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"That was humiliating."

Gibbs and Jenny had just arrived at NCIS and were sitting in the parked car, decompressing from their latest misadventure.

"Yeah," he agreed. "But it could have been worse." He looked over at his wife and saw that she raised an eyebrow at him. "Well, we could have been arrested or he could have given us that ticket."

She sighed and leaned her head back. "How many people do you think he's going to tell? We're going to be the laughingstock of the Beltway."

"Laughingstock? Nah. I'll be a hero to many."

Jenny's mouth fell open as her arm swung out, hitting him in the stomach. They both laughed as she shook her head, incredulous. "On the bright side, at least they had better timing than our kids," she admitted.

Gibbs looked over at her. Our kids. Hearing her say that made him smile. He reached for her hand and squeezed it. "I was going to say I can't believe how much things can change in a year but hell – I can't believe how much can change in a week."

"I know," she smiled thoughtfully. "I was so miserable in New Mexico, thinking I'd never be happy again… never be a wife or mother… never see you again," she mused, shaking her head. "I know things are crazy as we try to figure this all out, and today was a horribly sad day for Sam – never mind we were idiots just now and almost ruined everything…" she said, as she turned to look at him. "But I absolutely love this life we've made together."

He nodded. "Me too."

"OK, enough stalling. Let's get to work," she sighed. They walked over to the elevator, holding hands.

Once inside, Gibbs backed her against the wall and flipped the switch. He quickly pressed his lips to hers, deepening their kiss almost immediately. They wrapped their arms around each other and stayed that way for a few moments before Jenny pulled way.

She wiped his lips with her thumb. "Why is it that moments after I put lipstick back on, you feel the need to rub it off?" she smirked.

"It's fun," he chuckled.

"Oh really? Well one day I'm just going to leave it on."

He flipped the switch as she reapplied her lipstick. "Thanks for today. It was even better than that stakeout in Paris."

Jenny smiled. "That was pretty fantastic too." She quickly ran her fingers through her hair and smoothed out her outfit. "OK, no more talk about that, or we're going to end up in trouble again."

He chuckled as they got off the elevator and entered the bullpen.

Tony looked up to see them, trying his best to keep a straight face – but he was losing the battle. "Hope the car ride back was… enjoyable."

Gibbs narrowed his eyes at him. "Fine, DiNozzo." He turned his attention to the entire team. "Thanks for coming. I know it meant a lot to Sam – and to us, too," he said, motioning to Jenny.

"Jethro, I have to get upstairs."

He nodded and smiled warmly as he watched her walk up the stairs. Tony caught him doing it and smirked, amused – which didn't go unnoticed by Gibbs.

"What?"

Tony's eyes widened. "Who me? Nothing, boss."

Ziva shot him a look, wondering what he was up to. "You look like the cat that ate the bird."

Tony started to correct her but then decided against it. Gibbs stood in front of him, glaring. It was unnerving to Tony, but he was rescued from having to say anything else when a cell phone started ringing.

Gibbs reached into his pocket and pulled it out. "Yeah, Gibbs." His back immediately stiffened, his attention focused solely on the call.

Tony, Ziva and McGee became curious and a little concerned as they watched him.

"I'll be right there," he said, closing the phone.

They watched helplessly as he headed up to Jenny's office, taking two stairs at a time. When he arrived, he found the door closed. He looked at Cynthia.

"She's nursing."

He nodded before he quickly opened the door and slipped in.

Startled, Jenny looked up from the computer. "Oh, it's you, Jethro," she smiled, relieved. She removed her glasses and saw the worry on his face. "What is it?"

He took a moment to look at Julia in her arms before lifting his eyes to meet his wife's. "Hospital called. They've brought Steve Summers out of his medically induced coma. Going to head over."

She nodded. "I wonder if the doctors will tell him about Vivienne. He's going to be in hell."

"I know," he sighed, his voice a bit more shaky than normal.

Her empathetic heart hurt as she remembered that her husband did know exactly how it felt to be Steve at this moment. She motioned for him to come over so she could give him a hug. He did exactly that, kneeling on the ground next to her chair so she could put her arm around him. "Are you up for this?" she whispered into his ear as she rubbed her cheek against his.

"I'll let you know after," he managed. "I have to do this for Sam. As soon as I think Steve can handle it, I'll bring Sam to see him – hopefully tomorrow."

She nodded her head and kissed him on the forehead before he stood up to leave. He looked down at Julia again and caressed her cheek. He then did the same to Jenny.

She closed her eyes for a moment, drinking in his touch. When she opened them he was halfway out the door, closing it behind him. She looked down at Julia and kissed her head. "You make everything better, sweet girl."

In the bullpen, Gibbs grabbed his things and headed towards the elevator.

Concerned, Tony called after him. "Boss! Where are you going?"

"Out," he yelled back just as the doors closed.

Tony looked at both Ziva and McGee before he headed up the stairs to Jenny's office. He saw the closed door and looked at Cynthia.

"I'm sorry, Agent DiNozzo, but she's in a meeting."

Tony was about to leave when Jenny popped out of her office. "Meeting's over," she said, smiling at Cynthia. "Everyone's happy." She looked at the very special agent and motioned with her head for him to come inside.

"What's on your mind, Tony?" she asked as she rounded her desk and sat down.

"Everything okay with Gibbs? He got a phone call, came up here and then headed out the door without saying anything."

"He has a lot on his mind, I wouldn't take it personally." She saw his questioning look. "Steve Summers was brought out of his coma today. He went to the hospital."

"Ah," he said, understanding the various implications. "Sam will be happy."

She nodded tightly. "Absolutely."

He studied her for a moment. "You're worried?"

Jenny leaned back against her chair and sighed. "I'm trying to remember a time when I wasn't worried," she said, almost lost in thought. The look on Tony's face sobered her up. "I hope he makes it. I'm not sure how much more Sam could take."

"But you and Gibbs are in a good place at least, right?"

The grin on his face made her narrow her eyes at him. "Yes," she drawled. "Your point?"

"Oh no point. You two looked awfully happy getting off… well, the elevator."

She stood up and folded her arms in front of her. "Spit it out, Tony. What's on your mind?"

"Nothing. Just you two took an awfully long time getting back. You didn't run into any… complications, did you?" he smirked.

Jenny paled, instantly losing her poker face. "What do you know?"

"Oh not much. Just heard you met my pal, Officer Jon Dunphy," he laughed.

Jenny turned away from him. "Shit," she said, resting one hand on her hip and the other making a fist. She took a deep breath and spun around. "How many people have you told?"

He tried not to crack up. "No one. Honest."

She shook her head, rolling her eyes. "Great. I knew it'd make it around the Beltway, but I was hoping it wouldn't be this fast."

"He won't tell anyone else. He just knows Gibbs is my boss and thought I'd get a laugh."

She sat back down, a sheepish grin on her face. "And did you?"

"Oh yeah."

Jenny laughed. "I can't believe we got caught. We used to be better at that. But between having Jack stay with us and the kids…"

Tony held up his hand. "Enough. I didn't want to hear details from him, I sure don't want to hear 'em from you," he said pointedly. "Glad you two are solid. I know that one of the last times we spoke, you seemed a bit worried."

"You're sweet. Thanks. We're good. We're really good."

"OK, that smile is beyond creepy," he laughed.

Jenny smiled. "Since when did taking about sex make you so squeamish? Or is it only your sex life that can be discussed?"

Tony turned around to see if Mildred was paying any attention to them but she was reading her book.

Jenny waved him off. "She doesn't care." A thought crossed her mind and her face fell. "You haven't said anything to Jethro, have you?"

"He just started speaking to me again. How stupid do you think I am?"

She sighed with relief. "OK, good. Get out of here," she said, motioning toward the door. "And please don't say anything to anyone. It's mortifying enough as it is."

He stopped, his hand on the doorknob. He looked over his shoulder at her. "You know, if you want to keep things private – you may want to –"

"Goodbye, Tony," she said over him, putting her glasses back on.

At the hospital, Gibbs asked around until he found Dr. Rollins. "An update, doc?"

"Agent Gibbs, yes. We successfully brought him out of the coma since his body had healed enough to do so."

"Did you tell him about his wife?"

The doctor's mood darkened. "I'm afraid so. We tried to avoid it, but he kept asking."

Gibbs scrubbed his hand down his face. "Did he ask about… his son?"

Dr. Rollins nodded. "I only told him that he was safe and being looked after. That seemed to satisfy him enough."

"Thanks," he said. "Can I talk to him?"

The doctor nodded and motioned for the agent to follow. When they approached the room, Gibbs swallowed heavily upon seeing the state the other man was in. He had several tubes coming out of him and looked so small and weak compared to how he appeared in Sam's DVD. He nodded his thanks to the doctor and took a seat in the chair next to Steve's bed. When the man looked up at him, Gibbs nodded. "Lieutenant Commander Steve Summers, my name is Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs." He could tell instantly that his name was familiar to him.

"Gibbs," he repeated. "You have Sam?"

The special agent was impressed at how coherent the other man was – he wasn't expecting that. "I do." He felt bad to see a bit of the energy in the other man deflate. "He misses you a lot. I'll bring him by to see you tomorrow if you're up for it."

Steve locked eyes with Gibbs, moved by his offer. He figured the other man must know by now that Sam's his son – and yet he was being quite generous. "Why?" he managed.

Gibbs could see that talking was a bit of a struggle for the other man, but he was confused. "Why what?"

"Being nice. You know?"

"That Sam's my son? Yeah, I know. I'm not that nice. Ask anyone who works for me."

Steve managed a small smile. "Shock?"

"Finding out?" The other man nodded. "Oh yeah. Wish she had told me from the beginning. She was wrong – I would have wanted to know about him and to be a part of his life."

Tears came to Steve's eyes. "Oh God, I can't believe she's gone. She was my whole life."

The haunting anguish he saw in the other man caused Gibbs to feel his chest tighten. It was too soon to be having this discussion since the man was grieving. "I'm so sorry about Vivienne." He hung his head down, unable to look at him. The look on his face was like a mirror for his own – all those years ago.