After a last, loud moaning escaped their two throats as they reached their climax together. Exhausted, he collapsed over her petite body, just about to roll onto his side when he could feel her stop him.

"Stay...", she whispered hotter and held him by his shoulders. "Stay like that.", she said more calmly and opened her eyes.

Even back then she had liked it very much when he lay over her body, when she felt him on top of her and when his sweaty body, which was adorned with thick muscles, touched hers. She wanted to feel him not only inside but on top of her, to fall asleep under him.

His eyes met hers, gazing deeply into the beautiful emerald green before he stared at her slightly open lips. She didn't have to say anything, because he knew what she was longing for without words and without hesitating for a second, he kissed her soft lips. Still during the kiss he rolled on his back, pulled her — without ending the kiss — and took her head between his two hands to deepen the kiss. Jethro could not lay down on her with his full weight and lean on her in bed with his forearms a little longer, he couldn't make it as long as before.

Breathlessly Jen sat down on his chest and cuddled up close to him. She felt him put his arm around her, pulled the blanket to her shoulders and could hear his heart beating.

"I am not perfect, not the man you deserve, but I promise you that I can be that man. I make mistakes and hurt you, but I really don't want anything more than for you to forgive me for my stupidity.", Gibbs said quietly, staring at the wall of the room. "I lay the world at your feet, showing you every single day how precious you are to me and that I deserve your love, no matter how long it takes, Jen.

She listened to his words in silence. She loved him so much and yet it was so hard for her to forgive him, she just couldn't yet, and she didn't know when she could. So much had happened between them, and she was hurt by him again. The fact that he could not be sincere in Paris at that time had hurt her, had made her heart ache; but when he tried to accuse her yesterday of imagining something that was actually here, it proved to her that he did not take her seriously and that hurt her much more than the lie about his marriage.

It was clear to both of them that no problems could be solved with sex, but when he just stood in front of her, and she felt his breath on her skin and his lips on hers, she just couldn't help but give in. That's the thing about love, you just couldn't control it and suppressing feelings that were just floating around was harder than you thought. It was clear to both of them that there was a long way to go and much still had to be clarified.

The gray-haired chief investigator just had to start small to regain their trust, but he could not give up fighting for her, and he wanted to prove it to her every single day!

Slowly she opened her eyes and felt a tear running down her cheek. Just the thought of him hurt — she felt hurt and could not control her emotions. She wanted him so much...

"Did you talk to him?", she recognized the soft voice of Ziva.

Sleepily, she raised her head and looked at the young woman in front of her, wondering. "Ziva?", she asked, just to make sure she was not still dreaming.

Jennifer needed a moment to orient herself and remember why she was lying here in the on-call room. Gibbs had brought her here after he literally ran her down the hallway and found that she was not fit for work. Despite her protest, he took Ducky and now she was sitting here with the strange thought of being pregnant. She had no doubt that a child with Gibbs would be the most beautiful thing in the world, and yet, she felt sick when she thought about it.

"Jenny?", she raked when her counterpart seemed to be in another dimension. Carefully, Ziva touched her arm and managed to bring her back.

"Are you okay?"

Jenny nodded silently at the question and leaned her head against the wall, not closing her eyes for a moment, hoping that this terrible nausea would soon pass. She would not be able to hold out for long!

"You sure?"

"I am fine.", she confirmed to the Israeli and looked into her eyes again. "I really am."

The next minutes were filled with silence, neither of the two women took a word in their mouths. The silence could be experienced as pleasant or embarrassing, but between Jenny and Ziva it was just right. Both understood each other even without words and so it came about that Ziva knew that Jenny was discussing some big concerns and Jenny in turn knew that Ziva was struggling with something.

"Ducky, I beg you, talk to me."

"Jethro, you know I can't do that.", he waved and closed the autopsy report.

"It's been three months and with each day since Indiana, I see her falling apart more and more."

The pathologist nodded, he too had noticed this, but that was why he had ordered this blood test, which he was still waiting for. When Jen described her symptoms to him in detail, the man knew immediately what was going on, but he could not tell the gray-haired man anything. The director's complaints were clear, but it should not be forgotten that her heart was broken and her psyche played a very important role in the symptoms.

"I'm worried, though, because I can no longer watch her go down."

"Then you should consider being honest for once or you will lose her forever."

They were true words and the Navy wanted nothing more than to reconcile with her, to have a normal relationship with her, and he had been trying to talk to her since Indiana, and yet he had never really done so. Maybe it was just the fact that she made it clear to him that if he ever dared to talk to her about private matters again, she would fire him.

"Jethro, you don't have a choice, talk to her, now."

"She doesn't want to. Didn't you hear it yourself?"

"She was hurt, angry. Jethro, she found your wedding ring in this bed, how could she react?"

Again, he was right. How would he have reacted if he had found her wedding ring? Probably the same way, he thought, convulsively thinking about what to do. He didn't want to lose her, or even think about having lost her already. Gibbs didn't want to imagine seeing her happy with another man in the future just because he had apparently forgotten how to handle a woman. What was going on? He wasn't the kind of man who treats women so disparagingly, so why Jenny? She was the one woman he didn't want to let go, and yet he managed to push her away more and more! Why?

"And you really think you're okay?", Ziva forcibly fortified.

Exhausted, Jen dropped to the floor and ran her hair with both hands. Her nausea seemed to get worse and worse, just wouldn't stop and it worried her deeply. Her thoughts circled at the words of Ducky, if she were really pregnant — tormented by this nausea — was it good for her baby at all?

Nodding confirmed it to Ziva. She couldn't tell her about the suspicion, even though she was the only person she knew she was looking after as well as Ducky.

"I can see that you are clearly not well.", she said and sat down on the floor with her. "Talk to me, please."

Silently, Jen buried her head in her hands and let her fingers slide through her hair. Should she? Could she? What if there was no pregnancy after all? But then what caused her discomfort? She felt helpless, abandoned and visibly overwhelmed with the loss of control over her body.

"Jenny.", Ziva spoke to her and even seemed to succeed, because it seemed that Jennifer was opening up after all.

"Get me Ducky, or... Gibbs.", she whispered and closed her eyes as she dropped her head back into her neck. "Quick.", she added, barely audible, and her younger counterpart complied with this request without a moment's hesitation.

She knew little about the place, but fortunately she knew the way from the washrooms to Agent Gibbs' table group; it was no coincidence that she had inherited a good sense of direction. With quick steps the young woman ran back to Tony and McGee — hoping they would follow her request and get Gibbs and Dr. Mallard — Jenny needed one of them urgently.

"You are still here?", Tony asked in surprise when she finally arrived at the table groups and gave her his attention.

"Where is Gibbs?"

"Funny, I kind of have déjà vu here.", he murmured softly and drummed on the desk with his pen. "You asked me that question once before."

"No, I asked for the Director, not Gibbs.", she corrected the man in front of her, "Now I'm asking for Gibbs."

"You are still here?", she recognized the voice of the man she was supposed to find and bring to Jenny.

Rolling her eyes, Ziva turned to him. It wasn't big news that Gibbs was not well liked by Ziva and the young woman shared that trait with the silver fox, but now it was not about any pleasantries to be exchanged, it was about Jenny and her health.

"You need to come with me.", she replied, ignoring the first part of her conversation and staring sharply at the Marine. "It's important.", she added somewhat more quietly.

"What is so urgent that you really want to show me?", he asked incredibly and threw the empty coffee cup into the trash can next to his table. "Didn't I tell you to leave?"

"It's not about me, it's about Jenny.", she justified herself before him and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "She's bad, worse to be honest, and she needs you. She had him.

All his attention now belonged to her and there was still so much she could tell him, but Jenny was really more important now and so everything else could be pushed into the background. The brunette woman looked at him with a meaningful look, and she knew she didn't have to say anything more because now Gibbs was following all of her instructions without asking any great questions.

She stood in front of the sink, had made it and picked herself up. Her skin was pale and her cheeks slightly reddened and under her eyes dark black spots appeared — it was make-up leftovers! There was still some of her mascara in the corner of her eye, but she had more important things to worry about than her appearance. There were so many feelings in her belly and a real tornado in her head.

Suddenly the door slammed against the wall, and she was visibly scared. Her heart was pounding so hard against her chest that she almost thought it would jump out of her chest. She had even dropped the water bottle, whose contents were now spread all over the room, on the floor.

Silently he stood before her, watched her worriedly and just as he was about to say something, he noticed her shining eyes. His heart cramped at the sight, and he wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and press her firmly against him; that's exactly what he did now. Jethro took the red-haired woman firmly in his arms, could feel her tears soaking his shirt and her trembling body against his.

"Jen.", he said softly in her ear and stroked her back. "Let me take you home, perhaps to a doctor."

No sooner did she nod, it surprised him, but he was relieved at her insight. Something was wrong, even a blind man saw it, and he didn't want to risk that she was seriously ill only to blame himself later for not reacting fast enough.

"Jethro...", she whispered hotter and raised her head, wanting to look him in the eye when she told him about the suspicion. He had a right to know, she thought and swallowed hard. "I...", she began to speak and was interrupted by him even before she really began to speak.

"Later, not now."

"Yes, now; later I might not be able to make it.", croaked Jen and took a step away from him.

With mixed feelings and a cramped stomach she stood before him, not quite knowing how to tell him about it, but she had to do it, he deserved it. If she was really pregnant, he was the father, and he should be at her side and that from the beginning. She wouldn't make it alone, the nausea and all the accompanying symptoms were already killing her and bringing her to her knees. How was this to be in the later pregnancy? Would he even want a child? Would he stand by her and support her during the pregnancy?

"There... there is, well, kind of chance that I might be pregnant."

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