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"Gunnery Sergeant Karl Andersen…"

The man in front of him seemed much more bored than actually worried about why he was being interrogated.

"Yes, Agent Gibbs?"

Gibbs opened the file McGee had given him just before he entered into the interrogation room. "Born in 1950 at Bethesda Naval Hospital; father, Lieutenant Christopher Andersen, mother, Moira Andersen née Silverman-"

"Is there any particular reason you're reciting my personal file, Agent Gibbs?"

Gibbs didn't answer, his eyes rolling through the file. "Impressive curriculum, Gunnery Sergeant… "

"Thank you. May we go straight to the point now?"

"Yes, we may. Christine Andersen. Remember her?"

The man looked up at him. "Of course I do! She was my sister. And she's been dead for the past fifty years so I really don't see the point-"

Gibbs approached the desk and dropped the file onto it. "Could you enlighten us about how she died, Gunnery Sergeant?"

"What is going on here?"

"It was a simple question."

"I want a lawyer."

Gibbs sat on the chair, staring at the man. "You're entitled to. But while he doesn't arrive, you can answer my question. Either that or I'll have to do it myself."

Andersen was staring back at him, not phased in the least. "She ingested something that was contaminated. Now could you tell me-"

"What was it?"

"I don't know, I was barely a child!"

"The coroner's report was quite clear. Atropine poisoning."

"If you say so."

"You were one of the persons who had access to the crime scenes. You saw the bodies and you knew all the details of the investigation. Now tell me; didn't it strike you, not even once, the resemblance between these murders and your sister's death?"

"I didn't see the point, since it all happened five decades ago."

"So, it's common to poison people at the Base? And always with atropine?"

"Are you trying to provoke me, Agent Gibbs?"

"No, I'm wondering why you concealed important information on a murder investigation!"

"Because there's no relation at all!"

"What makes you so sure of it?"

"Christine's death was an accident. A sad one, I'm afraid. She got her medicines confused and took the eye drops instead of her tonic. That's all."

"Well, let's see."

"What do you mean?"

"We're going to dig up your sister."

"What?!"

"An exhumation."

"On what grounds?"

"Possible connection to the actual murders. I thought I'd made it clear."

Andersen was now looking rather apoplectic. "You've got no right to… to disturb…"

"Afraid we might find anything we shouldn't?"

"Of course not!"

"So, we're done here. You're free to go."

"You haven't heard the last from me Agent Gibbs! My lawyer will-"

"Gunnery Sergeant Andersen, I'd leave now if I were you."

"There goes a very pissed off man…" Tony remarked from the other side of the glass as Andersen left the interrogation room, his expression leaving no doubts.

"DiNozzo, Ziva," Gibbs appeared on the doorway.

"Yes, Boss?"

"Go together with Ducky and Palmer to the graveyard. McGee?"

"Yeah?"

"Find all the information about the Andersen family around the time Christine died."

"Right, Boss."

"A good exhumation is always my favourite way of spending a night…" Tony trailed off as Gibbs disappeared.

"I'll drive," Ziva said by his side. "Want to grab some pizza on our way or are you afraid you may throw it up later?"

"You'll need more than an exhumation to keep an Italian man from his pizza. Bye, Probie. Have fun with your search."

"I will. Much more pleasant than…"

"Yeah, I know. Lead the way, Zee-vah!"

"I was wondering if I'd ever get to see you today," Jenny said as she heard her office door opening.

"How did you know it was me?" Gibbs asked, closing it behind him.

"Everyone else knocks first, remember?"

"Ah, right."

"I heard you brought someone in for interrogation."

"Yeah, Gunnery Sergeant Andersen."

"Andersen as in… Christine Andersen?"

"Her brother."

"And…?" Still looking at him, she bent and opened one of her desk drawers, grabbing a paper from inside.

"Complete waste of time."

"I see. Nothing useful then?"

"No," Gibbs approached her desk, grabbing a seat. "I'm on my way to the exhumation of Christine Andersen, Ducky's already gone. I just wanted to see you first."

Jenny sighed, her fingers playing with the printout under the table. "So, I'm probably not going to see you tonight?"

He just shrugged in response.

"Ok, then. But before you go…" she handed him the printout, her fingers driving it over the desk top all the way to him.

Gibbs grabbed it quickly, his eyes wandering over it. "What am I supposed to find here?" he asked after a few seconds, still convinced it was case-related.

"Read it again."

He did as he was told, but it didn't change anything. "What the hell is this Human chorionic thing, Jen?"

"Jethro, you're completely hopeless."

"Care to explain?"

"That's a pregnancy test."

He gazed back to the paper. "Yours?"

"Of course it's mine."

"It says… positive… here."

"I know," Jenny couldn't help but grin at him. His perplexed expression was quite priceless.

"So…?"

"I'm pregnant, Jethro."

"But this morning we… Let me get this right-"

"That's a blood test. More accurate. I made Abby test it for me this afternoon."

"She didn't get suspicious?"

"Oh, she must. But I don't care. Jethro?"

"Hum?"

"Aren't you going to say anything?"

He finally stopped staring at the printout and smiled at her. "Jen, you… I wasn't expecting, that's all," he inhaled sharply. "I'm still… processing… it."

"But you're not-"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I'm not… happy about it. I am. But… well, this was sudden and in the middle of the… case, this was the last thing I was-"

"I know. And I understand," she rose from her chair, the distance between them starting to get awkward. She sat on his lap, putting her arms around his neck. His hands instantly travelled up her back, caressing her.

"I guess I'm getting too old for this," he said, his smile now wider.

"Don't worry, I'm aware of th- ouch, Jethro!" He had pinched her arm, soft and playfully. Before she could protest any further, he cupped her chin and placed a tender kiss upon her lips.

"So, he must be really tiny, right?" Gibbs asked after they parted. "It's barely over a week since…"

"Why are you so quick to assume it's a 'he'?"

"It's a man thing."

"Of course it is. But yes. And I've already phoned my doctor in the Bethesda. He's going to see me next week."

"You're fast. So even your doctor knew before me?" he said, pretending to sound hurt.

"Well, Abby knew even before him."

"Did she mention anything?"

"No, not at all."

"Good. I don't want DiNozzo knowing my personal life ahead of me."

"Speaking about DiNozzo… aren't you late for the-"

"Probably."

"You must go then."

"The Director's side is winning over you, Jen?"

She leaned and kissed him. "I long to celebrate as well, Jethro. But now, off with you."

"Fine. I know when I'm not wanted," he bantered, lifting her to her feet and getting up too.

"Before you go, I think you might need something that I happen to have here."

His eyes gained a mischievous twinkle. "And what is that?"

"Wipe that smile off your face, because it's just…" Jenny went to her drinking cabinet, "… a good glass of bourbon, to see you regain the colour on your face before you go. You're looking as pale as a ghost."

"You're exaggerating, Jen."

"Go take a look in the mirror then." She handed him a freshly-poured glass. "Drink it and take the bottle with you, that's too much of a temptation for me. And take it to your house since I don't want to find it in my basement or lying on my coffee table."

"Yes, madam," he mocked before taking a long sip. Somehow, she had hit the spot. The drink was all he needed to pull himself together after the news. "You're planning on working late?"

"Don't know."

"I better find you peacefully asleep in your bed instead of sitting behind that desk when I get back from the graveyard, Jen."

"Already bossing me around?"

"I know you. Too well. And get some dinner. Proper dinner."

"Enough, Jethro. I might be a workaholic, but from now on, I'm a responsible one. And now get out of here, you're more than late already."

He sighed, resigned. Pulling her to him, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear tenderly. "Maybe if I don't arrive too late we can still celebrate today…"

"That'd be lovely. But quite unlikely. Anyway, come to my place when you're finished."

"I will. And Jen?"

"Yes?"

"Take care, alright?"

She nodded in response. "Don't worry."

His arms held her in an affectionate embrace.

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