Gibbs had been through a lot in the past twenty-four hours. He'd learned his daughter was engaged to a man he'd come to know and think of as a lovable playboy, his fiance had given birth to their fraternal twins, he'd shot his ex-girlfriend, and he'd learned that the woman his fiancee had been ordered to kill on a government op had never been terminated and was after them now.

There was only one thing left to do now; draw out the vengeful witch and end it because Gibbs was not going to let her hurt his family ever. He loved every single one of them even his extended family was loved a whole heck of a lot more than anyone could ever guess.

"Jethro, I can see the gears in your head turning." His redhead's words broke into Gibbs's thoughts and he was forced to look up and acknowledge her.

"What?" He asked after a few minutes under her scrutiny.

"You're planning something dangerous." Jenny fired back with a sigh, squeezing her eyes shut tightly for a minute. They were alone in the room aside from the two newborn infants who were sleeping peacefully next to their mother's hospital bed.

"Am not." Gibbs retorted immediately.

"I'm not going to argue with you like you're a petulant child. Just promise me you won't do anything that could get you killed." Her eyes flashed with the briefest hint of fear and weakness before it was gone and replaced by loving tenderness as her gaze fell onto her son and her daughter. She so very nearly smiled as she remembered how hard it had been to have everyone release her infants and to send them all home to get some sleep.

"I promise, Jen, that I will not get myself killed." Gibbs planned on keeping that particular promise...though he never mentioned being maimed or seriously injured. He wouldn't care if he lost an arm as long as his favorite redhead was safe. Now that he thought about it he wasn't sure he could play the favorite redhead card anymore; Kelly was a redhead and likely Sophia would be too.

"Sleep, Jen, you're exhausted." Gibbs insisted and he smiled as Jenny fell into the arms of Morpheus despite herself.

&&& The Next Day &&&

Jenny awoke to the gentle touch of Gibbs's lips being pressed to her forehead. "Go back to sleep, Jen. I'm just going out for a bit. I'll be back soon but this is kinda important." She didn't think anything of it as she did as she was instructed, waking a few hours later to find her silver-haired fox had not yet returned to her side.

As morning stretched into afternoon and afternoon stretched into night and night once again into morning, Jenny knew that something was horribly wrong. She'd slept off and on every few hours, feeding the twins while she was awake and they were hungry but there was no way in hell she'd missed Gibbs being there while she was sleeping. Icy fear settled in the pit of her stomach as she realized something must have gone horribly wrong.

Knowing it was best not to dwell on the current predicament and allow scenarios and speculations to take over her brain, she flipped on the tv only to have her heart crash into her stomach and the tears well in her eyes.

"The car of N.C.I.S. Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs was found totaled and rolled over onto his roof due to an accident with an apparently drunken driver on the way to visit his fiancee and his twins int he hospital. He was pronounced dead at the scene by his close friend and colleague Dr. Donald Mallard, the resident M.E. at N.C.I.S. There is no word at how the woman, Director, mother of his twins, and his fiance, is taking this emotional blow."

The words filtered out of the tv and Jenny's eyes rolled simultaneously into the back of her head. The heart monitor attached flatted to a solid line and an alarm at the nurses station went off. They were losing her and they had to act fast or the twins would be totally parentless.