Just don't kill me - OK?
Epilogue
"I don't think it's broken." The voice seemed to come for a long way off and though it was familiar it took all of his concentration to work out what Ducky was saying. "Jethro?"
"Hmm?" He looked up and found his friend leaning over him, pressing an ice pack to one of his hands.
"It's very badly bruised." Ducky told him and Gibbs wriggled his fingers, wincing slightly but not letting the pain distract his attention from the room across the corridor. He'd been watching it like a hawk for several minutes now, ever since Ducky had dragged him away to look at his hand.
"Thanks Duck," He got to his feet, "I'm just going to…"
"You know Abby's here, your team and Cynthia…"
"I'll be out soon. Tell them everything's fine." He knew that the team would forgive him, would wait for a while longer before their impatience got the better of them. He doubted that the hospital was pleased that their waiting room had been taken over, they probably weren't thrilled about the security detail either, or the media attention. But he couldn't do anything about that now.
"Give them my love," Ducky said, but he'd already pushed the door open, his gaze flicking straight to the woman lying in the hospital bed. Jen looked exhausted and more than a little dazed. She hadn't moved, hadn't taken her eyes off the baby – their baby.
"Is it broken?" She asked, looking over at him for a moment.
"No." He flexed his hand again, remembering how tightly she'd been holding onto it just a little while ago. He perched on the side of the bed and pressed a kiss to her forehead – careful not to disturb her.
"He's beautiful." His fingertips caressed the soft skin of the baby's cheek.
"He is," there was no need to move and not that much more to say. They'd got their miracle – even if they both knew they'd also given a huge hostage to fortune.
"I know we said no names beginning with J," she began carefully and he smiled, because it was a given that he could refuse her nothing at this precise moment.
The End