A/N: Thanks so much for all the review! I'm sorry updates were so slow-real life is really busy. I thought I was going to have lots of time to write yesterday, because I had no school. Except that my mom and I spend five hours in a dress shop getting my prom dress. It was totally worth it, because my dress is gorgeous, but still. It was five freaking hours. But now, here is the chapter you've been waiting for. Only three more after this!

Disclaimer: I own the plot and my OCs.


"I don't think I should go back," Jenny said, shaking her head as she relaxed against the pillows as Jethro undressed from his work clothes.

She'd spent over an hour on the phone with SecNav, discussing their plans. Now that Kort was dead and Vance and McAllister were in prison, she was completely safe to come out of hiding. And the SecNav wanted her to take back her place as Director of NCIS.

"Jen, it's your choice," Jethro said, stripping off his polo and replacing it with a plain gray t-shirt, turning to face her as he slipped a belt through the loops of his jeans. "If you want to go back I'll support you but if you don't want to I'll support that too."

"I just don't know if I should or not," Jenny said, letting out a sigh as Jethro sat on the bed next to her, his hands slipping down to her ankles and massaging the swollen skin gentle. She moaned quietly in satisfaction, closing her eyes and letting him massage her feet and ankles, relief flooding her aching muscles.

She was so relaxed and content that she almost didn't notice when his hands started to drift upwards from her feet to her knees and continued upward.

"Jethro, you bring your hands higher and you won't have them anymore," she murmured with her eyes still closed, a grin slipping onto her face when his hands immediately stopped moving. "The massage was nice, but don't think you're getting sex out of it."

"And why not?" Jethro asked, raising one eyebrow in question. She opened her eyes, rolling them slightly.

"How about because I'm only three weeks from my due date, I'm not in the mood, and your foreplay could use some work?" Jenny listed off, watching him roll his eyes at her.

"You think that was foreplay?" Jethro asked, shifting forward so that his knees were on either side of her hips. She looked up at him in interest, one eyebrow quirked upwards.

"It wasn't?" she countered, watching his eyes gleam dangerously.

"I'll show you foreplay," he replied, leaning forward to kiss her, swallowing her response.

An hour later, they were sated and dressed-and Jenny had been shown true foreplay. They made their way into the kitchen, where Jenny settled into a chair while Jethro searched through the fridge for something to make for dinner.

"Jen, do you want to go back?" he asked, looking over his shoulder at her as he pulled things out to make pasta. She sighed, running a hand through her hair.

"I'd love to go back to being Director, Jethro, but before I didn't have the responsibility of twins," she said, one hand rubbing gentle circles into her bump. "I don't want to miss part of their lives because of my job."

"Jen, you don't have to go back," Jethro said seriously, his blue eyes locking into hers. "There are other jobs that are available and are more flexible than being Director."

"I know that," Jenny said, rubbing at her eyes in frustration. Jethro noticed, and he stopped what he was doing to go over and rub her shoulders, smiling when she tilted her head forward to give him more access. "Why are you so good at distracting me?"

"Part of the job description," he whispered in her ear, feeling her breathing speed up slightly, causing him to grin. He stepped away, going back to cooking, and she folded her arms, watching him.

"He told me I have a few weeks," Jenny said, pulling her hair up into a loose ponytail. "And if I am to go back, he said he could give me six weeks of maternity leave after the twins are born."

"Jen, don't worry about it. Just focus on the twins, and getting ready for them," Jethro said, turning to look at her as he waited for the water to boil. "They're what are important right now. The job will be there in three weeks."

"I hope it's sooner than three weeks," Jenny sighed, one hand rubbing at her back. "What were those things that were supposed to jump start labor?"

"Sex," Jethro replied immediately, shrugging when Jenny fixed her gaze on him. "What, it was in the book."

"Another prime example of you trying to get laid," Jenny said, rolling her eyes at him.

"Considering the fact that I'm not allowed to touch you for six weeks afterward, Jen, yeah, I'd like to get laid as many times as possible," Jethro retorted, checking on the water.

"Jethro, I know how to take care of you," Jenny said, shaking her head at him. His eyes widened slightly, and she interrupted him when he opened his mouth to say something. "Say it out loud and I won't do it."

Jethro swallowed hard, turning back to the water to try to get his mind on a safe topic. Jenny rolled her eyes at him behind his back, a smile slipping onto her face.

"Don't roll your eyes at me Jenny," Jethro said, his back still turned.

"I will never understand how you can do that," Jenny said, shaking her head at him.

"Marine training," he quipped, and she laughed, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Oh yes, how could I forget?" Jenny asked, laughing when he turned to glare at her.

"Keep teasing me and you won't get food woman," he said, pouring the pasta into the boiling water.

"And starve your offspring? I think not," Jenny replied, watching as he sighed, his shoulders contracting and relaxing.

"Always have to foil my plans," Jethro said in mock-dejection, his blue eyes glittering with amusement as he leaned against the counter to watch her. She grinned, winking at him.

"Oh, you know you wouldn't survive without me," she teased, leaning back in her chair.

Jethro strode forward, coming to rest in front of her chair. One hand cupped her cheek, and the other came to rest on her belly, his fingers running along it.

"I know I wouldn't, Jen," he said softly, his eyes full of emotion. "I couldn't survive without you here. I need you, Jen."

"I need you too," she whispered, leaning up to pull him closer, her lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. Soon they were lost in each other, but then Jethro's back reminded him of the angle, and he pulled away to catch his breath. But the look in her eyes told him he needed to follow through or face the consequences, and so he turned off the oven burner, helped Jenny up, and then they were in the bedroom, showing how much they needed each other.


Some time later, they returned to the kitchen at the request of Jenny, who was starving. The pasta was unsalvageable, so Jethro threw it out and decided on the frozen pizza that was in the fridge. He was just putting it into the oven when Jenny shouted from the living room.

"Jethro, we need to leave!"

"What's wrong?" he asked, setting the timer for the pizza before walking into the living room, a frown on his face. Jenny was standing next to the couch, a tight look on her face. "Jen?"

"The sex paid off, Jethro," she said, wincing slightly. "They're coming, now."

"Wait-what?" Jethro asked, confused. Jenny rolled her eyes, coming over to him and touching his face.

"My water just broke. Jethro, the twins are coming. You need to drive me to the hospital," Jenny said slowly, as though she was talking to a child.

"Now? Like, right this second?" Jethro asked, his eyes wide.

"Yes, right now. My bag is in the bedroom. Can you go grab it?" Jenny asked, nudging him slightly. He went without a word, and Jenny could tell he was shocked. She rolled her eyes, one hand running along her bump, the other supporting her back.

Jethro came back with her bag less than sixty seconds later, swallowing hard. Jenny took pity on him, depositing a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"Go turn the oven off, so we don't burn the house down," Jenny said quietly, watching him nod and turn back to the kitchen, obviously trying to shrug off his surprise. When he came back, Jenny smiled at him, taking one of his hands. "Jethro, I understand that this is unexpected, but I really need you right now. Please, can you say something?"

"I'm ready, Jen," he said, taking a deep breath. "Let's do this."

"I thought you'd never ask," Jenny said, letting him grab her bag and drop one hand to her lower back, stopping only to grab his cell and the keys before continuing to guide her to the car.

They were at the hospital in less than twenty minutes thanks to Jethro's driving, and then Jenny was quickly put in a room and hooked up to the proper equipment. Jethro came back from making all the necessary phone calls to find Jenny reading a book, her face a tight mask.

"Called the team," he said as he slipped into the chair next to her, letting her grab his hand tightly in her own. "Said they'll be here in a few hours. Ducky too, he's bringin' Jordan."

"Good," Jenny said shortly, her grip on his fingers tightening. He helped her breathe through the length of the contraction, trying to get her to relax slightly. When the contraction ended he kissed the top of her head softly, brushing back the tangled red curls.

"You're doin' great Jen," he said, encouragement clear in his voice. She sighed, leaning into him slightly.

Since it was twins, there was extra equipment involved with this delivery. A special fetal monitor specially designed for twin births was secured around her waist, and the two heartbeats were captured on two different machines. Machines capturing all of Jenny's stats were also by the bed, and the room was filled with different beeps and whirls as the machines did their jobs.

They were doing nothing for her stress, and so it was up to Jethro to keep her as calm as possible.

"The doctor should be in soon to check me," Jenny said, huffing out a breath.

"Jen, before you know it they'll be here," Jethro assured her, kissing her hair.

"I can't wait to finally meet them," Jenny said, taking a deep breath.

Only a few more hours.


"Do you think we'll be able to see her? Probably not, right?" Abby asked, her words rapid fire as they walked through the hospital, heading for the maternity wing waiting area.

"Abs, take a deep breath," Tony said, tugging on her hand slightly to keep her from running off to find Jenny. "Gibbs will come find us when he has news."

Abby huffed but listened, squealing when she found Ziva, Tim, Ducky, and Jordan in the waiting area already.

"I'm so excited!" Abby cried, flinging her arms around an unsuspecting-Ziva, whose eyes widened as she returned the hug.

"We can tell, Abby," Tim said, rolling his eyes at the Goth as she turned to him and attacked him next.

"How much longer, do you know?" Abby asked, turning towards Ducky and Jordan.

"Jethro said about another hour," Ducky replied, smiling up at the younger girl. She sighed, crossing her arms.

"But that's so long!" she cried, flinging her arms upward.

And so for the next hour she waited rather impatiently for news, fidgeting in her chair. And when Gibbs came out in scrubs and a grin on his face, she squealed again, running to him and attacking him.

"Are they here? How are they? How's Jenny? Are they boys or girls or both? What're their names? What-"

"Breathe, Abs," Jethro said, shaking his head good-naturedly at the girl. "Jen is fine, the babies are fine. A boy and a girl, both perfectly healthy. I gotta go back in, but I'll get you when you can see them."

With that he waved to them and returned to the delivery room, leaving a group of happy people behind. Abby grinned, turning to Tony and kissing him.

"I'm so happy for them!" she cried, throwing her arms around her lover and squeezing him until he couldn't breathe.

"Yeah, Abs, we got that."


In her room a little while later, the twins happily ensconced in her arms, Jenny was still filled with awe at the fact that these babies were hers. They were so tiny and perfect, and she watched as they slept happily. She looked up when she heard Jethro come in, smiling up at him as he came over and scooped up their son, leaving her with their daughter.

"The team's comin' in soon," he said, running his hand over the auburn hair on their son's head.

"Good," she said, adjusting the baby girl in her arms slightly, the big blue eyes of their daughter opening sleepily. Jenny stroked the crimson hair on the baby's head, smiling down at her.

The team walked in a few minutes later, smiles on their faces and balloons from the gift shop in their hands.

"Hey guys," Jenny said, smiling at them as she sat up slightly, wincing at the dull ache the movement caused to flare.

"How are you Jenny?" Ducky asked, a kind smile on his face as he looked at the twins.

"I'm excellent," Jenny replied, sighing happily as she looked at her son and daughter.

"What are their names?" Ziva asked, tilting her head curiously at her friend.

"This is Jasper Jackson," Jethro said, referring to the baby boy in his arms. "Or JJ, for short."

"And this is Margaret Jillian," Jenny added, adjusting her daughter. "Or MJ."

"They're adorable names," Tim said, smiling at his boss and former boss. "How did you come up with them?"

"Well, JJ is named after both of our fathers," Jenny said, looking up at her lover. "And MJ is named after our mothers."

"That is so sweet," Abby breathed, her green eyes wide with excitement.

"Well thank you, Abby," Jenny said, smiling at the girl. "Would you like to hold MJ?"

"Of course," Abby said, cradling the baby gently.

"Abby, Tony, we were wondering if you wanted to be MJ's godparents," Jethro asked after giving JJ to Tim to hold. "And Ziva and McGee, you would be JJ's."

"We would be honored," they all said, grins on their faces. Jenny relaxed back against the pillows, smiling as Jethro reached for her hands, linking their fingers.

Finally, everything was as it should be.