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A/N: I apologize for my lack of updates for this story. I have just been busy with work and trying to get ready for the holidays. I am currently working on the next chapter of Accidentally in Love, so hoping to have it up after Christmas and before New Years. Thanks to JibbsGal1 for kicking my butt into gear, otherwise this chapter probably still wouldn't be done. On that note, I hope everyone has a safe and happy holiday.

****NCIS****

A week later, Gibbs and Jenny were sitting at her doctor's appointment, waiting to be called back. "Have you heard from Abby?" Jenny asked, her foot shaking lightly in boredom.

"Yeah, her flight gets in this afternoon," he replied, looking over at her before adding, "She's supposed to go talk to Kyle after she leaves the airport."

"Did she tell Luca that she was adopted?" she pressed, having not wanted to eavesdrop on his conversation with her the night before. She had already been in bed and asleep before he got off the phone. "Does she sound any better than she did before she left?"

Squeezing her hand lightly he nodded. "Yeah, she said he seemed okay with it. That she would always be his sister, blood or not, it wasn't going to change things," he said, pausing there before saying his next thought. "Which is what I have tried to tell her since she found out last year she was adopted."

She laid her head on his shoulder and took his hand in hers before she spoke again. "Sometimes hearing it from someone else doesn't make it easy for one to believe. You could sit there and say it till you're blue in the face, but she needed to hear it from Luca."

"You're right. I just hated seeing this stifling her for a year," he grumbled lightly. "To answer your other question, she does sound somewhat better. I don't know if it's because she was home with her brother and nieces, or if when that plane touches down here that she'll be back to our old Abbs."

Before Jenny could reply, the nurse came out and called her name. "I know you hate admitting I'm right," she chuckled standing up and grabbing her purse off the chair beside her. "Now let's go see how our other little girl is doing."

****NCIS****

Once Abby arrived back in D.C., she went to her car and put her bags in. She headed toward the pet store where she had found Kyle last year. Her mind was swimming with everything she wanted to tell him and to ask. She wondered if he had been put up for adoption as well, or if he was still with their biological parents. She was at least satisfied with knowing that she still had one brother in her life, that Luca didn't turn his back on her. She was still a little nervous about Kyle. She could only hope that he would be just a little bit excited to meet her. Walking into the pet store, she waited for who she thought was Kyle to turn around from grooming a dog. When he did, she was disappointed to see it wasn't her brother. Taking it as a sign that it just wasn't meant to be, she mumbled something to the worker as she turned and walked out of the store. She had gotten to the corner when she heard someone calling after her. Turning around, she looked up and saw Kyle staring back at her.

After spending almost the entire afternoon with him, telling him that she was his sister and finding out what things he did know about their biological parents, it quickly became a monumental day for her. Telling Kyle she wanted him to meet her NCIS family, they started out going to Gibbs and Jenny's house. Walking inside, Abby was excitedly calling out for him. "Gibbs! Gibbs!"

"What's going on Abbs?" he asked as he and Jenny walked in from the kitchen.

"I stopped and talked to Kyle on my way home today," she answered hurriedly, as the front door opened again and Kyle walked in behind Abby. "Kyle, this is him. This is Leroy Jethro Gibbs, the guy I was telling you about. This is his fiancée, Director Jenny Shepard. Guys, this is my brother Kyle."

"Nice to meet you Kyle," Gibbs said, extending his hand out to shake. Instead of shaking his hand, Kyle engulfed him in a big bear hug.

"Who knew hugs were in my blood," Abby said, smiling over at Jenny.

"Well I'm glad you finally went and talked to him Abby," she said, giving her a gentle hug.

"Thanks," she replied, her smile never leaving her face.

****NCIS****

The next month seemed to fly by for everyone on the team as they were all starting to go back to work after the bombing. Ducky's recovery was going well, and he was almost cleared to return-working on light duty orders, which meant that Jimmy would still be the lead examiner at least for a little while longer. Ziva still had a few weeks left before she was allowed to return, so Gibbs had her staying at the house with Jenny while he was working. She was upstairs helping Jenny put away some of the clothes that Abby had already bought for the baby, when Jenny let out a small gasp.

"Jenny, are you all right?" she asked, hearing the sound and looking at her friend in concern.

"I think I just had a contraction," she replied, the panic evident in her voice since she was only at thirty-three and a half weeks.

Sensing the worry radiating from Jenny, Ziva helped her out of the room and downstairs to the couch. Helping her to get situated and comfortable, she grabbed the phone from her pocket and headed out toward the kitchen. "I am going to call Gibbs," she yelled out, as she was already finding his number and calling him.

"Yeah Ziver," he answered, seeing Ziva's name come up on the screen.

"Jenny thinks she has had a contraction, she looks really pale and sweaty," she said, a hint of worry in her voice that she tried not to show around her friend. "I am not sure if she has got a touch of that stomach bug that is going around or what."

Before Gibbs could even process what he had heard Ziva say, he heard Jenny let out a painful anguished cry. "Get her to the hospital Ziva, now," he ordered, hanging up the phone. Grabbing his things, he ran out of the office-Tony and McGee looking on worriedly.

"Jenny, come on I need to get you to the hospital," Ziva said, going back into the living room. "Gibbs will meet us there."

Getting up from the couch slowly, Jenny felt a few tears leaking from her eyes. "I can't lose this baby, Ziva. It won't kill just me, but I don't think Jethro will ever be the same again."

"Jennifer Shepard listen to me," she said sternly, grabbing her keys off the table. "You are NOT losing this baby. This child has two of the most stubborn parents I have ever known in my life. There will be no way that you will lose her, do you understand me?"

"If I wasn't so freaked out right now, I'd laugh at that," she said, letting Ziva lead her out to the car. "For the record though, Jethro is more stubborn than I am."

****NCIS****

By the time Jenny and Ziva arrived at the hospital, Gibbs was already wearing a hole in the floor around the nurses desk on the maternity floor. "Jethro, you're pacing," Jenny said, unable to help the painful chuckle that escaped.

"Yeah, well when Ziva calls and says she thinks you're in labor, and you're nine and a half weeks early-it has me a little concerned," he grumbled lightly, helping her get into a wheelchair. "They've got a room ready for you. Apparently when dads are pacing, they get to fill out papers to make them stand still."

"If this was not such a serious situation, I would be taking pictures," Ziva chuckled lightly, unused to seeing Gibbs behaving the way he was.

"No you wouldn't, Ziva," he replied, glaring at her as an orderly started taking Jenny down to the labor room. "Go call DiNozzo and McGee, let them know what's going on and to keep working on the case. I'll let you guys know if anything happens."

"Are you sure, Gibbs?" she asked, looking at him questioningly. "You know once Abby finds out, she will not stay away."

"That's why you tell them not to let Abby know anything is going on," he said, pulling her into a quick hug.

"All right," she replied, returning his hug. "Call me once you know something."

"I will," he said, turning to go into the room. "Thanks for being there today, Ziva."

"You are welcome."

Gibbs walked into the labor room they had put Jenny in and watched as they were hooking her up to a fetal heart monitor and an IV to administer something. Taking his jacket and tossing it over the chair, he looked at the nurse who was shooting something into the IV. "What are you giving her?" he asked, once he was able to form a coherent thought.

"The doctor ordered Magnesium Sulfate to try and stop the contractions," she replied, looking over at him. "Dr. Miller will be in shortly to talk with you."

After watching the nurse leave the room, Gibbs sat down in the chair beside the bed, grabbing Jenny's hand in his. "Everything is going to be fine, Jen."

"You don't know that," she replied, gritting her teeth as another small contraction hit her. "What if they can't stop the labor?"

"You just need to stay positive, Jen. We've got the best doctors here in this hospital."

"Do you really think that Abby is going to let Ziva stop her from getting here?" she asked jokingly, having heard Gibbs telling Ziva to tell the boys not to say anything to Abby. "The girl has some sort of homing signal on you; I'm sure she knew you were here before Ziva and I got here."

"Yeah, I know that by the time this is all said and done, the team will be camping out in the waiting room. Ducky and Palmer included."

Before Jenny could reply, a knock came on the door as her doctor had arrived. Looking her over and making sure that the magnesium had been administered, she told the worried soon-to-be new parents that all they could do was wait.

"How soon should this stuff start kicking in?" Jenny asked.

"I will be by here to check on you again in a half hour. If the contractions get worse before then, have them page me. We will see where we are in thirty minutes. We will want to keep you overnight for observation, but if things look good tomorrow afternoon, I don't see why you couldn't go home then."

Nodding her head lightly, she let what the doctor told her process in her mind. Realizing then that their daughter could be in real danger, she allowed the hormones to take over and she started crying.

"It's going to be okay, Jen," Gibbs said, hugging her to him gently. "You're going to be fine, Sophia is going to be fine. We'll get to go home, and she will be born when she's supposed to be."

"I know," she mumbled, practically forcing him to sit on the bed beside her. "I think I'm going to try and get some sleep. The contractions are easing up now."

"All right," he replied, as he continued to hold her, saying a silent prayer that Jenny and their little girl were both going to be okay and make it through this.