A/N: Sorry for the late update! I was at my grandparents house all weekend, reading. I started a GREAT new book series….but anyways here is the chapter!

Jenny and Gibbs were just saying their last farewells to the people of NCIS. The newly-weds were going on their honeymoon in Paris for a week. The trip was going to be very sentimental for the couple, as their first and seemingly last romance was in Paris. But, they had the blessing to be given a third chance.

"Jethro, this is wonderful!" Jenny said, walking into the Parisian hotel that was her home for the next week. Gibbs smiled, because he knew she would love it. The two were hand in hand as they walked up to the receptionist's desk.

"Gibbs," Gibbs said, and the lady scrolled through her computer to find his name. She spoke French, and luckily both spoke the language. They received their room key and walked up the sparkling staircase, underneath the crystalline ceiling. Jenny smirked at her husband.

"This is brighter than the NCIS skylight," she joked. He rolled his eyes playfully and squeezed her hand tighter. Once Jenny and Gibbs got to their room, Jenny stuck the card into the slot on the door which unlocked it, and they walked in. The couples dumped their luggage on the ground unceremoniously and immediately afterwards, Gibbs swooped down to place his lips upon Jenny's. She returned the kiss happily, almost a little too happily, and Gibbs broke apart to say:

"We have a dinner reservation at seven, and we have to be ready by then."

Jenny stepped out of the bathroom at quarter after six, looking simply stunning. Gibbs was speechless. It was a one shoulder black number, which hugged her hips and showed off her curves in just the right places. There was beadwork down the left side, and the coloring in the dress made it look like her skin was glowing. Gibbs' jaw hung slightly open, and Jenny smirked at him. She walked over and placed her arms around his neck and kissed him. He was simply in a black and white suit, but still looked handsome in Jenny's opinion.

"Let's get going," she said, and he took her hand and escorted her out of the hotel. They took a taxi to the Eiffel Tower, at which they got off and headed towards the elevator. Gibbs wanted to take the stairs, but one look at Jenny's four inch heels made him reconsider. They arrived at their floor quickly and Gibbs spoke in French to sign in. Then a waiter in a black uniform led them to their table, which had a black lace tablecloth and was lit by a single candle in the middle. Gibbs poured Jenny and him a glass of the champagne in the ice bucket, and raised his glass.

"To us," Gibbs said. Jenny stared into his beautiful blue eyes, and raised her glass to clink with his. She knew he wasn't much for words, but those two simple words made all the difference to her.

"To us," she repeated, and sipped the champagne. Soon though the waiter came back to deliver steak au poivre to both. Jenny smiled at him.

"You remembered."

"Again," Gibbs laughed. They ate in silence, but it was a comfortable silence, enjoyed by both. And once dinner was done, Gibbs took Jenny's hand and led her into the elevator to descend the Eiffel Tower, after she insisted that she couldn't bear to eat dessert. Gibbs and Jenny decided to walk back to their hotel after dinner.

"Thank you Jethro," Jenny said, leaning in and giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Of course," Gibbs replied, brushing the hair out of her face and giving her a proper kiss. Suddenly, Jenny felt her stomach lurch, and she heaved over and threw up. Gibbs looked quite surprised.

"Are you alright Jen?" Gibbs asked, concerned. She shrugged.

"I don't know what happened. Let's just get back." Jenny muttered. Gibbs carefully slipped an arm around her waist.

Back at their hotel, Jenny had locked herself in the bathroom. Gibbs was worried. He kept wondering what could be wrong. His mind went to food poisoning immediately, but remembered that the two of them had been to the restaurant before, many, many years ago though. So he knocked on the bathroom door.

"Jen?" he asked quietly. "Can I come in?"

"Jethro," she groaned.

"It's probably not contagious Jen," said Gibbs. He heard the door click, so he opened it. Inside sat a disheveled Jenny.

"Jethro, I'm not sick." Jenny said. Gibbs looked confused. "I'm pregnant."