She sits in her study, drinking bourbon, on her own. She wonders how she let her life get so off course. She dreads going to work in the morning, to a job that she used to love. The knot, in the pit of her stomach reminds her that something in her life is missing. She empties the glass. She looks up, and finds someone standing on the other side of her desk. He stands there, in silence.

"What are you doing here?" she wonders.

He says nothing, taking a seat.

"I know that you're angry at me," she admits.

He shakes his head, "I am more than angry with you. Jenny, I'm furious."

"I know that I have made a lot of mistakes, but..."

He cuts her off, "Nobody is going to get over them, over night."

"I just want my life to go back to normal."

"As far as I am concerned it was never normal. You hid the fact that you had a son, from everyone, including me. He's my son."

"Jethro, I am sorry."

"Sorry is not good enough."

"I want my son."

"That's funny, because you didn't want him, before."

"That is not true."

"You walked away from him. He was barely old enough to remember you. Jenny, sometimes I don't know what you're thinking."

"I have always wanted him. I didn't have a choice."

"You always have a choice. Just like you had the choice not to go to Egypt. The fact that he survived that trip is a miracle."

"I didn't think anything would happen to him."

"You didn't think, period."

"I never intended to put him in harm's way. I was just doing my job."

"You were chasing down terrorists, and you didn't think you would be putting your unborn child in harm's way? Come on."

"It was a mistake. I understand that, now."

"A mistake? It was more than that. It almost cost him his life."

"I am always going to feel guilty for that, just like I am always going to feel guilty that I left him."

"Good, you should."

"Jethro, that isn't fair."

"You are the one that created this situation," he reminds her.

"I know."

"You are the one who let your job get in the way."

"I know that."

"And, I don't know if he's ever going to forgive you for that. I can't really same that I would blame him, if he didn't."

"If you could just talk to him."

"I have talked to him. He doesn't want you in his life."

"He doesn't know what he wants."

"Yes he does. He knows more about what he wants out of life, than you ever have."

"Where is he, now?"

"He's at home."

"You're here, you left him, home, alone?"

"At his other home."

"This is his other home," she argues.

"No, it's not. He doesn't call this home, just like he doesn't call you mom."

"Jethro, that is a low blow."

"It's the truth. Ziva is his mother. She has fought for him, when you wouldn't. If not for her, that little boy wouldn't be here. He knows that."

"I know that he's angry at me, but if I could just see him," she begins.

"No. Just stop. Stop trying to see him. Stop interrupting his life. Leave him alone. That is what he wants, and he has made that very clear. If, one day, he changes his mind, he'll come to you."

"What if he doesn't?"

Gibbs shrugs, "The damage is already done, Jenny."

"I am going back to work, tomorrow."

"I wouldn't expect a much better reception there."

"DiNozzo has already voiced his disdain for me."

"Have you spoken to Abby, yet?"

"No, why?"

"If you think DiNozzo has disdain for you, wait until you tell Abby what you've done."

"You act as if I am a criminal," Jenny replies.

"You did abandon your child," he confronts her.

"I didn't abandon him."

"Then what would you call it?"

"I left him, with Ziva."

"Did she know that you were still alive?"

"No."

"Then you abandoned him. She took on a responsibility, that wasn't hers to take."

"What do you want me to say?"

He shakes his head, "Jenny there isn't anything you can say."

"I want to see my son. If I have to go through other channels to do it..."

He cuts her off, "Go ahead, but I can guarantee you, nobody is going to let you see him."

"I know people."

"Jenny, you've burned all of your bridges."

She creeps into his room. His nightlight, is still plugged into the outlet. She takes a seat, on the bed, next to him, as he sleeps. She sits in silence, just watching him sleep. He sleeps soundly, now, more soundly that the past weeks. His breathing is even. She takes a sigh of relief, knowing he's having sweet dreams. He faces the wall. His covers are tucked under his arms. He rolls towards her, and opens his eyes. She smiles at him.

"Go back to sleep," she tells him.

"You're not going to make me go with her, are you?"

"No," she shakes her head.

"I don't even like her."

"I know that. Bo, I know that this is hard, and I know she made terrible decision. I know that it is difficult for you to understand."

"But?"

"Everyone one deserves a second chance," Ziva explains.

"Do you really believe that?"

"Yes."

"She's never going to be my mother," he insists.

"Sometimes you have to be the bigger person, even when you're smaller," she smiles.

"But it's hard."

"I know, sweet boy," she kisses his forehead.

He rolls back over, and closes his eyes.

"I might get to know her, but you're my Ima."

Her heart nearly melts. It takes all of her strength not to break down, and cry. She covers him up, and leaves the room. She stops in the doorway, for a moment, and takes one last look at him. She closes the door, until there is only a crack left open. She retreats to her room, thinking to herself.