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The morning passed quickly due to the fact that Jen and Jethro just spent time cuddling and 'other things'. Now they were sitting in her study. Jethro wanted to bring up a certain issue but he didn't know if he should.

He decided, "Jen," he started running a hand up and down her arm.

"Hmm?" she mumbled.

"We need to talk more about why the La Grenouille thing consumed you, please come on. You can cry. Just tell me why," she looked him straight in the eye.

"He killed my father and I know it. And I know he was trying to manipulate my mind into thinking that my father was really alive."

"Jen I know this is gonna be hard but I know there is something more to it than just that. What is it. Tell me. What you tell me doesn't leave this conversation. Ever. Please, Jen."

"You know what I can't believe?" she said her tone sounding lighter than before.

"What?"

"You've said please twice in the last five minutes. That's something I wouldn't expect Leroy Jethro Gibbs to do."

He laughed a little, "Ha ha, Jen but come on tell me what it is that he did to you," he reached over to her side of the couch they were sitting on and scooped her up in his arms; putting her in his lap. He stretched his legs out and she did the same on top of his so they were laying on the couch and perched up against the armrest of the side of the couch. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rested them on her stomach.

She took a deep breath, "I met him when I was about 18 I guess. I came home for the weekend from my first semester of collage and my father and him were in here smoking cigars and drinking scotch," she began, "my father introduced us and I had a bad feeling from the start. So ya know he left and everything seemed pretty normal. I went back to school and hadn't seen him and didn't see him till some odd years later in '93. That time I came to come and visit my dad for the weekend and since I had a spare key to this house I just unlocked the door. I saw them fighting in the study and I tried to get them to stop. They cooled off and I was up in my room reading. I heard a knock at the door thinking it was my dad so I said come in. Well it wasn't it was La Grenouille. He told me my dad and him had settled their argument and my father had fallen asleep in one of the chairs. So La Grenouille locked my bedroom door and…" she trailed off and started to cry.

"It's ok you don't have to continue," he soothed kissing her hair and taking one of his hands off of her stomach, leaned her forward slightly and began to rub circles on her back.

"No Jethro, I need to tell someone this," she said. He dropped his hand from her back and they went back to their previous position, "well I started to freak a little," she continued, "he said things like you're such a beautiful young woman. You probably have dozens of men pining for you. Then he reached out to touch my cheek and I immediately pushed his hand away. All of a… all of a sudden he just lunged at me and I screamed… I felt him trying put his hands all over me. The next thing that happened I still can't explain to this day. I shut my eyes wishing I was anywhere but my room and then I opened my eyes and I didn't see him and he wasn't anywhere near me. I was in here. In the other chair that my father wasn't in. Well I got up and woke my dad. I told him what happened well at least of what I was comfortable of sharing but at the same time gave him the gist of what happened and then he saw La Grenouille leave. I could've sworn I saw him duck out the back of my house the night my dad died. I went into this sort of depression like state after that and felt immensely lonely. For two years I was like that. Nobody was there. Everything and anything in this house just was empty and haunting-like. I felt like never coming back here again but at the same time I felt like this house was my lifeline. As you know in '97 I joined NCIS and was assigned to your team. I finally felt like I had to get my life together and put some priorities in a straight path. Then once you and I left for Europe a year later… and after that second night in Marseille it felt like there was another path I could take instead of just the one straight path. The reason I left was because I was too confused and too accustomed to that original path. Now I know that it's the biggest mistake of my life. How would you even want me…" he took one of his hands and turned her head to meet his eyes.

"Don't you ever say that. I can't believe that he… he tried…"

"I know, Jethro," she turned around all the way and laid on top of him.

"I want you back. I want us. Don't you ever think anything different. This, us, is in for the long haul. Are you in it for the long haul because I need to know, Jen."

"Jethro, I am in it for the long haul," she wrapped her arms around his neck, "I'm not going anywhere this time because this is the only place I want to be. That I'll ever want to be. I'm not saying that we have to have kids cause I know how you feel about…" he cut her off.

"Hey, you know what, ever since after Shannon died and then I met you, you are the only person I'd thought of ever having kids with," she looked at him slightly amazed that he's being so open.

"Really? Umm Jethro there's something I should tell you. If you want to leave go ahead. But I need to tell you something," she sat up and so did he, she took a deep breath, "when I left you in Paris I soon discovered I was almost three months… pregnant," she looked down on the floor, "I knew it was yours there was no doubt. I kept her, her name's Jessica Elizabeth. Everybody calls her Jessi though. She's got your eyes, your facial structure, though she has my red hair, she got her stubbornness from us, here's the thing you should be proud of; she mastered the 'Gibbs stare'. Every time that she doesn't get her way she gives me that stare and I see you. Since the day she knew how to contradict me, even if she didn't even know what that word means. She lives with my aunt and uncle in South Carolina. I haven't visited in a while. If you want you can come with me. I want you to meet your daughter. I deeply regret not telling you. I want her to know who her father is. The only thing she knows is that you're alive and I'm making sure you're safe and will eventually have her meet you. Again Jethro if you want to walk out that door because you're mad because I kept this from you I don't blame you. I don't blame you at all."

He took in a deep breath and sighed, "Jen, that's umm a lot to take in. Yeah I want to meet her. She should be right around nine right?"

"Yeah. She turns nine in October, she was born on Halloween. We're always laughing about that. I was actually almost a week overdue. But on Halloween she decided to make her arrival into the world. She's like you; has her own schedule and doesn't change it she makes other people work around hers," Jen finally looked up at Jethro and gave a soft smile.

"Well that must be fun for her birthday parties. I'm not gonna leave, Jen. I don't care for your reasoning for not telling me. You told me and you want me to know her and I want to know her. She should move in here. I don't think Sophia would mind… wait does Sophia know about her?"

"Nope. It sort of shocked me that she hadn't tried to investigate were I would always go for weekends and I'm always saying that they are conferences. Since she didn't know I wanted to tell you first. If it makes you feel better no one that we know, knows. That's including Ziva. Well okay so she knows I have a daughter but she doesn't know who the father is. Though I think from what Sophia opened up her big fat mouth about and other clues for the past couple years I think she caught on but hasn't said anything. I'm so happy you're not mad. You can be ya know. Again I don't blame you if you are."

"I am seriously not mad, Jen," he leaned over to her and kissed her lightly on the lips.

"You wanna see a picture of her?"

"Definitely," he replied. She got up and walked over to her desk and unlocked one of the doors using a key that was on her key ring that was sitting on her desk. She pulled out a burgundy colored semi-worn photo album.

"This is just one of the albums. I pulled this one out because it has pictures of us in Europe and then the rest are of Jessi over the years. Even a couple that my aunt took in the hospital the day after Jessi was born," Jen sat down on the couch and Gibbs pulled her to his side and she snuggled into him some. Jen opened up the photo album and they began looking through pictures. The ones from Europe taken some odd years ago they knew the story behind each one.

They finally got to the pictures of Jessi. The first ones were from the hospital. Jen was in a rocking chair holding Jessi; Jen was looking up at the camera. Jessi was holding her mother's pinkie and yawning. Gibbs smiled at this. He saw the look on Jen's face in the picture. An expression of overwhelming joy and happiness but a hint of sadness because he wasn't there. Not for Jessi's birth, not for Jen's pregnancy, not for the past almost nine years. His expression grew solemn and he just stayed quiet while looking through the pictures of his and Jen's daughter. He couldn't believe that he had a daughter again much less with the only person he truly loved after Shannon died.

"This is the most recent. It's her school picture from this past year," Jen said breaking Jethro's thoughts. He looked at the picture and smiled. Jessi was the spiting image of Jen. Except for like Jen said the bone structure of her face and the eyes. Jessi's eyes were most definitely just like his.

"Jen back to my other point. I really think she should move in here. We're in this relationship for the long haul and I want wake up every morning to you and hear her coming down the stairs to come and eat breakfast with us. And don't think you'll be replacements for Shannon and Kelly. Because you aren't you never will be. I loved what I had with Shannon and Kelly. But they were my past and you and Jessi, are my future, Hell, I'll admit even though she's a pain in the ass, so is Sophia. I might even let her call me Uncle Jethro. I haven't decided yet though," Jen bit her lip and laughed afterwards. Then she looked up at Gibbs.

"Why do you love me so much?"

"I don't know Jen, I just do. And don't tell DiNozzo I said anything that would make me sound like a softy."

"Just admit it, Jethro. You're a big soft lug at heart. Just one of the many reasons why I love you," she put the photo album on the table and the wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. He moved her so she straddled him. His arms gripped tightly around her waist pulling her impossibly closer to him. She moan in his mouth at his actions. Once they broke for air she rested her forehead against his.

"I love you, Jen," he breathed.

"Love you too," she replied looking into his eyes. They were in this for the long haul and the only thing she had to cross off her list was having Jethro meet their nine year old daughter.

A/N: Ok people I wanted to put this up and although I only got 7 reviews I want more!!! I said i wanted 10 reviews for chapter 1 but whatever. I want at least 5 for this chapter because the third chapter is also uploaded as well.