Paperwork lost its thrill weeks ago. Jenny Shepard was 18 weeks pregnant and sick and tired of sitting around all day in her office. She decided that even though she was pregnant, she shouldn't have to stay cooped up all day. SecNav had found out about the pregnancy a couple weeks ago, and even he was being extra nice to Jenny. She hadn't had a video conference in MTAC in what seemed like forever! So Jenny pooled up her courage and marched down the steps into the bullpen one day when she saw Gibbs and his team gearing up.

"Jethro…" she whined. Gibbs stared at her.

"Jen, not now we have a dead Marine," said Gibbs, motioning for his team to keep moving.

"No Jethro I want to come."

"You want to do fieldwork Jen?" asked Gibbs. She nodded eagerly. "Jenny, are you sure it would be—"

"Jethro come on I'm fine…" begged Jenny. Gibbs thought about it. There were risks that they would be taking by letting the Director of NCIS come on a field assignment. Especially a pregnant one. So of course the obvious answer would be—

"Fine Jen, c'mon!" Gibbs said. Jenny grinned. Gibbs slipped his hand around her waist, feeling for her SIG, which was on her right hip. She took it as an act of romance. Then, leading her to the elevator, he felt the growing bulge on her stomach that was going to be their child. He smiled slightly at his wife as they entered the elevator, and Jenny looked back at him lovingly. Both were excited for the family that they were going to raise together.

-The Beginning-

At the crime scene, Gibbs had sent Ziva and DiNozzo to talk to any people around. The murder happened at a gas station. It was robbed, trashed, and the only man on duty was Petty Officer Richard Peterson, who was shot at point blank range in the head. Jenny and McGee were photographing the scene. Of course McGee was nervous working with the Director of NCIS, but Jenny and Gibbs told him to forget that she was even of a higher rank then him, because they didn't want anything happening while she was out of the office.

"Director—I mean…Agent Shepard…" said McGee. "Could you, um…photograph over there more?" Jenny turned her head.

"Sorry McGee I didn't mean to be in your way. It's just been a long time since I've been in the field…" said Jenny with a glance to Gibbs, who smirked. They both knew exactly when her last time in the field was….

"I can't believe this. I'm director less than 24 hours, and I'm back on the street," said Jenny, sitting next to her former partner.

"Yeah…its great isn't it?" asked Gibbs, smirking.

"Truth be told, I'd rather be in bed," said Jenny without thinking. Gibbs raises his eyebrows at her. "Sleeping." She said quickly.

Jenny moved over to the cash register to take pictures of the bloody fingerprints. Ducky was taking care of Peterson's body. She glanced out the window, and saw something.

"Jethro, McGee, I see something outside that looks like another pool of blood," said Jenny. Gibbs nodded at her to go check it out, and sent McGee too. When they got to the site, McGee knelt down and photographed the substance which did indeed look like blood. He pulled out an evidence dish and a cotton swab.

"I'll get this to Abby so she can run it," McGee said to Jenny who nodded. McGee had just swabbed the substance and barely had time to slip the evidence jar in his pocket when the entire gas pump exploded. Jenny and McGee were blown off their feet and landed several feet away. Through the smoke, ashes and fire, Jenny could just make out her husband running for his life over to her. She saw someone else call for an ambulance and that was it before it all turned black.

Gibbs was at the hospital, pacing back and forth in front of the receptionist's desk. He was angry at the doctor's for not giving him a report—his pregnant wife and one of his agents were in critical condition! The only thing he had heard was that they were recently in surgery. Gibbs looked at his watch, and calculated that they should be out by now. And as if on cue, the head doctor stepped out of the ward and into the waiting room.

"Doc…give me something," Gibbs said desperately. The doctor just looked at him.

"Are you family?"

"I am the husband of Jennifer Shepard, and Timothy McGee is one of my agents. Now you damn well better tell me what's going on. My wife is 18 months pregnant!" Gibbs shouted. "Jenny…" he said softly. "Will she make it? What about…what about my son?" The doctor sighed.

"I'm sorry Agent Gibbs. Nothing's for certain."