Disclaimer: Anyone you recognize, I do not own unfortunately. They are all owned by Donald Bellisario.

A/N: I am so sorry about the long delay in updating. My other Jibbs fic, the muses took over and didn't want to let go on some ideas coming up. Luckily I think the muses are returning so I can write the next few chapters.

****NCIS****

After spending the weekend in Stillwater, Gibbs and Jenny were on their way back home. "Can you stop at a gas station and get me some beef jerky?" Jenny asked, looking over at Gibbs with a cute pout.

"Sure, do you want anything else?" he asked, looking over at her-shaking his head at her pout.

"Well, since I can't have coffee, just get me a water."

"Do you want something else to eat besides beef jerky?"

Thinking over her options for a minute, she nodded. "Get me some cheddar and sour cream Ruffles and a big bag of Skittles."

"You got some weird cravings Jen," he chuckled lightly, as he got off at an exit and pulled into a gas station nearby.

"Well, I figured you could get me stocked up for a little while. I'm not necessarily eating them all now."

"Okay," he agreed, taking off his seatbelt and getting ready to get out. "Do you want me to get you some juice, too?"

"Sure, get me a grape Gatorade and a blueberry-pomegranate Gatorade."

"All right, I'll be right back."

Once Gibbs got Jenny's snacks and a few things for himself, he went back out to the car and almost dropped the stuff in a panic when he didn't see Jenny sitting in the passenger seat where he'd left her. "Jen!" he hollered, his eyes scanning the area around him. Hearing what sounded like someone retching around the side of the building, Gibbs put the snacks and drinks into the car and walked around there. "Honey, are you okay?"

"Yeah, just someone started lighting up a cigarette as soon as they walked out of the station, and the smell made me nauseous," she replied, wiping her mouth off with the back of her hand. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's all right," he replied, rubbing her back gently. "Are you okay now? Do you need to throw up again?"

"I'm okay," she said, smiling up at him-her right eye twitching just a bit. "Could you just bring the car over here so I can get in? I'm afraid to walk back over where it is, in case the smell is still lingering."

"No problem."

Once he had left to get the car, Jenny leaned against the side of the building-hoping to keep the rest of her breakfast down since they had a long drive ahead of them. "Okay, kiddo, you need to cooperate with Mama today. Daddy will drive me nuts if he thinks that I'm still sick."

****NCIS****

After getting back home, Gibbs placed a phone call to the team and told them to come over for dinner the next night-not giving Tony any more information than that.

"Jethro, I'm going to go take a nap," she said, looking over at him a little bleary eyed as he was heading toward the kitchen to get some coffee.

"Okay, well I'm going to go downstairs and start working on the crib. Do you think you'll feel like having dinner tonight?"

"I don't know, we'll see," she replied, going over and kissing him softly. "Love you."

"That'll be the day," he replied with a smirk, as he leaned in and kissed her softly again. "Love you, too."

Going upstairs, Jenny changed into her favorite pair of yoga pants, and one of Gibbs' old NIS t-shirts. Pulling her hair up into a twisted ponytail, she grabbed his pillow and hugged it to her, letting the sawdust and bourbon scent lull her to sleep.

As soon as Gibbs started measuring out the pieces of wood he needed, his phone started to ring. Worried that it might be Jenny, he grabbed it and looked at the caller ID- 'McGee calling.' "Yeah McGee," he said, answering it before it went over to voicemail.

"Boss, could I come over and talk to you about something?"

"Sure, is everything okay?"

"I want to talk to you about Abby," he said, hoping that the now subdued Goth didn't overhear him. "Well, Tony and I do. Abby's going to take Ziva to her PT appointment today, so we were going to stop by if that's okay."

"Sure, I'll see you when you get here," he replied, hanging up the phone.

*Jenny's dream*

"Jethro!" Jenny exclaimed, as she was running away from him in their Paris safe house. He was currently trying to get her back for 'accidentally' bumping him into their walk-in shower with his clothes on.

"Oh no, Jen, you deserve this payback," he said, reaching out and grabbing her around her waist, pulling her back against his wet chest.

"I'm sorry, it was completely an accident," she giggled, a sound that Gibbs found himself loving more every time he heard it. "I lost my balance and accidentally bumped into you."

"Yeah, sure," he snorted, carrying her back up the stairs to the bathroom. "I think you should get the same experience I had."

"You wouldn't," she challenged, looking into his eyes.

"Wouldn't I?"

"Just realize that if I go, I'm pulling you back in with me," she grumbled, hooking her fingers through the belt loops on his jeans.

"Hmm, doesn't sound like a bad idea," he said, as he walked into the shower with her, putting her under the spray as he reached behind her and turned the water back on.

"Jethro!" she exclaimed, pushing her now soaked hair from her face.

"Yeah, this is definitely better," he mumbled, backing her up against the wall and claiming her mouth with his.

*end dream*

Gibbs had gone upstairs after getting the phone call from McGee. He didn't want them going downstairs and seeing the plans he'd made for the crib. They weren't going to tell anyone till the next night, when they were over for dinner. Walking upstairs to their bedroom, he smiled lightly seeing Jenny curled up in the bed, holding onto his pillow. Making sure she was okay, he kissed her forehead gently before walking back downstairs. He had just entered the kitchen to grab a beer when Tony and McGee walked in.

"Hey boss," Tony said, going over to the fridge and getting him and McGee beers as well. "How's Jenny doing?"

"She's napping right now. Tried doing too much over the weekend," Gibbs replied, as they went into the living room and sat down. "Is Ziver's therapy on schedule?"

"Yeah, she said the doctor told her that she should be able to walk without her crutches soon," Tony replied, although he was going to secretly try and find out from the doctor if this was in fact true. Ziva was ready to break the crutches over her therapist's head, so he wasn't too sure if she was just saying it or not.

"How are you, McGee?"

"I've still got some headaches, but they're nothing too horrible," the young agent replied. "I go back for my, hopefully, final skin graft in a couple weeks."

"So why are you guys all worried about Abby?" Gibbs questioned, hating that they'd waited till now to say anything to him.

"She's not sleeping boss," McGee started, looking down at his shaking hands. "She's not even drinking her ten a day Caf-Pows. I've tried to get her to talk about it, but anytime I ask, she just clams up and says she's fine."

"Yeah, it's like the bombing may not have injured her too bad physically, but mentally she's been damaged," Tony said, worried about the woman he thought of as a little sister. "She just focuses all her attention on helping McGee get better, or taking Ziva to her therapy appointments when I can't."

"One night we stayed up watching movies, and she fell asleep at some point during "Groundhog Day." She woke up towards the end screaming. I know she's having nightmares about the bombing, but she won't tell any of us what they're about," McGee informed him, hoping that Gibbs could get Abby to talk about what happened before it crippled her in more ways than one.

"All right, when you guys come over tomorrow for dinner, I'll pull her off to the side and talk to her then," Gibbs offered, knowing that getting Abby to talk about her feelings may not be as easy as they were hoping for.

****NCIS****

A few hours later, Jenny woke up from her nap. Getting out of bed, she went downstairs and found Gibbs working in the basement again on the crib. "Hey," she mumbled, her voice still laden with sleep.

"Did you have a good nap?" he asked, going over and hugging her to him.

"Yeah, dreamt about our time in Paris. That day I accidentally bumped you into the shower, you chased me all around the house," she replied with a smile. He pulled her over to the table with him to help sand down the bars for the crib.

"Accident my ass," he mumbled playfully, nipping her earlobe lightly with his teeth. "McGee and DiNozzo stopped by; they're worried about Abby."

"What's the matter with her?" she asked, stopping the sanding and looking up at him.

"She's apparently having nightmares and not sleeping at all hardly," he replied. "It's like the bombing has changed her personality completely. She's not drinking Caf-Pows even."

"Are you going to talk to her tomorrow?"

"Yeah, figure I'll grab her before we tell everyone the news."

"Sounds good to me. Maybe call McGee in the morning and have them come before the others. That way she won't feel like we're all ganging up on her."

"Okay, I'll do that," he said, letting his hand rest on her slightly swollen stomach.

****NCIS****

After spending a few hours working in the basement, Gibbs and Jenny were upstairs lying on the couch, his fingers running absently through her hair. They hadn't said much to each other, but both were content just holding each other close. Jenny was thinking about what the next few days were going to have in store for them. She still wasn't cleared to go back to work yet, and the FBI had caught up with Harper Dearing, leaving Gibbs and his team to sit and wait idly until a new building was found to place them in. She was also thinking about her impending conversation with Sec-Nav to give him her resignation. She wanted to do what was best for their baby, but she also didn't think she could just become a stay at home mom. Sitting up slightly, she pulled away from the protective hold Gibbs had on her. "Jethro, I need to ask you something, and I want you to be completely honest with me."

"Okay."

"Should I resign from the director's position?" she asked, knowing they'd discussed already how he'd feel, but she was still uncertain.

"Jen, I just want you to be happy," he replied, grabbing her hand in his. "If you don't think you'll be happy being a stay-at-home mom, then don't resign. I don't want to tell you to do something, then you do it and resent me later."

"Well, you're no help," she mumbled, moving back to lie against his side again. "I don't want the baby to feel like I don't want to be there with them, if I choose to stay the director."

"Jen, parents work," he said bluntly, making her swat him in the stomach. "Our baby wouldn't know any different if you went back to work. They would just see it as normal life."

"I guess you're right."

"Good. Now what do you want for dinner?" he asked, kissing the top of her head. "Want me to grill you up some chicken, and you can make a salad?"

"Yeah, that actually sounds pretty good," she replied, her stomach not as queasy as it had been earlier after the cigarette smoke made her sick.

After Gibbs went out into the backyard to fire up the grill, Jenny stood up and went out into the kitchen to get the stuff ready to make the salad-when everything around her went black.