Chap. 9

7 months pregnant and working hard, it was taking it toll on Jenny, she was tired. Her agency currently had 8 undercover operations running in 8 different countries. Every single one of them pulling at her to over see it from time to time. The teams in house, needed help getting out of trouble, mostly Gibbs's team, with the three letter boys and reporters, the endless stack of case files kept growing, as did her figure, making it even more difficult moving around. And the lack of athletic skills at the moment had her agitated, Gibbs did what he could to help her out, but had felt her hormones wrath more than once. Their first clashing had happened a little week after the ball at the White House.

"Agent Gibbs I expect you to follow my orders when I give them, not twist them to your likings!" Jen was loud and angry.

"But your orders didn't suit what I wanted." Gibbs was equally loud.

"What you wanted? Do you really know what you want! You still have a little issue you still need to discuss with a certain someone, and you still haven't done anything about that. So maybe I should just do what would be best for me..."

"Don't you always?" Gibbs interrupted her

"Jethro!" horrified by his outburst, and scared that he might regret it all she crossed her arms in front of her trying to shield her wounded heart from any shattering.

"Jenny!" he replied annoyed

"Quit that, I'm not the one who has a pregnant ex girlfriend, 3 ex wives and a girlfriend who knows nothing of any of it!" She spat and crossed her arms in front of her once more.

"You do know that it is hard to believe you are mad when you do that!" He indicated towards her arms crossed above her baby bump.

"Oh shut up, and get a move on. Go tell your precious girlfriend that you are about to become a father to your ex girlfriends baby, or I will!" this time placing her hands on her hips, to indicated she was not joking.

"Jenny, I will tell her ok." He rolled his eyes like always

"When?" was her fast reply.

"I don't know, you know I don't what to be an ass."

"Is it so hard to just say, sorry it is over!" again she spat and turned away from him.

"Maybe you can do that, I can't!"

"Oh the strong silent Gibbs needs to figure out a way to just say it with a look or stare! You know she is blond she may not be capable of figu…ooww!" She doubled over and placed a hand to her stomach.

"Jen." He yelled and was besides her in a split second.

"Just a hard kick. Now get OUT!" she pointed towards the door and he hurried out after giving her a look that told her, tell me if you need help.

The second time was not long after the first, three days to be precise. Gibbs drove to Jens house even though it was well past midnight.

He walked up to her front door, with a huge bag in one hand. When he reached the door he took a minute to think about what he would say to her, they hadn't talked since that day in her office. Finally he had decided, and rang the doorbell, it took a few minutes before the door opened a little, and Jen peeked out.

"Why aren't you in bed? He asked

"Why are you checking to see if I am at… 1:13 am?" she said in a sleep drunken voice.

"I'm not here checking up on you, I'm here to read my son a story!" He said holding up a book for her to see.

She looked at him suspiciously, and raised an eyebrow "You're what?" she opened the door wider.

"Here to read my son a story." He smiled wide at her and handed her the book, and she read out loud.

"Fairytales of Hans Christian Andersen. Classic Jethro, now why are you really here!" she put her hand on her hip and leaned against the door.

"I told her." he said and looked down at his shoes

"And?"

"And if you'll let me, I will make you mine!" his eyes locked with hers, and his soft smile reached them.

"I think you've already done your claiming!" she threw her head towards the living room, and moved away from the open door. He followed her after a few seconds frozen to the spot. Once in the living room he had placed the huge bag on the floor carefully and looked at her.

"So how did she take it?"

"Not well, look!" He said and pointed to his cheek, which had an imprint of a small hand.

"Oh poor baby, you want me to kiss it and make it better!" she was sarcastic in her saying, but judging from Jethro's smirk that wasn't the way he took it.

"I'm not sure that was the only place she hurt me!"

"Don't push it mister! Now what do you have in that bag?" she indicated towards the bag after pointing her finger at him.

"Oh the bag, well after my little chat with Karen I went to a small shop in my area, and bought a few things!"

She tried to straighten up further, but the baby wasn't agreeing with that, and she sunk back in the comfortable pillows running a hand in circular motions around her extended form.

"Are you alright?" she nodded and breathed slowly "Ok, first thing I spotted when I went into that small shop, what this, and it made me smile and think of you!" He said as he produced a small green square shaped box, he wounded it up and opened the lid and a soft lullaby played from the box.

"It's cute!" she said in a soft almost inaudible voice.

"It is. Now then I walked further inside and this shirt, I just had to buy it for you!" He handed her a blue tight fitting maternity shirt with the words 'It all started with a kiss' written on it. She laughed out loud and hugged the shirt tight to her chest, and looked at him. Even his eyes were smiling.

"I have more, on the back shelf I found these and decided that we really would be in need of these!" He pulled out a stack of blue and white towels with boats on and even a tiny bathrobe to match. He noticed her eyes turned blank with tears.

"I'm not finished yet so keep the water inside!" He watched her smile and the tears slowly spilling "Now this was on the counter and I had to buy it!" He handed her another book 'Baby's first book' she ran her hand down the front cover before flipping it open, the first page was already filled out, and now the tears was running freely. Jethro had filled out the first page with a picture and a few words written underneath.

'This is my mom and dad'

He pulled her into his arms and hugged her "I'm sorry Jenny for all the pain I've caused you, I just didn't know how to react or be around you, I felt like I had failed you when you told me you where pregnant. But I promise I will not run anywhere now!"

"You sure you can stand me?"

"Of course, otherwise I would never have shown up here at this hour."

"Ok, but I want to be able to kick you out when you get to much ok!" He nodded and smiled at her.

That night was spent resting in each others arms until morning, when they went to Jethro's house to pick up the most necessary things. Things he would be needing. And he moved into Jen's house.

A week ago Jethro got to feel how hormonal she was, even though he was trying to deal with one simple little thing to ease her workload and not overwork herself.

He walked into her office at 9 pm knowing that she had been at the office since 6 am that morning, overlooking 3 of NCIS's 8 undercover operations, had meetings all day, phone had been ringing off the hook, and everybody wanted a piece of the director. She looked stressed out and she had been rubbing her belly every time he had seen her.

"Jen, time to go home!" He said and begun to pack up her things.

"Who are you to tell me that I need to go home?" She didn't even raise her head from her reading.

"I am that baby's father, and baby's mother looks exhausted which means it's bedtime!"

"Get out. I'm working, I don't have time to sleep right now Jethro. Get out!"

"Nope!"

"I am telling you to get out or I will make you!"

His mock grin quickly turned to discomfort at she grabbed him between the legs and held on tight. "Do you ever want to have more children? Then I suggest you leave my office, leave my things in their respectful places and leave me to do my job, understood!" at her last word she squeezed a little harder and a funny sounding noise came from him as he nodded.

She was now sitting at her desk trying to concentrate on the case files she was reading, Jethro had kept interrupting her all day, to check up on her. He had even forced her to take a nap during the day. But now she was being interrupted by a certain youngster, when she looked down her entire belly was moving around, and the child was pressing himself so hard against her stomach walls that she could feel his backbone through the skin. She softly rubbed her hand up and down her son's back hoping it would calm the child enough so she could concentrate again and finish at a somewhat decent hour.

Suddenly the doors burst open and Jethro strode in with dinner in his hand. He snapped his fingers and pointed at the couch in her office.

"Here, now, eat!"

"Did you just order me to do something?"

"Yes and I put on a cup so don't even bother, get your tiny behind over here and eat. That kid of ours needs something to grow strong from and that damn green tea or what ever it is you drink, does not do it alone. So come here, sit down and eat. I'll read those case files while you eat."

"Fine, fine, I'll eat and you will read, and I do mean read Jethro. Not just signing it of because you like the guy! OK!" she sighed loudly and did as she was ordered to.

"Mmhmm, eat!"