A new chapter :) Yay! I'm so going to bed now. It's only ten thirty, but i am ever so tired. *yawns* I hope you like it. :) This is for Hayley, because (as per usual) she wrote a bit of it. :P Also for Hannah, i miss you, and Alice, can't wait to see you on Friday :)

Chapter 17

They had gone to sleep wondering whether Gibbs would burst into their rooms at some point during the night. Jenny was asleep in the chair/couch thing in Ziva's room, and Ziva and Tony were asleep on her bed. They lay facing each other, Tony's arm draped over her back, and Ziva's hand had crept across to his back, she was asleep, sheer exhaustion had taken over, though he watched as she tried to fight the sleep that would eventually come no matter what. She had been stabbed, and she was pregnant. She needed to rest, but, Ziva, being Ziva, would never admit that. And now, with her asleep, he had the chance to finally get a look at her. The light in the room was dim, and the little light there was highlighted her face, creating an almost glowing effect. She looked beautiful, in a very vulnerable way. But in a stunningly vulnerable way. He was lucky, and he knew it - that she trusted him enough to see her like this, to be this close to him. It was like all her walls were down, and at a moment like this, anyone in his position could get in. He knew better than most that she didn't expose herself like this often, and if she did, it was very rare that it would be in the company of others. He was touched that she trusted him enough, they had been partners, essentially in love for years, but they had admitted that fact for a very short amount of time, and had slept together only once. It was her way of telling him she trusted him and that she was fully letting him in. Maybe knowing that was what made this moment so beautiful for him. And he was grateful for it.

Glancing at the clock, he saw that it was four am. He really should try and get some sleep. Stealing one last look at her, he pulled her a tiny bit closer without stirring her, and closed his eyes.

Ten minutes later, or so, he had drifted off into a light, dreamless sleep.

Twenty minutes later, the door of their room creaked open quietly and Gibbs walked in.

He stopped. He gaze passed quickly over Tony and Ziva, rolling his eyes at their position, and settled on Jen. His Jen. Her hair was longer, still red. She looked tired, but stunning. But very tired. He couldn't breathe. All this time, he had thought she had been dead. God it felt like forever.

Once he could breathe again, once he'd gotten over the shock, 'composed' himself slightly, he flicked the switch on the side of the wall. With the full intention of waking all three up.

Tony was the first to stir, detangling his hand from Ziva's hair to shield his eyes, he was the first to wake, Gibbs suspected, because he was the last to fall asleep. He moved his gaze onto Ziva, all he could feel was relief, really, washing over him. But again, she was alive. They all looked tired. They all looked like him. It had been a tough couple of months.

Ziva and Jen were stirring now as well, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he watched Jen. He had watched her wake up more than once, the familiarity was comforting in a way, but it also stirred up memories, some happy, some painful.

"Boss?" Tony said, trying to untangle himself from Ziva, without Gibbs noticing, knowing full well it wouldn't work.

"Would waiting till the morning have killed you Jethro?" Jenny asked, her voice a little shaky, as she slowly stood.

He reached up and laid his hand on her cheek. His eyes shimmered, tears threatening, but not falling. She stepped toward him and he held onto her. After a few seconds, he broke the silence. "Never do this to me again." She shook her head, holding onto him tighter, silently making the promise to herself. For him, more than anything, for both of them.

Tony coughed to break the potentially awkward moment. "Hey Boss," he said sheepishly. "Good flight?" Ziva, who was just about conscious, mumbled something incoherent, and Tony turned his attention back to her as did Gibbs and Jenny, as she snaked an arm round him, her face contorted slightly.

"Hey, Zee," Tony said softly, "Do you need more pain killers? What hurts?" He asked, concern in his eyes as he soothingly smoothed a hand over her forehead.

Gibbs watched them, saw the love and worry in Tony's eyes, and knew that she would be well looked after. But he knew both of them, and had never had doubts about that anyway.

"Gibbs," Ziva mumbled, ignoring Tony.

"Ziva, if you're in pain, you push the pain button," Tony said, taking it himself.

"I am fine Tony," she said, extremely unconvincingly, wincing as she tried to sit up.

"Take it Ziva," Gibbs said,

"Fine," she said, snatching it from Tony and pressing down twice.

"How're you doing?" Gibbs asked her,

"I am fine, contrary to what Tony or Jenny or any of the doctors in this hospital might tell you," Ziva said, glaring at Tony. Gibbs smiled, ok, so she was fine.

"They have some other news," Jenny said,

"I think you two should talk first," Tony said quickly, "She needs more rest, regardless of what she tells you, and-"

"Tony," Ziva said, "He will find out eventually, and I am fine,"

Gibbs turned to Jenny, who looked back at Ziva, "Gibbs, I am pregnant,"

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