(Italics are flashbacks or thoughts not said out loud)

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or any characters portrayed in this story except for the ones I made up. And if you don't know which ones those are, then you shouldn't be reading NCIS fanfic. LOL

Last chapter guys, I hope everyone enjoys....

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That night Gibbs laid awake in bed, the notions in his gut churning so much that it prevented him from being able to fall asleep. He tossed again, facing the bedroom door. He felt Jenny snuggle up against his back and wrap her arm around him, rubbing her hand up and down his chest. "Whassa matter?," she mumbled, more asleep than awake. He shifted, placing his arm around her so her head could rest on his chest.

"Nothing, go back to sleep," he whispered, kissing the top of her head softly. Something like a radar was going off in his gut, sending him the strongest feeling he'd ever felt.

"I can hear you thinking, Jethro." She shifted her head and lifted one of her legs to rest across him. He rubbed his hand up and down her back, knowing she would fall back asleep within a matter of minutes. When he heard her breathing even out, he knew his trick had worked.

However, he himself continued to stare up at the ceiling until he heard a noise at the door. So lost in thought the sound had surprised him and he jerked slightly, his hand immediately going to the nightstand to reach for his gun. He stopped mid-action when he saw what had caused the noise.

Lauren was standing in the doorway to the room, holding her overstuffed doll by the hand and it drug behind her. She just stood there in the dark and he could hear her sobbing. "Daddy," she cried softly. He slipped out of bed quickly, trying not to wake Jenny in the process.

He padded across the room and picked her up when he reached her. "What's wrong, Honey?," he asked. She buried her face into his shirt, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"There's a monster in my room," she whispered, refusing to let go of him.

"Jethro?," Jenny mumbled, lifting her head slightly. When she noticed he was standing there with Lauren, she sat up a little more.

Any other night, he would have walked her back to her room and showed her that there was no monster before tucking her back into bed. But his gut was still churning for a reason. "It's okay," he kissed the side of her head and carried her over to the bed where Jenny moved aside and made room for her.

"In the window, Daddy," she held tightly to him.

"Want me to see?," he asked her. She nodded and he laid her down next to Jenny. He opened the closet door and grabbed the lock box on the top shelve that held his gun. He checked it then walked slowly down the hallway, slipping in Deacon's room first to make sure he was alright.

Gun drawn, he made his way down the end of the hallway where Lauren's room was. He lifted his weapon and spun to the other side of the wall, checking that perimeter of the room before entering. He checked her closet and glanced around the room, then his eye caught something that threw him off guard. Lauren's window was open. Not only was her window open, the screen had been removed. He quickly shut the window and secured the latch so that it was locked, then made his way through the rest of the house, checking everything before heading back to his room.

"Everything okay?," Jenny asked with Lauren curled into her side. He nodded and removed the clip and slug from his gun, making sure the safety was on before he slipped it back onto the top shelf but leaving it out of the lock box just in case. Gibbs decided it best to discuss it with Jenny in the morning rather than get into it at this time of night. Someone had been near his house and now he definately wasn't going to be able to sleep.

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Gibbs heard the bickering before the elevator doors even opened, deciding to not look up yet. Just as expected all three of his agents walked in, their voices quieting down when they realized he was already in. He'd been a little apprehensive calling Jenny's protection detail to the house this morning, but couldn't wait any longer to get to the office and figure out what went on.

"McGee, I need you to go to the safe house and lift fingerprints from Lauren's bedroom window. The screen is still outside the window on the ground so I need prints from that too and check the area out. Bring in anything suspicious," he immediately spoke up.

"On it, Boss," McGee grabbed his gear and headed out, deciding it was best to do what he was told and ask questions later.

"Boss?," Tony and Ziva stood in front of his desk, waiting, hoping for him to explain to them what was going on.

"There was an intruder at my house last night. Lauren's window was open and the screen was removed," he told them, typing something in on his keyboard.

"Is she okay?," Tony asked.

Gibbs was in no mood to do this right now. "She's fine, Tony. Would I be here if she wasn't?" He hadn't meant to snap but it was his way of letting them know he wasn't going to beat around the bush on this one.

Ziva turned to Gibbs. "I'm going to go out on a tree-", she started when Tony jumped in.

"Limb," he corrected her and she glared at him for interrupting.

"Whatever. I'm going to go out on a limb here, Gibbs. But proper procedure when you leave the country, a passport must be scanned through customs and its filed, letting us know who left the country and who entered the country."

Gibbs looked up at her and for once wished she hadn't been thinking what he was. Tony watched them look at each other in silence. "Wait, you can't be thinking, what I think you're both thinking. Are you?," he asked a little confused.

"Don't just stand there, get on it," he motioned to Ziva to get moving. If she was right and his passport wasn't prosessed, he was still in the country.

"Boss, want me to go help Probie?," Dinozzo asked, watching Gibbs head out of the squad room.

"No, Dinozzo. You can get me a coffee, though," he grinned, his back to Tony, imagining the look that was on his face. "Now, Dinozzo."

Gibbs made his way to Abby's lab and leaned over her shoulder, slipping a Cafpow in front of her. "Thanks, Gibbs," she smiled and continued to type on her keyboard. "Whats all this?," he asked.

"Oh just finishing up some work. What can I do for ya?," she smiled and watched him walk to the big screen in the front of her lab.

"I need you to pull up all the information for unloading a couple million dollars from D.C. Community Bank," he said.

"Ooo Gibbs, something you're not telling me?," she laughed and he turned and gave her his infamous look that told her he was being serious. "Okay, okay. But if we're planning to rob the bank, I want fifty percent."

"Twenty-five," he responded.

"Thirty," she countered back.

"Abs," he warned, looking back to the screen.

"Alright, twenty-five. Sheesh." She typed furiously for a moment and then pulled up a picture of the digital screen. "He would have had to use his fingerprint to get past this. No amount of ID or proof of anything would get him past this door. He could show information that he was the president but without the president's print, he wouldn't get into that safe right there."

"The finger missing from petty officer Smith's body," Gibbs mumbled. "Thanks Abs," he kissed her cheek and walked out the doorway. "McGee will be back with fingerprint samples hopefully, I'm gonna need them asap." He called out from the hallway before stepping back into the elevator.

"Gibbs," he answered as his phone began to ring.

"Gibbs, I talked to customs. No one by either name left the country. He's here somewhere," Ziva told him.

"Find him!," he ordered into the phone. He pressed the down button again, his time at the office was done. If Granger was still in the country then it fueled his suspicions and he knew he was right. Granger was at his house last night and he had to get there quick.

Suddenly his phone began to ring again. "Tell me what you got, McGee."

"I've got a crime scene," McGee spoke softly.

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Gibbs raced back to his house with Dinozzo. He jumped out of the car before it even stopped and ran through the lawn, bursting in through the front door. In the living room there were two men lying face first on the floor. One was one of Jenny's protection detail he could immediately tell by his clothing and the other was someone unknown. He ran down the hallway and jumped over another dead body. The second protection detail. When he reached the kitchen he saw the last protection detail, dead on the floor.

Nononono, his head was swimming with thoughts and suddenly he was hit with flashbacks from years ago dealing with Shannon and Kelly's deaths. They're not dead, Jethro. Get a grip, he told himself, repeating it over and over in his head.

From the other room, he heard McGee yelling. "Boss, Boss! He's alive!," Gibbs followed his voice and went back to the unknown man who was probably shot down from one of the protection detail.

"Where did he take them?," Gibbs demanded, pulling the man up by his shirt.

"I....In....," he breathed, blood spouting from his mouth. The medics were behind Gibbs, trying to get in there to help the man but Gibbs shrugged them away. "Warehouse," he whispered before falling limp. Gibbs jumped up and ran outside with McGee who was already on the phone with Abby, getting the nearest warehouse location.

"Boss, Abby's got two locations nearby," he handed Gibbs a slip of paper with an address on it. "I got the other one," he said as they each jumped into their respected cars.

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Gibbs approached the abandoned building, noticing the windows cracked out of most of it. He slammed his hand on top of his truck, not seeing any sign of any cars around, wondering if McGee had gotten the right one. Still, he checked his gun before entering the building.

"I was beginning to wonder when you were going to show up," he heard a voice come from behind him and turned quickly, pointing his gun at Todd who was standing there alone.

"Where are they?," Gibbs demanded, slowly approaching Todd, who held his hands in the air as if to show he had no weapon on him.

Todd made a loud whistle and a man came out, dragging Jenny in front of him. Except for being dirty and her clothing torn a little, she looked to be alright to Gibbs. "Jen?," he asked, his eyes trained on Todd.

She nodded and said, "I'm alright, Jethro-"

"Shut up!," the man holding her yelled. He pulled her head back by her hair, pressing the gun firmly against her temple and she yelped slightly.

"Give it up. You're not getting out of this, Todd. Not with all the accusations against you. Where are my kids?," he questioned.

"They're safe, for now. I wouldn't be too worried about them right now, she's the one I want. They just happened to be there when I took her," Todd smiled and walked over to Jenny, brushing the hair from her face.

"Tell him how we're going to get married, honey," Todd spoke to her. "Tell him," he demanded. Seeing an open window, Gibbs took a shot and hit the man with the gun right between the eyes. The man fell to the ground and Jenny jumped aside, taking this opportunity to run back through the warehouse, Todd hot on her tail. Three more shots rang out as Gibbs gunned Todd down. He chased Jenny, following her to the basement where Deacon and Lauren sat there tied up.

He helped her untie them and pulled all three of them into his arms, breathing a sigh of relief that they were alright and this was all over.

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"So let me get this straight, you and Ziva are being credited for pretty much solving the case and I'm being issued harassment charges because of the incident at the airport?," Tony complained, walking with McGee back to the group of people who were sitting around the pool.

"That's right, Tony," McGee grinned. "It is always you, isn't it?"

"What are you trying to say, McProbious?," Tony sat down his plate of hamburgers and hot dogs while McGee sat down his full of steaks. The two had been in charge of the grilling and couldn't stop arguing.

"What he's trying to say, dear boy is that for some odd reason, you're easily targeted," Ducky smiled under his hat as he sat under the umbrella with Deacon, helping to feed the boy. Ziva, Gibbs and Abby were in the pool with Lauren, splashing around.

"Foods up," Palmer said, emerging from the house with an assortment of foods to accompany what McGee and Tony had already brought out.

"Where's Jenny?," Gibbs asked, wiping the water off of his face as he emerged from the pool.

"Oh, she's uh inside. Said she had to do something then she'd be right out," Palmer smiled at him, taking his seat at the large table as everyone else began to gather around.

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Jenny paced outside the closed bathroom door, running a hand through her hair. She was dressed in her bikini, waiting impatiently to go back outside and join the others. What's wrong, Jenny? Why does the bathroom door have to be closed? I mean, you can't be anyways. You know what the test will read, its probably nothing. You probably just have a small bit of food poisoning from yesterday and Ducky will check you out, everything will be fine... She stopped her thought process as her timer went off.

She stood nervously outside the bathroom door, then opened it cautiously as if expecting something to jump out and attack her. Making her way into the bathroom, she picked up the small stick, lying on a tissue by the sink. She picked it up and read it. "Oh Lord...," she sighed, giving it a few hard shakes as if that would somehow miraciously change it.

"Oh no," she felt his breath over her shoulder as he glanced down at what she had in her hand. "Maybe the blue plus means...uh...no," he said.

Jenny bit her lip and lifted her head, meeting his gaze in the mirror. The look she gave him caused him to take two steps back. "Jen, I- I can explain," he mocked fright as she turned on him, advancing on him slowly.

"Oh you better cause this is all your fault," she smiled as he tripped slightly, not seeing his shoe in the middle of the floor.

"All MY fault?," he asked, stumbling backwards. She shoved him hard on the chest and sent him back onto the bed. "I thought it took two to tango," he smiled at her as she climbed on top of him, straddling his waist.

"I just hope you're prepared for the next nine months of hell," she smiled and leaned down to attack his lips, kissing him thoroughly.

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After a few minutes, both Jenny and Gibbs joined their crew outside who hadn't waited for them, digging in already. They sat down and gave each other little smiles across the table as they enjoyed a cookout with their whole family. Jenny's eyes caught Ceilia heading towards them with Anna who was holding a large manila envelope. "Ma'am someone here to see you," Ceilia said as Anna handed it to Jenny who looked at it with a raised eyebrow. "Thank you, Ceilia, please sit and join us. You two Anna."

As Ceilia took a seat, Anna stood there and smiled, looking a little confused as to why Gibbs was there also. "Actually, I was hoping you could sign these so I can get back to the office and process them for you." Jenny opened the envelope as everyone watched her pull out two stacks of papers, holding them up as she smiled at Gibbs.

"Make that four ex-wives," Tony whispered to Ziva, then noticed the warning look Ducky gave him.

Jenny tore both stacks in half, then placed them back into the manila envelope, handing it back to Anna. "Thanks for all your help, Anna. But I don't think Jethro should be disgraced anymore by making this ex-wife number four. He's kinda grown on me, ya know. And besides, he has another nine months with me whether he likes it or not," Jenny joked and leaned to the side to place a kiss on his lips.

"Here, here," Ducky smiled and raised his glass to the couple.

"Here, what? Are we supposed to give them our glass?," Ziva asked, quite confused as she watched everyone put their glass together in the middle of the table. She looked from McGee to Tony who she sat in between. They both sighed and shared a look. They each grabbed a side of her and lifted her, tossing her right in the pool. Lauren giggled and ran over as a huge pool fight started.

Gibbs and Jenny sat back, gazing at each other as if no one else existed. "Ya know, Jenny, I been thinking," Gibbs smiled and took her hand, placing a kiss on the top of it. She leaned back, curious as to what he was going to say. "We're gonna need a bigger house."

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Ok, so that's it for this story. Hope everyone liked it and I intend on starting another one, so if anyone wants to bombard me with ideas, feel free.

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