!" He looked at Jenny with a look that said everything.

As they walked across the catwalk for the elevator, Gibbs glanced down at the bullpen that seemed to freeze once more when they realized why they all had heard a piercing scream, and just before the elevator doors closed a large number of cell phones beeped all receiving the same message 'It's time' all eyes was clued to the elevator doors that had just closed and they were only interrupted when Abby's voice could be heard, shouting her happiness.

Meanwhile in the car, Jenny was getting more and more angered. She had decided a long time ago that she didn't want to be yelling and scream her head of when it came to this point in the pregnancy, but as the labor was progressing she started to understand that she couldn't decided such a thing, and Gibbs's comments during every contraction didn't help. His 'breath Jen breath' every time a contraction hit made her more and more irritable.

"Jethro did you really think that you had to share with the entire population of DC that your son is entering the world?" She hissed out through her teeth.

"Oh you don't like the sirens?" He tried to humor her, but she didn't hear him.

"And if you tell me one more time to breath during a contraction I will personally see to it that you don't breathe…ever again!"

"Ok Jenny, I promise I won't say anything like that again, just as long as you promise you wont say you hate me!"

"I can't make that promise because right now I do hate you, do you know how much this hurts. No I don't think you do, so just shut up and hold my hand!" she ordered in her director voice, and Jethro didn't dare do anything than what she had said.

As they arrived at the hospital, Jenny insisted upon walking in herself, but the sirens had alerted quite a few people, journalists and so on, so outside the hospital doors a huge group of medical staff stood, and when she tried to stubbornly walk in herself and was held back from doing so from a contraction Gibbs practically picked her up and planted her in the wheelchair a poor nurse was holding.

"You damn stubborn woman, take the help you are offered. Believe me when I say you need all the strength you can find!" he kissed her hard on the mouth and rubbed a hand over her belly.

Jenny simply nodded and agreed, Gibbs broke of the eye contact and looked up at the nurse "She is in labor, and has been for a few hours so I would suggest that you get her prepped and the midwife in the room, mostly because she has under a minute between her contractions." And off they went.

Everything after Jenny was dressed in the hospital gown was a blur, the combination of pain, reassuring words, kisses, instructions and all the other things made it all fade into one big mess. The first thing Jenny really registered was when the midwife said "Now just give me one more big push and he will be out!" and then the wail from her newborn son.

When he was placed in her arms she couldn't hold back all the happy tears that had gathered in her eyes.

"He is so beautiful!" she sobbed.

"He definitely is Jen."

"I never thought I would be granted this feeling, this is amazing Jethro." She looked up at him for the first time since she got to hold her son.

"You could just have said it, I would have given it to you much earlier! Have you thought about a name?"

"George!"

"Just perfect Jen!"

"I hope so, and I hope that we can agree upon a last name later on but I don't want to worry about that right now!"

"You don't have to!" He kissed her forehead tenderly and felt her tilt her head back to once again look up at him.

"Merry Christmas daddy!"

"Jen, it's September, you are a bit early for that!"

"Well this little miracle was conceived just before Christmas last year so he must be a Christmas present, early or late I don't care. Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas!"

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