I'm back from holiday :D And very happy about it! Sorry i haven't UDed in ages, i think i have about 10 ongoing fics... probably more. :P Thanks for the reviews from last chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter 3

He held her scarf away, and rubbed soothing circles on her back as she threw up time and time again.

The chemo, it might give her more time, maybe another whole month or two. But was it worth it? To go through all of this.

She threw up again, "Shush, its ok Jen. It's ok sweetheart."

It had been a month already. A month of their precious time together. The team knew about Gibbs and Jenny together. They knew about her illness. She could remember their individual reactions…

She'd called them to her office, scared of how they would take it.

Tony had been the first to speak, "What? No, there must be some mistake, are you sure? No…" those had been his words, until Gibbs had looked him in the eye. And he'd seen the truth. There was no mistake. She was dying.

McGee, he'd looked horrified, like he didn't know what to say. So he just hadn't said anything at all.

Abby had cried, but quietly.

Ducky, who had already known had just looked her in the eye, his face full of regret and sadness. She didn't deserve this.

Ziva, Ziva had surprised them all. She had done something so un-Ziva like that Jenny had had to blink several times, along with everyone else in the room. She'd started to cry, and pulled Jenny into a hug. They were close, always had been since they met and formed a close friendship. She was sort of like an older sister to her. "No," she'd whispered in her ear. "Yes," Jenny had whispered back.

When she broke away the tears were gone, and she'd slipped back behind her mask, but subtly Tony had taken her hand, and rubbed his thumb up and down comforting her. The only one in the room who'd been oblivious was McGee.

They were being great. Tony was stepping in as leader when needed because Gibbs was at hospital with Jenny.

Ziva would sometimes go and sit with Jenny in hospital if Gibbs was needed at work, or simply because she wanted to help. McGee would do useful things like do the laundry or go food shopping. Ziva would support Gibbs (subtly), Tony would support Ziva, and McGee would… try support Tony. They were all helping each other, they had to or none of them would get though it.

Back in the bathroom with her head in the toilet, Jenny threw up again.

It was never-ending. Except it was. Because more than likely in another five months she would be dead.

She remembered vividly the day her hair began to fall out, the team had actually all been around to Jenny's for dinner. Ziva and Tony had said they would cook, and everyone had been stood around chatting, Abby, Ducky, Jimmy and McGee were having a conversation. Tony and Ziva were bickering with each other about how the meat should be cooked, both thinking their own method was right. Gibbs had his arm slung carefully around Jenny's tiny waist. She had lost a fair bit of weight with the aggressive treatment. She was listening and watching with amusement as Ziva threatened to kill Tony. And then as that didn't work, she threatened not to sleep with him for a month. Jenny laughed when his face went pale with shock, "Of course we'll do it your way sweet cheeks." He'd said smiling.

"I knew that would work," Ziva had grinned at Jenny.

"You wouldn't be able to resist my charm even if you tried to carry out that threat sweet cheeks,"

"You want to bet?"

"Well we could always test that theory out Ze-vah, I'm irresistible."

"Then why did you let me do it my way?"

"Because I couldn't take that chance, and I love you." He'd said pecking her on the cheek, leaving her glowing.

Jenny couldn't help but smile at them, they were so happy. They both deserved it.

Gibbs had caught her eye, and she could see the laughter there. Tony and Ziva had been together for a while by that point, they'd told Gibbs a little after they'd found out about Jenny, although they all knew by then anyway. Telling them had just been a formality.

They'd all been having a lovely time, and Jenny had been fiddling with her hair, when a tuft came out.

The hum of conversation in the room had fallen to a silence.

She'd not said anything, just turned and ran out of the room.

Ziva had been the one to follow her up to her room.

She sat with her and put an arm around her as she cried.

"You have gorgeous hair," she'd said fingering it. "Do you really want to loose it completely piece by piece?"

"Ok,"

"Ok what?"

"Cut it off,"

"Are you sure?"

"Then I can keep it."

So she'd set about with a pair of scissors and soon it was all gone.

"You look beautiful," Ziva had said,

"I look bald."

"And beautiful," she'd said smiling. Then she'd found a pretty silk scarf, and tied it around Jenny's head.

"Does that make you feel better?"

"A bit,"

"I still think you're beautiful, and so will Gibbs." She added.

She'd been so worried he wouldn't, now the one thing that really attracted her to him was gone – her fiery red hair. But when she eventually plucked up the courage to go downstairs, she was met with a warm reception of friends telling her she looked great.

And then Gibbs had kissed her, and whispered lovingly into her ear, "You're still just as beautiful,"

She'd needed to hear it from him.

And he'd read her mind. Then again, he'd always been good at that.

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