A/n: Aww thanx for the reviews guys! *smiley face* :) So this chapter is going to have some more light hearted moments mixed in with the little snippets of drama and such lol. Aaaand...there is some significant McAbby!...
"Jethro," Jenny cautioned as they walked through the door, "Jethro. Don't get upset."
"Over what Jen?" he demanded, his voice rising, "What? That some guy is coming after my family because I killed his dirt bag father."
"Keep your voice down," she hissed, looking to the stairs in reminder of their sleeping children, as well as Noemi, who was probably trying to ignore the argument; they were regrettably commonplace in their household.
"Don't tell me not to get upset Jen," he growled, lowering his voice as requested, though none of the anger left his tone.
"We'll eat, and then we'll talk about it," she said softly, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. She knew he would not resist making a jibe at food constantly being in her mind.
Sure enough, he scoffed, and laughed. "Even in the middle of something like this, you're thinking about eating."
"I smell spaghetti Jethro," she defended, as if it were the most plausible thing in the world, though the soft smile on her lips, gave way to her teasing intentions. She grinned, and spun on her heel, heading for the kitchen.
She dropped into one of the kitchen chairs, and bent over to remove her shoes, only to find that it took a great effort to do so, and she was already exhausted. She glared at the offending shoe, and looked to the back of the man in her kitchen, grinning broadly. "Jethro," she called softly, smiling coyly.
"Yeah?" he replied, looking up from his place at the stove, where he was spooning noodles into two bowls. He took in the smile on her face, and rolled his eyes, before crossing the room. He took a seat in the chair next to her, and pulled each leg up onto his lap, removing the grey pumps from her feet. He had no idea why she continued to wear the god-awful contraptions.
"Thank you," she said, softly, smiling at the silver haired man across from her.
He grunted in acknowledgement, pushing her legs off of his lap, and moved to his feet, before helping her up as well.
While they waited for their food to heat in the microwave, Jenny leaned against the counter, rolling her neck to the side. She jumped, her eyes shooting open as Gibbs seemingly appeared out of nowhere, placing his hands at her waist. "Jethro!" she hissed in warning, swatting his hands away as he played with the tie on her grey sweater dress. "Noemi is still upstairs."
"We should give her the week off again," he mumbled against her lips, and she laughed into the kiss.
They jumped apart at the ding of the microwave, and caught sight of a blushing Noemi in the doorway. "I was just coming to make sure you were eating before I left Señora. The babies are asleep. They have already been fed and bathed."
"Thank you Noemi," Jenny smiled, thanking the young woman, leaning back against Gibbs' chest.
Noemi nodded with a smile, and a, "Good night Señora. Señor Gibbs."
Hearing the door shut, Jenny laughed, walking to the microwave. She yelped in shock and pain, the bowl clattering back to the glass turntable. Gibbs was by her side in an instant, but laughed at seeing her holding her scolded finger.
"Shut up Jethro. It's not funny," she insisted, smacking him in the chest with her good hand.
He just chuckled, grabbing a towel from the counter, and picked up the food, setting it on the counter, and placed the second bowl in the microwave. "You alright Jen?" he asked, though it was clear he was merely humoring her.
"No," she replied, her bottom lip starting to quiver.
He looked at her horrified, as her eyes started to water, and tears fell to her cheeks. "Jenny?" he asked. This was not like her. He was not entirely sure how to handle Jenny breaking down into tears.
She shook her head, trying to keep her sobs under control, but it was to no avail, and she leaned over the counter, sobs wracking her body.
"Jenny come on," he sighed, "What's the matter? What do you want me to do?"
"Nothing," she sobbed, "Nothing. Just heat the food please?" she whispered, turning to leave the kitchen.
He sighed, and tossed the pasta in the microwave before taking off after her.
He found her in their bathroom, cleaning her face. She seemed to have calmed down some, and he risked speaking. "Jen? You alright?"
She turned to him smiling somewhat abashedly. "Yeah," she sighed softly, "I'm okay." She then rested a hand over her face, and chuckled softly; that soon turned into a full blown laugh, and she shook her head looking to the silver haired man standing in their bedroom.
He joined in laughing with her, and crossed the room, grabbing her into his arms.
"I'm sorry," she apologized, and cut him off before he could say anything, "And don't tell me sign of weakness. I don't know what happened," she muttered.
"Hormones," he mumbled, and she glared.
After they had eaten, Jenny helped Gibbs clean up the kitchen. As she dried the last plate, placing it in the cabinet above her head, she looked to Gibbs, hoping he had forgotten about the conversation they had started when they first arrived home.
The shrill ringing of his phone echoed throughout the kitchen, and he flipped it open, answering with a gruff, "Gibbs."
She watched in concern as his face hardened, and he walked from the room without a word. "What?" she heard him hiss from the living room, and she hung the towel over the dish rack, before following behind him. She leaned against the wall, her arms crossed over her belly while she waited, growing more anxious every minute.
He slammed his phone shut, and pitched it across the room with an angry howl. She jumped involuntarily at his outburst, and when she spoke it was soft. "What is it?" she asked, and he was across the room so fast she hardly had time to see him coming.
"He's gone again," he spat, their faces so close their noses were almost touching; she could see the maniacal glean in his eye. "Dinozzo said he just came to mess with us, and he left!"
"Jethro," she started, but he cut her off. But when he spoke, it was almost like he had not even heard her in the first place; like he was not really talking to her anyway.
"He isn't gonna get away this time," he muttered, and she cut across him, elevating her voice to make herself heard.
"Let someone else do it Jethro," she demanded, and he stopped his harried pacing, turning back to her.
"Somebody else?" he scoffed. "And who do you goddamn suggest Jenny?" he yelled.
"Let Fornell do it. Anyone else," she suggested, and then added as an afterthought, "And keep your damn voice down Jethro. Jesus! There are children sleeping upstairs."
"You think I don't know that Jen?" he growled, in her face again. "That's why somebody else is not going after him. He's not getting away. So he can come back when it's convenient for him, and terrorize my family? No."
"Jethro," she tried to reason, though her face was starting showcase a slight tremor. "Jethro, you are needed here," she insisted. She then said something, more as a last resort than anything. "Jethro, I need you here."
"Jenny do you think he'll stop? He won't. It's not just me he wants. Think about your mom, your sister, Eric, their kids. Jen he knows what they mean to you, and what you mean to me. He knows what you, and this baby mean to me. I killed his family, because his family killed mine. He never got anyone to fill what was missing. I did. He's out for blood. He's got nothing else to live for."
"Let someone else do it," she whispered, her voice pleading.
"Can't Jen," he muttered, and turned on his heel.
"Jethro," she called, "If you walk out that door, don't come back." That stopped him in his tracks. She didn't mean it, but she needed something to make him listen.
"Jenny," he growled, striding back across the room towards her.
"Jethro, at least sleep on it. Please?" she pleaded, "Jethro do not leave. Not again."
That struck a nerve. She saw his expression visibly soften, and wanted to sigh in relief. She only hoped it was enough. She closed her eyes, grabbing his face in her hands, and placed a soft kiss to his lips.; she kissed him again, and he tangled his hands in her long hair. It finally reached her back again. He liked that.
She moaned against his mouth as her back pressed against the wall, and he loosened the tie on her dress. He lifted her off her feet, and into his arms.
"Jethro!" she shrieked, "Put me down! Jethro you're going to drop me," she insisted.
He ignored her request, and instead said, "Jen you don't normally weigh more than a buck twenty, and you only gained about twenty pounds. I carried two-hundred pound guys much further than our bed. Trust me, you're light as a feather."
She rolled her eyes, and laughed as he kicked their bedroom door shut behind him.
Abby and McGee walked up the stairs to their respective apartments, Abby in front, McGee holding up the rear. They walked in silence, neither one having the courage to speak about what had happened that day.
As they reached the fork between their two apartments, Abby smiled softly, turning to unlock her door. She moved to push the door open, but was stilled by Tim's hand on her arm. She eyed him with question in her eyes, and he sighed heavily. "Abby if something would've happened to you today. I…" he faltered, unable to find the words to express what he was feeling; not entirely sure that he wanted to, that he should.
"You would've what Tim?" she prompted, playing with the keys in her hands. He looked at her, his internal struggle evident on his face. Finally, he threw all logic out the window, and pressed his lips against hers.
Her eyes shot open in shock; she had not been expecting that, but soon fluttered closed, and she smiled against his lips, pulling him into the apartment with her.
Ziva and Tony stepped through the door to their apartment, exhaustion on their faces. They had been the last to leave; both of them, despite Tony's insistence that she leave much earlier.
As they got into bed that night, Ziva cuddled into Tony's chest, and proposed something she had been thinking of for quite some time. "Tony, do you think that maybe we should look at something bigger? To live in I mean. The baby will need more room than what we have here."
He smiled, catching wind of her underlying message. "You want to buy a house Ziva?"
"I do not know. But we should probably start looking. Regardless of what we decide, we cannot stay here. When I moved here, it was for me alone. It is only one bedroom Tony."
"Yeah. I think a bigger place might be a good idea," he agreed. "Are you sure you're ready for this Ziva?" he asked. He knew that the idea of starting a family scared her, and he did not want her to feel that this was something she had to do, or have her run because she was not ready.
"I would not have suggested it otherwise Tony," she snipped teasingly.
The next morning, Jenny woke, rolling over in search of the familiar warm body that was usually there. Instead, she was met by cold sheets. She sat up, knitting her brows in confusion, and wrapping the sheets around herself, listened for any signs of him in the house. She was met only by silence; aside from the hum of the air conditioning, there was nothing.
Her stomach dropped as she caught sight of the starch white paper, lying where his head normally would. She snatched the envelope from its place, and fingered the flap. In a bout of courage she snatched the contents from the envelope, squinting at seeing an application for leave from work. She set the form aside, grabbing the other object from then envelope, a tri folded piece of white paper.
She threw it down, not bothering to read the entire thing, simply scoffing at the words at the tope of the paper. Dear Jen.
How ironic.
A/n: I hope you liked it guys! I really do! Reviews make me smile. Knowing that my efforts don't go to waste, and that my writing attempt are well liked make me very happy :)
S/n: OMG! Zumba is seriously fun. My mom brought me along tonight. There was this little old lady in the class and she was gettin it too. I was like oh!Get it! Lol I felt so bad. I was in a room full of women, who were, the majority anyway, 40 or 45, then there was the old lady, and some college girls, but they were all like "oh! This is fun! I'm pumped!" and I was like "Oh my god! This is fun! But O my god! This is ridiculous!"
My face was red and everything. My mother thought it was funny.
Okay sorry for my ramble of the day, I've been feeling the need to just tell that to everybody that today lolz. Idk why... okay really now... Toodles luvvies! :)