A/N: It only took me over a week, but I did it (you have NO idea how much writer's block was involved in this chapter, and I honestly can't tell you why-but thanks to Sarah, AliyahNCIS, and Jibbsgal1 for kind of kicking my butt back into gear. I appreciate it!). So here, my friends, is more fluff, and a holiday chapter. Enjoy! :)

"I have no idea what to be for Halloween."

Jenny rolled her eyes at her daughter's complaint, continuing to cook the eggs in front of her. She was exhausted; last night had been Em's first night home, and, well…let's just say not much sleeping had been done by either her or Jethro.

"You have three weeks," Jenny reminded her, rubbing at her eyes as she forced herself to keep them open.

"Yeah, well three weeks goes by really fast," Fiona countered, hopping up onto a stool and watching her, frowning when she noticed the dark circles under her mom's emerald eyes. "Um…tired?"

"I'm exhausted," Jenny said, looking at her daughter. "Em was up every hour last night."

"That why Dad's still in bed?" Fiona asked, raising an eyebrow at her. Jenny nodded, running a hand through her messy curls and turning the over burner off.

"He was up with Em at three forty five," Jenny said, putting the eggs onto a plate and putting the in front of her daughter.

"I heard nothing last night," Fiona admitted, putting ketchup on her eggs and picking up her fork. "I put my headphones in and was out."

"Lucky you," Jenny replied, taking a sip of her coffee. "The baby monitor is right by my head."

"You should go sleep, Mom," Fiona said, concern lacing her voice. "You look like you're about to fall over."

"I need to check on Em again," Jenny said, sighing. "You sure you'll be okay?"

"I'll be fine. How about I call Ducky and tell him to hold off?" Fiona said, stopping when her mom shook her head. "What?"

"No, he can come. Just tell him this evening, not at lunch, like we planned," Jenny said, setting her now-empty mug into the sink. "We'll be ready at about five. He can stay for dinner."

"Okay, sounds good," Fiona said, nodding. "Go sleep Mom."

"Mm, I am," Jenny said, kissing her daughter's forehead before leaving the kitchen and heading upstairs, stopping briefly to check on Emmeline, who-thankfully-was still sound asleep, before going back into the bedroom and curling up under the covers. Her husband sensed her presence and turned, letting her snuggle into the circle of his embrace before brushing his lips sleepily over her temple.

"Em still out?" he asked hoarsely, eyes still closed as he held her close.

"Mhm," Jenny murmured, her nose brushing against his neck as she inhaled his scent, burrowing more fully into his warmth. "Fee's eating."

"Duck?"

"Coming at five," she replied, feeling sleep come over her more fully.

"Jack?"

"Went to the store," she whispered, feeling the blackness of sleep fill her head. "Go to sleep."

And sleep they would.

Fiona was channel surfing while she waited for Jack, debating between 'Jersey Shore' and 'Saturday Night Live' when she first heard the crying. Wanting her parents to actually sleep, she got up from the couch and bounded up the stairs, opening the door to the nursery quickly. She shut off the monitor before heading over to the crib, finding Emmeline crying softly, squirming underneath her blanket.

Fiona lowered the bar for the crib, touching her sister's hair softly and soothing her, whispering. The infant continued to fuss, big fat tears running down her cheeks. Fiona pulled the blanket off of the baby's legs, tossing it over the side.

Reaching in, she scooped her little sister up, cradling her to her chest. She sat down in the rocker, letting Emmeline snuggle up against her, pressing her tear-dampened cheeks into her neck.

She rocked her sister slowly, kissing her forehead occasionally, grinning when the baby's breathing slowed and evened out, indicating sleep.

"Success," she whispered, rubbing the infant's back as she grinned triumphantly. Shifting the baby slightly, she looked down at her little sister, running her pointer finger over Emmeline's nose and lips softly.

She was so excited to be a big sister.

She'd always wanted a sibling; being an only child hadn't been much fun, as hard as her mom had tried, it just hadn't been the same. She'd wished for an older brother, like her friend Maria had had, that looked out for her and cared about her. And she'd always wanted a little sister; someone she could dress her in cute little dresses and put her hair up in pigtails.

She wouldn't lie about how excited she was for Halloween.

She ran a hand over Emmeline's hair, the soft auburn strands tickling her palm. She smiled as the baby shifted, her warm breath ghosting over Fiona's neck. Pressing a kiss to her sister's forehead, she stood slowly, being careful not to jostle Emmeline.

She settled her sister in the middle of the crib, watching the little girl bring a hand up to her cheek and stick her thumb into her mouth, sucking quietly. Fiona watched her for a little while longer, adjusting the blanket over her legs before bringing the bar back up on the crib. Flicking on mobile on, she quietly left the room after turning the baby monitor back on, leaving the door open a crack.

She could get used to being a big sister.

Five o'clock that evening, the family of five was relaxing in the living room when Ducky came to call. Fiona was stretched out on the couch deep into her novel, Jethro and Jack were watching a football game on the television, and Jenny was curled up in the armchair with Emmeline. Noemi let Ducky in, showing him to the living room. His gaze softened when he caught sight of them, and he smiled.

"Hey Duck," Jethro said when he caught sight of his old friend. Jack looked up in interest and smiled at the ME. "Duck, this is my dad, Jackson Gibbs."

"Hi Ducky!" Fiona called, pulling herself out of her book and smiling up at him from her seat on the couch.

"Hello Gibbs family, Jack," Ducky replied, nodding to all of them. Jenny sat up slightly, adjusting Emmeline.

"It's so nice to see you Ducky," Jenny said, smiling up at him. "Well, under better circumstances this time."

"Yes, I must agree that the last time we were together the circumstances were rather dour," Ducky said, settling down in the chair next to Jenny. "She is absolutely gorgeous Jennifer."

"This is Emmeline Kelly, Ducky," Jenny said, sitting forward so that she could place her daughter in Ducky's arms. The older man cradled the infant gently, holding her securely against his chest.

"You, my dear, have been very wanted by your parents for a very long time," he said softly, touching Emmeline's hair softly. "You look just like your mother."

Jenny smiled as the ME held Emmeline, relaxing back against the cushions of her chair.

"I've heard a lot about you, Ducky," Jack said from the couch, nodding to the other man. Ducky looked up curiously, raising an eyebrow.

"I do hope it's been good," he said, adjusting Emmeline.

"It has been good, Ducky, I promise," Jenny said, laughing softly.

"I'm relieved," Ducky said, a smile crossing his face. "She truly is beautiful, Jennifer."

"She was well worth the wait," Jenny said, sighing quietly.

"I'm sure she was," Ducky said, looking down at the baby. "Parenting an infant is slightly different than a teenager, I'm going to assume from the exhaustion clear on your faces."

"I think we got about four hours of sleep last night," Jethro said, scrubbing a hand down his face. "Em didn't want to stay asleep."

"Did you honestly expect anything different Dad?" Fiona asked, raising an eyebrow as she closed her book again. "When do you and Mom ever sleep?"

"I'm having to resist the urge to headslap you kid," Jethro said with a mock glare, amusement sparkling in his eyes.

"Ah, you love me Dad," Fiona said with a grin, sticking her tongue out at him when he rolled his eyes at her.

"Keep your tongue in your mouth," Jenny said, rolling her eyes at her husband and daughter. "I thought you were supposed to be mature."

"I have no idea where you heard that Jen," Jethro deadpanned, his face serious save for the half-smirk present on his lips. Jenny rolled her eyes again, shaking her head.

"Why am I not surprised?"

"Because you've known him long enough," Jackson said, shaking his head. "It's like trying to deal with a four year old."

"Hey!" Jethro said, indignant. "I do not act like a four year old."

"Says the man who's throwing a tantrum," Jenny said, raising an eyebrow. Jethro rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

"I'm not even going to justify that statement with a response," Jethro said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Dad, you just did respond," Fiona pointed out, watching him glare at her as she giggled. "That glare doesn't work on me."

"Oh?" Jethro said, pushing himself out of his seat and heading towards her, tickling her relentlessly when he reached her. "How about tickling? Does that work?"

"Dad-stop-ah-you can't-Dad-stop-DAD!" Fiona said through her giggles, tears streaming down her cheeks as she laughed, trying to squirm away from his fingers. He continued to tickle her under she surrendered, out of breath. "I really hate it when you do that."

"Surrender to the power of the Gibbs-glare and you won't have to worry about it," Jethro stated with a simple shrug, his smugness clear. Fiona burst into laughter again, shaking her head.

"I bow to the mighty Gibbs-glare," she mocked, extending her arms and bowing towards him as though she was worshipping him.

"All hail the might Gibbs-glare," Jenny added, laughing when her husband turned and glared at her. "Doesn't work on me babe; I'm immune."

"The women in your life are ganging up on you, son," Jackson said, amusement clear in his face.

"He is no match for them," Ducky replied, slipping the now-awake Emmeline back into Jenny's waiting arms. "And I sense that this one won't be any different."

"A houseful of women, Leroy," Jackson said, raising one white eyebrow at his son. "I don't know how you'll cope."

"Easy," Jethro said with a shrug, raising an eyebrow. "We'll just have to have a boy."

"Funny, Jethro," Jenny said, shaking her head. "If you think you're getting me pregnant again, you're insane."

"And why not?" he asked, raising his eyebrow higher.

"Jethro, we just had a baby. Let's focus on her before we even think about another one, alright?" Jenny asked, adjusting Em slightly, sighing when she started to whimper. "See? Now she's feeling neglected."

With that she stood, shifting her daughter onto her shoulder, moving away from the chair. Emmeline started to cry and Jenny shushed her, rubbing her back as she rocked her.

"I'll be back in a little while-feel free to eat without me. Noemi said that there are enchiladas in the oven," Jenny said, motioning towards the kitchen. They all nodded at her before she left, and she climbed the stairs slowly, kissing her daughter's forehead.

As exhausting as it was starting out to be, Jenny was finding that she loved motherhood.

The next three weeks passed by quickly, filled with sleepless nights, dirty diapers, and endless bottles. Before anyone in the Gibbs household could blink, it was Halloween night, and the team was gathered in the living room, obsessed with the more adorable than ever Emmeline.

Of course, the entire team was in costume-and they hadn't skimped out.

Tony was dressed as the James Bond, in a neat black tux and his hair slicked back, looking dashingly handsome. Ziva was by his side as Vesper Lind, clad in a tight, dark purple, backless gown that flowed down to her ankles, hugging her curves perfectly. Tony couldn't seem to keep his hands off of her; he'd already received quite a few glares from all present.

McGee was dressed as Clark Kent; he had on khaki pants with a white button-up shirt that had been slightly unbuttoned so that the Superman logo t-shirt he had on underneath could be seen. Abby came as Lois Lane, dressed in a skirt business suit borrowed from Jenny, her hair down and straight, looking quite devastatingly beautiful.

Fiona didn't think she'd seen McGee's mouth close the entire night.

Ducky was dressed as Sherlock Holmes, in a long tweed coat and a pipe in his mouth, and he was regaling everyone with stories from Scotland. Everyone was enjoying the night, waiting for Fiona and Logan to descend in their costumes.

Jenny and Jethro were not in costume; they'd already decided they were staying home with Em (who was dressed as the most adorable cow anyone had ever seen), and so they were not dressing up.

Suddenly, all talking stopped when steps were heard on the stairs.

And then, quite a few jaws dropped.

Fiona was clad in a loose teal pants and a half-shirt, her hair in a long ponytail with a headpiece that had a huge sapphire gem affixed to it. She looked gorgeous-and exactly like Princess Jasmine.

Her counterpart, Mr. Logan DiNozzo, was clad in loose white pants with no shirt, his muscular chest gleaming in the light. The small hat placed on his head was purple and red, and he looked the part of a street rat.

"Wow," Tony said, letting out a wolf-whistle. "Aladdin and Jasmine. Classic. I like it!"

"I am impressed," Ziva said, nodding.

Jethro was simply trying to find his voice as he looked at his daughter. When had she gotten so grown up?

Jenny nudged her husband with her elbow, grinning. She and Fiona had had this planned for over a week now, and her husband's reaction was exactly as she'd thought it would be.

"Your jaw is in the basement, Jethro," she whispered in his ear, looking back at her daughter.

"Jen…did you…how did…Fee?" Jethro managed, somewhat hoarse. Jenny smiled, squeezing his arm.

"She's a big kid now, Jethro," Jenny said, pushing him forward slightly. "Go tell her she looks pretty."

"Fee…you look great, sweetheart," he said, watching her eyes light up.

"Thanks Dad," she said, brushing back her hair. "It took forever to come up with, but then I told Mom and we found this. You really think it looks good?"

"Of course I do," he said, kissing her forehead gently. "You and Logan look good, Fee."

"Thanks Dad," she said, leaning up and kissing his cheek. "You and Mom have fun handing out candy and watching that movie with Ducky and Em. I am going to go and plunder this town of candy."

"Yeah, you go do that sweetheart," Jethro said, rolling his eyes slightly, bumping her hip with his own. "Have fun, and be safe."

"Dad, I'll be surrounded by federal agents," Fiona said, shooting him a look. "You really think anything is gonna happen?"

"I'm leaving DiNozzo in charge, Fee," Jethro said, raising an eyebrow. "Anything can happen."

"I heard that boss, and I am highly offended," Tony said, crossing his arms over his chest and huffing. Ziva rolled her eyes, tugging on his arm.

"Let us go, before you get into even more trouble," the Israeli said, leading the group out of the house. Jenny went over to the couch and scooped Emmeline up, kissing her nose.

"You are the cutest cow ever," she cooed, tickling the baby's side with her fingers. Em squirmed, gurgling quietly. "And your daddy wanted to make you an octopus."

"Hey, Jen, it was just an idea," Jethro said, defensive as he turned the television on and grabbed the movie from the coffee table.

"What movie, exactly, are we watching?" Jenny asked, sinking onto the couch next to Ducky, who was merely watching them in amusement. Jethro looked stumped, and he searched the clear plastic case, having no luck.

"I have no idea."