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Jenny had done exactly the opposite of what Gibbs had told her, and raced to her house. She jumped out of the car, her gun drawn, and raced for her front door, even as Melvin yelled after her. Pushing the already ajar door open, she stepped inside the dark house, shifting her eyes down at the sound of glass crunching beneath her feet. As she brought her head back up, she gasped at the feeling of a cold barrel against her temple, and the click of the safety being released.

She only relaxed, shutting her eyes in relief, when it was a familiar gravelly voice that spoke, "What do you want?"

"Jetro?" she breathed, hoping that it was not simply wishful thinking. She exhaled when the gun lowered, but took a sharp intake of breath in fear once more when her intruder spun her to him in a choke hold before dragging her to the doorway, his gun drawn. He released her, grabbing her gently by the waist instead, as she stumbled back against him, gasping for breath. At that moment Melvin appeared at the door, his gun drawn. "I'm fine Melvin," she reassured the young man, who was looking at her as if she had lost her mind. She had, temporarily.

Her driver was quiet for some time before returning to the conversation that was conducted each night, "I'll secure the premises Director."

"Oh that's not necessary Melvin. Agent Gibbs has already done so for me. You can go home."

"I don't mind ma'am."

"It's alright Melvin. Go home," Jenny said, authority edging into her voice, to let the young man know that it was no longer a request.

He hesitated slightly before nodding curtly, "Yes ma'am. Have a good night."

"Same to you Melvin. Good night," she said with a smile, and he nodded, shutting the door behind him. With her driver gone, Jenny turned in Gibbs arms, and looked to him with searching eyes.

He hugged her to him, kissing her forehead. "I had to make sure Jen."

She nodded shakily before pulling away abruptly, the panic from earlier, returning to her eyes when she spoke, "Jethro, please tell me they're here." His silence was the only answer she needed, and she pulled out her phone to call Angela, hoping that she and the twins had gone out, or better yet, never entered the house, and were safe. She waited while the phone rang, and to her dismay, recieved only her friend's voicemail. "She didn't answer," Jenny whispered, running both hands through her red locks anxiously.

"Jen look you need to calm down," he warned, as he noticed her breathing picking up, remembering that she was pregnant.

She looked at him incredulously, "Jethro my children are missing! Along with my best friend! How do you suggest I calm down? There's some psycho after me, who probably has everything to do with that! And you expect me to calm down?"

"Jen you're pregnant," he reminded her, "we don't need you having a panic attack. We'll find them."

She sighed, finally taking in the disarray of her house. There were pictures and cushions strewn everywhere, but the one thing thsat stood out was the red splotch in the carpet. "Jethro is that...?" If that was what she thought it was she didn't know what she would do. That was a lot of blood. She sighed inwardly when he shook his head, "Well then what is it?"

"Red wine."

"Does the rest of the house look like this?" she asked incredulously. He stayed silent, but the look on his face tipped her off that something was wrong, "What?"

Still, he kept silent, doing nothing other than moving for the stairs, a crooked finger behind him, intending for her to follow. Walking down the hallway, he stopped abruptly in front of her room, and she eyed him warily before pushing the door open. She bit back a gasp at the sight inside. Her entire room had been either tossed or ripped to shreds; she squated to the floor, picking up a picture of one of the few pictures with her, Jethro, and the twins. It had been only a week after he had come back. Abby had insisted on a barbeque to celebrate his homecoming, and Ducky had snapped the picture without their knowledge. They had both been laughing at a joke he had told her, a child in each of their laps. Leilah was blowing rasberries at the camera, and Jacob was asleep, his head resting on his father's chest. The thing that disturbed now,was that her face had been marked out with a big, red 'X.'

She handed the photo to Gibbs without a word, and watched as his face hardened. From her place on the floor, she really took in the chaos of her room. Her bed had been stripped of its coverings, and her underwear, and lingerie had been trailed across the floor. She squinted her eyes, wondering if she was imagining the polaroid on her bed. Pushing herself to her feet, she strode across the room and gasped, bringing Gibbs to her side in an instant. In the picture was a much younger Jenny, grinning at the camera, her arm tossed around the shoulders of a woman who could be her twin, aside from the blue eyes; standing behind them, was a woman with Jenny's smile and the same blue eyes as the other young woman. "Who are they?" he asked, his breath tickling her neck.

"My mom, Julie, and my sister, Heather," she whispered. As with the other picture, Jenny's face had been marked with a red 'X,' but unlike in the other snap, her mother and sister's faces had been circled in the same color.

He stepped away from her slightly, eyeing her incredulously, "You have a sister? And your mother is alive?"

"I never said she was dead Jethro." she muttered without facing him.

"Yea well you never said she was alive either!" He couldn't believe she hadn't told them about them. At least he had a reason with Shannon and Kelly.

She turned to face him, and sighed exasperatedly, "Jethro, not now."

"You wanna tell me why?" he demanded, his voice raising.

Her brows furrowed, her eyes flashing in anger, she scoffed, "No Jethro! I can't believe your pestering me over this now!"

"You remember when you found out about Shannon and Kelly?" he demanded, his face mere centimeters from hers, "you were pissed."

"Which is exactly why you have no right to be angry about my mother and sister!" she growled, poking him in the chest. "You of all people, should understand the need to keep things private!"

"I had my reasons Jen! What're yours?"

"I don't have to explain myself to you Jethro! We both have our skeletons, so why don't you back off!"

"This is different, and you know it! You wanted a relationship, and now you're tellin' me your family is none of my business?"

"We were in a relationship six and a half years ago too Jethro! You weren't concerned about it then. In fact, you weren't really all that concerned with talking at all," she said, a smart look on her face.

"Yea well I'm concerned about it now!"

"Like I said Jethro, now is not the time," she said, giving him a pointed look, her voice low. She was starting to feel dizzy, and her head hurt. Maybe there was something to keeping stress down when you were pregnant.

"Now is exactly the time! Have you even told them about Leilah and Jacob?"

"Have you told your father?" she challenged.

"I've had six weeks. You had six months!"

"Either way Jethro, you've got daddy issues, and I've got mommy issues. Couple made in heaven," she spat, venom dripping from her words.

"Goddammit Jen! What the hell is so damn horrible that you can't tell me about them?"

She swayed slightly, trying to gather what strength she had left, and end the argument. Instead however, her eyes rolled back into her head as they closed, and she fell backwards. Gibbs rushed forward to catch her before she fell and muttered, "Jesus! Jenny," tapping her face in an attempt to rouse her, "Jen! Jenny!"

A minute later, her eyes fluttered open, and she felt the strong arms wrapped around her, and looked up into concerned blue eyes. She sat up slowly and groaned. It felt like she had rocks in her head. "What happened?"

"You passed out," he said, his hands on her cheeks, searching her face for any signs of extreme pain.

She felt extremely tired, and had to close her eyes again, but brought a hand to to his left one, sighing, "I'm fine Jethro, just a little worked up."

"Yeah right. You're going to the hospital."

She sighed exasperatedly, pursing her lips in aggrivation, "Jethro I don't need to go to the hospital. I need to find my children. You do that for me, and I'll be fine."

"Yeah, I've already got DiNozzo and McGee on it Jen. And I'm gonna go help them, but right now, you need to see a doctor." She glared, about to protest agin, when he cut her off, "Just go to see if the baby is okay. See if your fall had any effect."

"Fine," she sighed, pushing herself to her feet, only to sway once more, feeling as if she would fall over from exhaustion.

"See?" he demanded, catching her by the elbow.

"I'm fine Jethro. I'm only going because you'll worry about the baby."

"And you."

"You seemed pretty satisfied with biting my head off five minutes ago," she spat, yanking her arm from his grasp, heading down the stairs in front of him.

They did not speak to each other on the way to the hospital, and she stepped out of the car before he could walk around to open the door for her, striding inside. Only ten minutes after arriving, they sat in an exam room, awaiting the results of Jenny's blood test. They had done a quick ultrasound, finding that the baby appeared to be in perfect health.

Both of their heads shot up in surprise when the door flew open, rather than recieving the customary, polite knock. Jenny furrowed her brows at seeing the needle in the hand of a nurse who had followed behind the doctor. Before she could ask what was going on, the doctor spoke, his voice full of concern, "Ms. Shepard, have you recieved a gift of flowers recently? More specifically roses?"

"Yes," she replied cautiously, wondering how he could possibly know that.

"How long ago?" he demanded, his voice stressed.

"I don't know. I guess about two hours ago. What does this have to do with-

The doctor cut her off, "Did you smell them?"

She was starting to get aggrivated with his pointless line of questioning, and it could be heard in her voice at her next question, "Yes! Look can I-

He cut her off again, and she looked at him incredulously, but she was ignored. When he spoke he seemed rushed in his words, but seemed as if he were trying to stay calm, "Ms. Shepard, listen to me. You've been poisoned. We need to administer an antidote as quickly as possible.

"Posisoned?" she shrieked, but her doctor was unfazed by her actions.

"Yes, and I know this may be a shock, but you need to sign the release forms for the antidote."

"Why would I need to sign release forms! Are there some kind of risks?"

"Minimal, yes, but the alternative is far worse."

"Well what's the alternative?"

"Death."

A/N: Ooooh! Lol so this one is a little shoter. But I hope you liked it! We'll see how Ziva deals in the next chapter! Then of course what's happening to the twins, and what the heck is up with Jennny's family!And there will be McAbby! Yay! Kay, review please :D