A/N: Someone asked me 'wouldn't Gibbs realize that it wasn't Jenny's body?' and 'wouldn't Gibbs have visited Mike before then?". Well you need to remember that Gibbs never saw her body because he never unzipped the bag in autopsy, secondly Gibbs didn't visit Mike because he was over-loading himself with work so that he wouldn't think about her. If anyone is doubting that the 'replacement' Jenny found didn't look like her, well, you just need a good imagination and trust her instincts to find someone that looked like her so that no-one would suspect that she wasn't dead.

A/N2: I really don't know where to go from here so please review or PM me if you have any ideas!

So here I am now, carrying my two-month-old baby in my arm, staying with Franks in Mexico, in his wretched house. Mike was outside smoking, drinking… I don't know, whatever he does outside every single day. Scarlett held up her smooth fist and waved it in the air. She opened her mouth; I'm guessing it was a yawn. He eyes slowly widened, revealing her Jethro-blue eyes. She was adorable, every time I looked at her, it reminded me of Jethro. For the first two weeks after Scarlett was born, Mike went out and attempted to buy nappies, milk powder and everything that either Scarlett or I needed for the both of us to be comfortable. But after a while he gave up, he didn't like going out to all the stalls, especially not seeing mothers and their crying infants. Scarlett was the type of child who had a soft cry. Mike and her soon developed a strong relationship. He was almost like a real dad to her and he loved her like one. He would talk to her about Jethro and my past, when he thought I couldn't hear him in the bathroom. I could hear him loud and clear. There were many parts of our relationship that Jethro had told him about. Many parts, which I wish, Mike hadn't told Scarlett since they weren't exactly PG rated. I spent most of my time trying to tidy up his house and find a place for everything so that it wouldn't be a hazard for Scar (my nickname for Scarlett) when she started to crawl. Mike didn't exactly like electronics; he didn't even have a phone. So time went past really fast.

Before I knew it, Scar was seven months and crawling on all fours. I always carried Scar after dinner and take her out for our evening stroll. It reminded me of the times Jethro and I had in Europe. We'd take a stroll down the beach and watch the sunset. He'd have his arms wrapped tightly around me to keep me warm and his other hand was always locked with mine. I remember him whispering in my ear as we walked slowly down the beach wanting time to stop forever, just so that the moment wouldn't end. He'd tell me that I was beautiful, that I was his life and he wouldn't be able to live without me. All that has changed now, he can live without me. When I left him in Europe he moved on and developed a new relationship… relationships. I saw the mistakes that he made, getting married and divorced, married and divorced. I didn't want to be another one of his mistakes. I was afraid, afraid that if I told him how I felt for him that he no longer felt the same way for me. Getting to where I was, the director of a federal agency, especially being a woman, my career had been about making decisions and accepting the consequences. Not for Jethro though, I didn't want to make any chances with him. The sun was setting, it's almost a year now, living with Franks and watching the sun set almost every day, yet the sight never failed to take my breath away. It was time to take Scar in so that she could get some sleep and so that I could get some rest. It took almost an hour before scar would actually fall asleep, it was one of those days that she refused to let go of my sleeve, it was as if her life depended on it. When she finally did fall asleep, it decided to take a nice, long shower before going to bed.

As I was making my way down the corridor, I heard mike's voice. That was a first, Mike was actually talking on the cell that I gave him. He sounded annoyed, probably some car trade gone wrong.

"I'm fine, probie, how're you holding up?"

Crap. Gibbs? No, it couldn't be. He would never call Mike, he knew better than that. Mike hated technology, how did Jethro even know that Mike had a cell? Of course, McGee. I didn't want to hear anymore of the conversation, that was enough for one day.

I went inside the bathroom and stared at my reflection in the mirror, surprisingly, I had lost a lot of weight, considering that most women gain weight after going through pregnancy. My hair's longer now, like it was when I became the director of NCIS. It was dyed brunette and I was tanner, a lot tanner. It was probably from spending the past year on the beach. It wasn't long until I started to think about Jethro, again. I had to stop, I let him go and I will never be happy until I can stop thinking about him every day. I stepped into the shower, trying to make myself forget, I felt the burning hot water hit my skin. I wasn't long until my entire body was bright red, time to get out and go to bed. I wrapped a towel around myself, got out of the shower and slipped on my night gown. Walking down the corridor I quietly pushed open Scar's door a peeked in one last time to check if she was fine, before finally crashing out in my own bed.

The sun was shining right into my face. Crap. I forgot to turn on my alarm. Crap. I'm late; Scar's probably starving by now. I jumped out of bed and slipped on my jacket and walked as quickly as I could without running to Scar's room. She wasn't in her crib. Thank god Mike had taken the liberty and taken care of Scar. I was going to take a shower and get changed, even though I've been living with Franks for the past year, I still avoid letting him see me in my night-gown, especially if I just woke up and looked like a mess. My eyes were puffy from all the crying I did last night, thinking about Jethro. I was in the shower when I heard a man talking to someone, Mike, I assumed that he was trying to entertain Scar while her mother was taking her time of in the shower. I couldn't hear what he was saying. After all, the hot water heating system was probably working on max. I took longer than I usually would in the shower, Mike was still entertaining Scar rather well. I couldn't make Mike's voice, yet I could hear Scar giggling. I knew I had to get out eventually, it was almost time for lunch and after living with Mike for so long, I discovered his idea of lunch was a bottle of beer and a couple of cigarettes. But since I had Scar, I forced him to restrict his smoking to a minimum, it was bad for her health, my health and his health. Thank-god he agreed.

When I got out of the shower 15 minutes later, I got changed into shorts and a normal t-shirt. I'd worn the shirt so many times now; if you tried you could actually see my bra. I decided that it would be the last time I wore it, and then I would donate it to Mike's rubbish tip at the back of the house. I was in the kitchen when I decided to check how well Mike was coping with Scar. He has never been able to spend more than an hour with Scar without making her break into tears. Surely it must have been over three now. I slipped on my oversized thongs and made my way out to the beach, it was awfully quiet now, I was beginning to feel a bit worried, after all, Mike wasn't a people person, let alone babies.

"Mike?" I called out.

There was no reply, I picked up my pace and turned the corner of the house. Then I saw him, not Mike, him. He was standing there, carrying Scar, staring into her deep Jethro-blue eyes. His back was to me. I would be able to recognize his silvery white hair anywhere. It was Jethro, here in Mexico, less than a meter away from me. Crap. He wasn't meant to be here. He was meant to be in DC, in his basement. Not in Mexico. I slowly breathed out and was trying to back away. He would see me eventually but if Mike hadn't told Jethro that I was Jenny Shepard, I still had a chance of pulling this off. After all, I did look different from what I did almost a year ago when Jethro last saw me and my hair was brunette and longer, I was tanner now and a lot skinnier than I was before. I finally had the courage to speak, aloud, and not in my head planning how different I looked.

"Hi," I tried to sound confident and put on some kind of accent so that I would sound different.

Jethro turned around slowly, trying not to wake Scar, who buried her face in his chest and was taking her afternoon nap. It was so sweet, Jethro was carrying his daughter for the very first time and they were actually getting along very well. Mike was still nowhere to be seen. Jethro looked up at me, and I saw the shock on his face.

"Jen?"

"Sorry, I think you must be mistaken me for another Jennifer. I'm Mike's unofficial wife, your carrying our daughter in your arms. Now can I please have her back; it's time for me to feed her."

Unofficial wife. Who would say that? I secretly wanted Jethro to keep holding Scar; after all she was also his daughter. But, I was almost certain that if a mother saw a stranger carrying her daughter, she would want to protect her.

"No you're definitely Jen. Why the hell are you here in Mexico?"

Crap. Where's Mike when you need him. I saw the fury burning up in Jethro's eyes. I knew that he knew that I was me. I knew he was mad at me. But, why does he care? It should be better for him now that I'm supposedly dead.

Then, Mike appeared from around the corner, behind Jethro. I saw that he was shocked too; I looked at him and gave him the 'play along or I'll shoot you' look and thanked-god he understood. Jethro saw that I was looking at something behind him and turned as well, he saw Mike.

"Mike, why the hell is she here?"

"She's my wife Gunny,"

"She's Jenny and even if she isn't, isn't she a bit too young for you?"

Mike raised his hand as if he was about to smack Jethro on the back of the head, "don't tempt me, Probie."

"Mike, who's this, I need to take Scar in to feed her," I said as I made my way to Mike, passing Jethro. I felt his hot gaze on the back of my back. I walked next to Mike and wrapped my arm around him. Mike looked at Jethro and gave him the 'give the baby back to her before she chews off your head' look. Jethro handed Scar back to me, as he was doing so, his hand gently brushed against my arm. A tingling feeling went down my spine and almost sent me dropping to my knees, almost.

"Thank-you," I told him as I brought Scar back into the house and began making Scar her bottle.

I busied myself trying to concentrate on making Scar's lunch. It was really hard especially I was trying to focus on Mike and Jethro's conversation outside the entire time. It was more of a murmur but it was something like, why Mike had a wife that looked identical to me when I was the Director of NCIS and whether or not I really was Jennifer Shepard. I was half-way through feeding Scar when Mike and Jethro walked into the house. Mike walked up to me and slid his arms around my waist. If a man walked up and did this to me on any other occasion, I would have more than likely shot them by now. Of course, Jethro was an exception along with this situation.

"He's Gibbs, and gonna' be staying with us for a coupla' months."

I felt his smoky breath against my neck. I looked up at Jethro, still staring at me as if he was still sure that I was the Jen he used to know. I turned away from Jethro and faced Mike, I locked my arms around his neck and gave him the 'explain' look and replied in the most cheery voice that I could,

"Okay."

Mike got my look and wanted to keep his ears from ringing afterwards and said, "Probie 'ere works for a federal agency, NCIS. He's on holiday, stayin' with us for a coupla' months before going back to Washington."

NCIS. Something I haven't heard being said aloud in so long.

"What's NCIS, hun?"

Something that I had always secretly hated people asking when I was still the director of NCIS, Jethro knew this. I said it partly so that Jethro would stop thinking that I was me and another reason was that it seemed as though no-one had the slightest idea what NCIS meant.

"Oh," Mike seemed surprised that I had asked such a question.

"Naval Criminal Investigation Service," Jethro answered, still staring at me with curious and not so angered eyes, anymore.

"Okay," I replied softly, not wanting to look Jethro in the eye.

Scar lifted her fist and waved it in the air, it was as if she didn't want to be left out of our conversation. As I waved my finder across her, she grabbed it and I kept moving it in a backwards and forwards motion. Not only to calm her but to also take my concentration off Jethro and onto something else. It was a while until I realized that the both of them were silent because they were waiting for my reply. So I finally spoke up,

"I'll go and set up the rooms."

Mike and Jethro were following me through Mike's house, I was at the hallway when I remembered. There were no other rooms that were available, Mike had his own master bedroom, I had a room and Scar had a room. All three of the rooms were taken. Not to mention it would be really weird if two couples didn't even sleep in the same room. I shot a look up at Mike and as if he read my mind he spoke to Jethro.

"You're gonna' hafta sleep in her room, after she gets everything packed up. She's the type who can't sleep with people," I stared at Mike, then at Jethro. He wasn't buying it but he played along anyway.

"Let's go out, I gotta' talk to you Mike." Jethro began to make his was out to the beach again. Mike looked at me for a while and followed behind him.