A/N Okay so here it is, I hope its ok. Literally finished writing this. I have one more chapter left then it's done, I will try getting it up soon, before I go on holiday hopefully. Hope you enjoy, I would be really grateful for any reviews!
So here you go, and enjoy …

Chapter 7

Six weeks with no signs, not a movement. Her still, lifeless body six weeks later was still in that intensive care bed, in the same position. A supposedly week long trip to Paris had been dragged out, with not one person willing to leave. With every passing hour the hope of her pulling through became the slightest bit less visible, yet hope never faded. Not once did they lose hope, or faith in her. Jethro had never been a religious man, yet after the amount of loss he had suffered over the years, it became an ever increasing part of him.
For the last six weeks he's visited her at every opportunity, hoped every phone call brought good news and prayed every morning for her to be safe, strong and pull though. But in his heart he felt as though recently he'd been living on prayers, on hope and faith. They all where, he saw the hope in everyone's eyes every time a nurse came into her room, the sadness and worry that had made themselves at home in their eyes, and the fear that all attempted to conceal, yet failed to.

Then there was the day when change arrived. It started much like any other for Gibbs, he woke up in Jen's hospital room, a blanket wrapped around him (which he guessed had been put there at some point the previous night by one of the nurses). He left for his hotel room where he showered and changed before heading to work, stopping along the way for coffee. The teams caught no case that day, so all where on paperwork duty, and tensions ran high as usual. Every person on edge. The day passed and Gibbs managed to get back to the hospital by 18:00. Greeted by one of the usual nurses she gave him a quick update saying that no change had occurred while he was away. With that he entered her room and began to talk to her. "So, no case again today. I really don't see why you moved back here, I mean there are never any cases, and no Fornell to annoy when you're bored…it's boring as hell Jen! Anyway, I persuaded the teams to go out for a drink, oh, and Tony's in a mood because he found out Anna's got a boyfriend, so he's been a pain in the ass to work with today. Ziva and Pascal are quite close now you know, I think I might have to make an exception with rule 12 for them though, he seems to make her happy, and it's been tough lately, even managed to stop her killing one of the doctors the other day after he tried to chat her up. Abby's as mad as usual, got pictures of you all over the forensics lab. I have a feeling we may have some explaining to soon though, ducky seems to be finding pleasure in telling a few embarrassing stories from when we were undercover and when you where a probie too. I walked in on him telling them about you hijacking that boat yesterday…" he felt pressure on his hand which was currently holding hers, looking up at her eyes he saw them gently flutter open.
"At least he wasn't there in Serbia, and then he would have some tales to tell." She said in a voice so quiet and weak it was barely recognisable. A smile crept across his face, partly because of what she had said, partly because she was awake. "How long…?"
"Six weeks" he cut her off.
"Is my agency still intact?"
"Just about."
"Are the F.B.I still talking to us?"
"Yes."
"Wow, C.I.A?"
"Yep."
"Homeland security?"
"Yes, now shut up, take it easy, and stop thinking about work will you, N.C.I.S. has survived without you."

Over the next week Jenny grew stronger by the day, she was visited by everyone and never short of company. Everyone had bought her gifts, the best of which had surprisingly come from Tim, who'd managed to get her a doze, yet to be published, books. Gibbs knew she was on the mend when he'd walk in to the sound of her bossing someone around or arguing with a doctor over some matter, and he couldn't stop the smirk which appeared on his face when he heard her.
About a week and a half after her waking up Jethro sat with Jenny on her bed, her head resting on his shoulder. "Jen, I really want us to work this time around. Nearly losing you twice…I woke me up. I want to be with you, now more than ever, I love you Jen."
"I love you too Jethro."
"Jen, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" he said retrieving a little blue box from his pocket, opening it to reveal a simple gold ring with a single diamond set in it.
"It's beautiful Jethro, and Yes I will!" he slipped the ring onto her finger, and kissed her gently, before an almighty squeal could be heard from the door, where an over exited Abby stood, along with a shell shocked Tony and Tim, and a smirking Ziva who had Pascals arm around her.
"Mummy and Daddy are getting married!" shouted Abby so the whole of Europe could hear her. Gibbs and Jenny just laughed, when Jen saw Ziva and Pascal, she gave Ziva a happy smile and a wink, a less discreet Jethro said.
"Pascal, you look after her, she's like a daughter to me and if you break her heart you'll have me to deal with.
"I don't plan on hurting her sir." He replied.
"Glad to hear it."
With that the team settled down to talk about the wedding, or in Abby and Tony's case the hen/stag doo's which both had given themselves the jobs of organising, with strict instruction of 'NO STRIPPERS!' yet them listening to their boos' was a completely different matter. But for everybody, that wasn't really a problem, all where just happy to have their 'fearless leader' back with them, it had been too long without her.