Hello! Super late here and super tired! But gonna post cause I know this is a chapter my readers have been looking forward to. Plus, I was looking back on my old stories and I feel that I've really grown as a writer. I hope you feel the same. Enjoy!

Days went by, for what seemed like weeks. But after the wait time, it had finally come: Janie's surgery. Janie wasn't one to 'enjoy the journey', she preferred the destination and she couldn't wait to get there. But even as she sat in the hospital bed, waiting for the doctor to roll her in the operating room, she felt so many emotions: anxiety, happiness, fear, anger, relief... she was so confused to say the least.

"You don't have to stay with me if you don't want to," Janie told her father.

"Not going anywhere," he told her.

"You look like you haven't slept."

"I've stayed awake for a lot longer. How you feeling?"

"Surprisingly... calm. It's strange, but I've felt Mom with me these past couple of days. Is that strange?"

"Janie!" Abby suddenly came in the room holding flowers and a gift bag.

"Nope," Gibbs chuckled as saw the definition of strange walk in. "I don't think that's strange at all."

"I brought some goodies," Abby said showing the bag. "With McGee's help, I was able to complete your collection."

Janie gasped in joy when she saw her original Shadow doll, along with a Sonic and Silver doll.

"You found them!" Janie squealed in glee. She gave the dolls a hug then Abby a hug. "Thank you!"

"I also brought Pictionary and the hair scrunchies," Abby continued.

"'Scrunchies'..." Janie chuckled. "You know I'm a 90s kid when."

Even this made Gibbs smirk a bit. Abby part Janie's hair in two.

"I see they got a vein," Abby noted with a smile.

"Yeah. Pale skin with no visible veins," Janie chuckled. "After two sticks, they called in Ursula the IV specialist."

"She's really nice. I've had her before when I give blood."

"It took thirty minutes to stick it in! But I suppose she wanted to be thorough."

"All done!"

Janie's hair was now in two low pigtails. Then Dr. Humphrey came in wearing her scrubs.

"We're all ready for you," she told Janie.

Janie kissed Gibbs on the cheek and watched him get smaller and smaller as she got rolled off. She signed ILOVEYOU to Gibbs, he signed the same thing back, then she went through the swinging O.R. doors.

"She's gonna be okay," Abby reassured her boss. "I'm gonna go get you some coffee."

Gibbs didn't say anything as Abby walked off.

Quiet and alone Gibbs felt as his mind started to go in some sort of trance. He felt himself talking, but only he could hear him. And words... words he'd never thought he'd say together.

"God, is this a prayer...? Am I praying...?"

Gibbs was no spiritual man who sacrificed a male bull as a burnt offering like how they did in days of old. Unless being spiritual meant downing a bottle of bourbon and cooking a steak over an open fire, then by all means, he was so so spiritual. But right here, right now, his mind or his heart started to pray.

"God, if you're out there. I've never done this before. I don't even know if I'm doing this right! Am I doing anything right? Is this why you gave me Janie? Did I screw up to you? Well, I'm not apologizing if I did. Is she suppose to be my 'divine intervention'? Is she supposed to 'save' me? Or was this a coincidence? No... no such thing as a coincidence, even Janie told me that and I didn't even tell her that rule! Well, for whatever reason she came into my life... ugh... t-thank you. She's not Kelly, but she is mine. And I promise to take care of her. Umm... Amen, I guess."

What was suppose to be a one-hour operation turned into two. Gibbs wasn't a sitter or pacer when he was at a hospital, he just stood at the door until the doctor would come out. This day was no different. Then the doctor finally came out of the operating room.

"How is she?" Was the first thing that came out of Gibbs' mouth.

"She's doing fine," Dr. Humphrey replied. "She's in Recovery now." Pause.

"What else?"

"There was no complications with the operation, but once I got in, I saw that the cancer had spread to everything. I had to perform a full hysterectomy. Due to this, she will most likely go into pre-menopause," another pause. "You can go see her now, if you'd like."

Dr. Humphrey walked away, leaving Gibbs to absorb all that he had just heard. Did his prayer not work? Was this 'god' teaching both of them a lesson? Or was it something else...?

Later the next day, Gibbs and his team went to go visit Janie in her hospital bed. There they played a game of Pictionary; since Gibbs wasn't into games of any kind, he just watched. Abby and Janie vs. Tony and Tim. Ziva would have come, but she wasn't the type to play a game where when someone said 'cutting cold turkey' actually meant that literally. The teams played through a couple of rounds before the room was filled with laughter.

"McScribble, what the heck is that?" Tony groaned as he pointed at Tim's sketch.

"It's suppose to be a stirring motion," Tim replied.

"Well, we're never gonna win with you drawing."

"Let me see," Abby said.

Tim showed her the drawing and Abby broke out into uncontrollable giggles. Janie saw it and started to giggle too. Soon, Tony and Tim were starting to chuckle. Soon, the four were laughing so hard, especially Janie. She laughed so hard, she had to stop because her stitches hurt from the laughing. But it was a deep, belly laugh that echoed through the room.

"Wow! I've never heard you laugh like that before!" Tim exclaimed.

"I'm sorry to laugh, but after seeing that I couldn't help myself."

"I think Little Timmy means your laugh woke the dead," Tony clarified.

"Oh... well, I can't help it. Ever since I found out I had my mom's laugh, I can't laugh any other way. I was a very lonely kid growing up, and when I found comedy and laughter, I never let it go."

Her mom"s laugh...

Gibbs thought Chloe could only laugh like that. Still it made him wonder. Janie could never had kids, she would go into early menopause, and her chances of getting married were, more or less, less likely because of her barren state. Still, she seemed... okay... with it. He didn't get it. He had told her the news about her operation, but she quietly took the news and rested up. Maybe she did have a peace with her, maybe Chloe was with her.

Maybe she was going to be okay.