Disclaimer: Nope – still don't own the shows...
a/n: A big Thank You to Jag Lady for the use of her OC Emmie Stockburne and to Hopes4all for reading over this chapter and helping me with the labour scene – helping me to fine tune details and thanks sis for telling me about your labour experiences with your oldest daughter – she did have a short labour and was up most of the night with a nagging backache until our mom said that she was in labour and that she was to get her behind to the hospital because she was in labour – and who got a call two hours later – telling her about the birth of her first granddaughter.
This is the final chapter and I hope that you have enjoyed this story which I had fun writing....happy reading...Laplandgurl....
Chapter 6
7 ½ Months Later:
Gibbs gently held Jayma's tiny hands in his larger, callused hands. Showing the little girl how to sand the hull of the half-built boat. "Always sand with the grain of the wood, darling."
"Me sanding," Jayma said before wrinkling her button nose and sneezing.
"Bless you sweetie," Gibbs chuckled, wiping his daughter's runny nose. Listening to the creaking floor overhead.
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Upstairs in the kitchen, Randi walked around; clearing away the dirty dishes from lunch – stopping frequently to rub her aching back.
"Hey – is your back still bothering you?" Gibbs asked.
Randi turned around, gasping. "Jethro, how could you?"
"What?" Gibbs said, playing dumb with a quirky smile playing on his face.
"Don 't giving me that," Randi scowled. "How could you let Jayma get so filthy?" Looking at her daughter – who had been clean before she went downstairs with her father. Both of them standing in the clean kitchen wearing dusty blue jeans and messed up tee-shirts. Jayma's being a 'Hello Kitty' shirt and Jethro's being a faded shirt from the Marine Corp. Jayma's dark, brown hair was also sporting a light layer of sawdust.
"It's just a little sawdust," Gibbs chuckled. "I'll dump her in the tub and change her into clean clothes."
"Me help daddy."
"What were you and daddy doing?" Randi asked.
"Daddy's boat. Me help with daddy's boat."
"Did you have fun?"
"Uh-huh," the little girl nodded vigorously – sending bits of fine sawdust flying thru the air.
"Good," Randi smiled. "Now go with daddy and he'll help you get cleaned up."
"Okay," Jayma said.
"Come on munchkin," Gibbs said. "Let's go get washed up." Reaching down for Jayma's hand.
"Daddy," Jayma pointed. "Mama potty."
Gibbs spun around, hearing Randi gasp – seeing her hanging onto the back of the chair; a puddle of water pooling around her feet. "Randi?"
"Jethro," Randi said. "We've got to go to the hospital."
"I'll call Abby to meet us there so she can look after Jayma."
"Oh," Randi groaned, holding onto the chair with white knuckles.
'Babe?" Gibbs asked, worryingly.
Randi breathed until the contraction subsided before saying. "I need my suitcase that's in the closet beside the front door."
"Never mind the damn suitcase," Gibbs swore. "We need to get you to the hospital."
"Get the suitcase, Jethro," Randi ordered. "It's stuff that I'm supposed to take with me to the hospital."
"Oh," Gibbs said, striding to the front closet for the aforementioned suitcase.
Meanwhile Randi walked slowly – well waddling towards the stairs. Turning around Gibbs asked. "Where are you going? We've got to go to the damn hospital now."
"I'm not going to the hospital with these wet pants. I want to clean up a bit and change into dry pants."
"We don't have time for that now."
"Yes we do. My contractions are still far apart."
Gibbs shook his head at his wife's stubbornness while muttering. "Damn." Being careful to turn his head away so that Jayma couldn't lip read him.
"Daddy – mama sick?"
"No, no, little one. Mama is going to be okay."
"Mama?"
"Mama is just changing her clothes," Gibbs replied before cleaning up the spot where Randi had been standing. "Now let's get you racket on."
"No jacket," Jayma said, squirming away from her father – who was squatting; holding her jacket.
"Yes," Gibbs nodded. "You have to put your jacket on before we go in the car. Don't you want to see Aunt Abby?"
"Aunt Abby," the little girl perked up, allowing Gibbs to slide her arms into the sleeves and button up the purple jacket. "Me see Aunt Abby?"
"Uh-huh, Aunt Abby is going to watch you while mama and I are with the doctor," Gibbs explained, as Randi walked carefully down the stairs. "Are you ready to go to the hospital now?"
"Yeah, I am," Randi nodded before stopping to hang onto the railing – breathing thru the contraction that gripped her abdomen.
"Mama sick?" Jayma frowned – watching her parents carefully.
"Oh no sweetie," Randi replied, as Gibbs swung up into his arms. "The doctor is just going to help the baby to come out of mama's tummy."
"Baby coming?" Jayma asked.
"That's right," Randi smiled at her daughter and husband. "Soon you'll be a big sister."
Outside in the driveway, Gibbs fastened Jayma into her car seat before turning to help Randi into the front seat of her red Toyota Yaris. Slinging the required suitcase into the back hatch as he hurried around the car, biting back some swear words as he tried to fit himself in the driver's seat before yanking the seat release. Shooting the seat back to accommodate his long legs, as Randi smothered her snickers. Gibbs looked over at Randi – growling. "Don't say a word."
"Me," Randi squeaked. "I wasn't gonna say anything."
"Good," Gibbs retorted as he cranked the engine and shifted into drive, sending the vehicle out into the street; ignoring the blare of several car horns as he cut them off.
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Washington Hospital Center:
Gibbs pulled up in front of the emergency doors of the Washington Hospital Center with a squeal of tires. "Stay here until I get a wheelchair for you," Gibbs ordered before exiting the car; hurrying for the entrance doors – snatching the nearest wheelchair and heading back to the car. "Come on babe, let's get you inside so we can get this show on the road," Gibbs said, easing his pregnant wife out of the front seat and into the wheelchair.
"Jethro, I can walk you know," Randi protested, as she settled herself into the wheelchair.
"Humour me please," Gibbs retorted.
Abby rushed up to the car – saying. "Is it really time for the little Gibblet to make its appearance? Oh, oh, I just can't wait." Bouncing with excitement.
"Abs," Gibbs sighed, turning to face his excited forensic scientist. "Calm down will you."
"Jeepers, how many Caff-Pows did you have today?" Randi asked, laughingly.
"None yet so far," Abby replied. "I'm just so excited. How are you feeling? How far apart are your contractions? Has your water broken yet?"
"Breathe Abbs," Randi laughed before groaning as an contraction started.
"Pant baby," Gibbs said. "Pant like a dog."
"I am not a dog," Randi snorted – glaring at her husband, who just grinned. "Come on babe. Let's get you inside."
"Oh my God! Oh my God! What can I do? What can I do to help?" Abby asked, frantically.
"Take care of Jayma," Randi answered. "Take care of my daughter just like we planned."
"Abby," Gibbs spoke up. "Randi is going to be fine. But the best way that you can help us is by looking after Jayma."
"And call my sister, Renee and let her know what is happening," Randi ordered as Gibbs started pushing her towards the entrance. "She can call my family back home. Also will you call Jackson and everyone else?"
"You don't need to call my dad," Gibbs groaned.
"Jethro," Randi snapped. "Don't be so foolish. Of course she's to call your father. He deserves to know that the baby is coming."
"Okay, okay. Now can we get this show on the road?"
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Once inside the hospital, Randi was quickly whisked away to the maternity wing where her doctor – Dr. Sasha was called. "Now Mrs. Gibbs. Let's get you undressed so we can see how far along you are," a brisk, efficient nurse said, pushing Randi's chair into a private room, where she helped Randi to get undressed and changed into a johnny shirt. And an intern breezed into the room to examine Randi.
"Who are you? Where is Dr. Sasha?" Randi demanded. "Where's my husband?"
"I'm right here, babe," Gibbs said, entering the room, dressed in a surgical gown.
"Now Mrs. Gibbs, I'm just going to do a pelvic exam. I need to check to see how much you are dilated," the male intern said, from behind his surgical mask.
"I don't know you," Randi said, fearfully. "Where is Dr. Sasha?"
"Dr. Sasha is on her way," the nurse replied, looking curiously at Randi and Jethro. "This is Dr. Garcia, an intern here."
Dr. Garcia reached out to lift the sheet covering Randi's legs, stopping when Randi shied away from him. "I want Dr. Sasha. I don't want you," Randi cried, clinging to Jethro's hand. "Jethro, please make him go away."
"Shh...babe," Gibbs soothed, before looking at the doctor. "My wife doesn't want you to touch her."
"But we need to see how far along she has progressed," Dr. Garcia protested.
"Don't worry, I'm here now," Dr. Sasha said as she hurried into the room. "Sorry, traffic was a bear. Tourists you know. So now what is going on here? I could hear you out in the hallway."
"Doctor, the patient is refusing to allow me to do an examination to see how far she is dilated," Dr. Garcia reported.
"The patient's name is Randi Gibbs," Dr. Sasha retorted. "And I strongly suggest that you excuse yourself before Mr. Gibbs throws you out on your ass." Looking at Jethro's face and reading his expression correctly.
"But, but...," Dr. Garcia sputtered.
"Leave now!" Dr. Sasha ordered, her voice cracking like a whip.
"Yes doctor," the intern said, sheepishly leaving the room as Randi visibly relaxed.
"Now Randi, let's see how you are doing," Dr. Sasha said, turning to her patient. "I'm just going to take a quick feel – okay?"
"Okay," Randi nodded. "I'm so glad that you made it in time. I don't want anybody but you."
"I know," Dr. Sasha soothed. "Now you may feel a little pressure, I need to feel your cervix to see how far you are dilated. Just relax as much as you can."
"Umm...that feels uncomfortable," Randi grunted, squeezing Jethro's hand.
"Okay, you're about 5 cm dilated," Dr. Sasha said, pulling her latex gloves off and picking up the chart. "I see here that your back has been bothering you. When did that start?"
"Oh, it was early this morning. About 2:30 am or 3:00 am," Randi replied, as Gibbs nodded in agreement.
"Well, it looks like you were in transition." Dr. Sasha chuckled.
"Really," Randi said. "I had no idea. When I was in labour with Jayma – the transition stage was very painful. I just thought that my back was aching from sleeping in the wrong position."
"Okay," Dr. Sasha nodded, looking at the fetal monitor that had been strapped around Randi's belly when she had gotten undressed. "And the baby's vital signs are good and strong." Looking up at Randi and Gibbs. "It shouldn't be too much longer before this baby arrives."
"Oh good," Randi said, gazing at Jethro. "I've been ready to have this baby for the last month or more."
"Yeah, she has," Gibbs chuckled. "Randi has been complaining about not being able to see her feet."
"Oh hush," Randi giggled.
"Okay you two. Just relax and I'll check back with you soon," Dr. Sasha said. "If you need anything, just let one of the nurses know and they will come find me."
"Okay, thank you doctor," Gibbs replied, as Dr. Sasha swished out of the room, before looking down at Randi, brushing her hair off of her forehead. "How are you doing babe?"
"Better now, now that Dr. Sasha is here," Randi answered. "That other doctor didn't look old enough to have graduated Medical school, let alone high school. And I really didn't feel comfortable with him."
"I know," Gibbs said. "But it's okay now, he's gone now."
"Yeah," Randi agreed before grimacing in pain.
"Come on, hon. Roll over on your side and I'll massage your back. Maybe that will help."
"Okay," Randi sighed, rolling her ungainly body onto her left side with Gibbs' help, who then began massaging her lower back, occasionally kissing the back of Randi's neck.
"Oh, that feels good," Randi moaned, as Gibbs continued massaging her back. "Don't stop. That really helps with the aching muscles."
"I'm glad," Gibbs murmured, leaning over so that Randi could lip read his words. His large hands continuing to knead his wife's lower back.
Several hours passed with Gibbs massaging Randi's back and Randi occasionally sucking ice chips as the contractions grew stronger and closer together. "Uhh...," Randi groaned, holding her large belly.
"Are you feeling okay?" Gibbs frowned.
"I need to push. I really feel like I need to push."
"Don't push," Gibbs ordered. "I'm going to get Dr. Sasha in here." Gibbs said, hurrying to the door. "Hey, we need Dr. Sasha in here right now." Before hurrying back to Randi's side.
"Oh God, Jethro! I really want to push."
"Now hold on Randi. Don't push until I check to see if you are fully dilated," Dr. Sasha said, bustling into the room with several nurses following. "I need you to lay on your back with your knees drawn up and apart. Good, good. Now just another feel here." Dr. Sasha looked up with a grin. "Well, it looks like you're ready to deliver this baby."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, so when you feel the next contraction. I want you to sit; holding your knees and bear down Randi. And dad – you help Randi by getting behind her and helping to support her back. Okay – ready, bear down," Dr. Sasha ordered. "Great, now bear down when you feel the next contraction start."
Randi nodded as she sat partially upright with Jethro's help.
"You're doing a great job Randi," Dr. Sasha said, looking at the fetal monitor. "Okay, here comes the next contraction. Cleansing breath and then take a deep breath and push."
"Ahh...," Randi groaned as her petite body tried to deliver her unborn child.
"That's it babe. Keep pushing," Gibbs encouraged.
Randi glared at her husband. "It ain't so easy. I'd like to see you try to pass a cantaloupe."
"Try to save your breath for pushing," Dr. Sasha suggested.
"Okay, okay," Randi panted, sweat beading on her forehead and plastering her red hair to her scalp.
Several contractions later, Dr. Sasha looked up, smiling. "Your baby's head is crowning. A few more pushes and we'll be able to see whether it's a boy or a girl."
"Amazing," Gibbs said, leaning down and kissing Randi's forehead.
"Wait Randi – don't push! Don't push! Just breath – short, quick breaths!"
"What's wrong?" Gibbs asked, anxiously.
"The umbilical cord is wrapped around the baby's neck," Dr. Sasha explained, while working gently and quickly to ease the swollen cord over the baby's head.
"Jethro?"
"Everything will be okay."
"Got it!" Dr. Sasha exclaimed. "Now push Randi! Push with everything that you've got!"
"I...Am...Pushing...," Randi growled with an clenched jaw.
"Keep pushing Randi!"
"Ahhh...," Randi gritted her teeth, leaning forward; holding onto her knees for leverage. "I'm sorry now that things progressed too fast to have that epidural."
"Don't talk – push," Dr. Sasha ordered.
"Oh God!" Randi groaned.
"And it's a boy," Dr. Sasha crowed as the baby slipped into her capable hands.
"It's a boy," Gibbs said as Randi laid back against her pillows – panting. "We've got a son."
"Would you like to cut the cord, dad?"
"Ooh-rah," Gibbs said, reaching for the surgical scissors that the nurse held out to him – efficiently cutting the cord.
"I want to see my baby," Randi said, looking over at where a couple of pediatric nurses were cleaning, weighing and checking the baby's health before wrapping him in a receiving blanket.
"Here you go mom," the nurse said, placing the newborn on Randi's stomach.
"Oh," Randi breathed, looking at her newborn son – who looked up at her with unfocused eyes. "Oh, he's so beautiful. He looks like you, Jethro." Looking up at her teary eyed husband – her brown eyes swimming with tears.
"I think that he looks more like you," Gibbs whispered huskily, leaning down down to kiss his wife. "Thank you."
"No," Randi replied softly, her voice thick with unshed tears. "Thank you for everything." As Dr. Sasha delivered the placenta and palpitated her abdomen.
"Do you have a name picked out?" the nurse asked, looking up from filling out the necessary forms.
"Yes," Randi said, busily examining her son – checking fingers and toes. "Andrew Jackson Gibbs – A.J. For short."
"Our dads are going to be so thrilled when they find out A.J.'s name," Gibbs said, lightly caressing his son's head with his finger. "Hi there A.J. - I'm so happy to finally be able to meet you. I'm your daddy and this is your mama."
"I think that A.J. Already knows his mama," Randi chuckled weakly.
"Randi?" Gibbs asked, looking closely at her face. "Are you feeling okay?"
"I...I..," Randi licked her lips. "Feel so dizzy."
"Babe?"
"Take A.J.....don't want to drop the baby."
"I've got him Randi. A.J. is safe," Gibbs replied, cradling the baby in his arms.
"Doctor, the uterus is still very boggy. It's not firming up at all," the nurse reported, still palpitating Randi's abdomen.
"What's happening doctor?" Gibbs demanded.
"Jethro...help me...," Randi whispered, stretching out her hand; the hand dropping limply as she lapsed into unconsciousness.
"Doctor! Do something! Something's wrong!"Gibbs snapped.
"Randi's uterus is not firming up. She's hemorrhaging and losing too much blood," Dr. Sasha explained tersely while packing her patient's uterus – trying to stem the tide of blood pouring over her hands. "We may have to remove Randi's uterus if we can't stop the bleeding."
"Do whatever you've got to do, but save my wife," Gibbs ordered, reluctantly giving his newborn son to the nurse before being ushered out of Randi's delivery room. Gibbs leaned against the wall – sending up a fervored prayer before heading towards the waiting room – hitting the wall with his fist with frustration.
"Beating the walls isn't going to help any."
Gibbs swung around – blurting. "Dad! What are you doing here?"
"Abby called me about Randi going into labour," the older version of Gibbs said. "So of course I was going to be here for my grandchild's birth."
"Where is Abby and Jayma?"
"Oh," Jackson smiled. "Jayma was getting restless so Abby took her back to your house for a nap."
"Good," Gibbs replied, pacing around the small room.
"Why aren't you in with Randi? Did she kick you out of the room?" Jackson chuckled.
"No," Gibbs said, continuing his pacing.
"What's wrong son?" Jackson asked. "Don't tell me that something is wrong with the baby."
"The baby is fine," Gibbs answered, sitting down with a heavy sigh. "It's Randi."
"What happened?"
"She started hemorrhaging and the doctors...the doctors may have to perform an hysterectomy."
"She'll be fine, son," Jackson said, reassuring his son. "You just have to keep faith that everything will be alright."
"Don't talk to me about faith," Gibbs snapped, getting up and resuming his pacing. "Don't even go there. Not after mom, Shannon and Kelly." Turning around and spotting FBI Agent Fornell. "And why are you here, Fornell?"
"Gibbs," Fornell nodded at the veteran NCIS Agent. "Got some information for you."
"Yeah?" Gibbs quirked his eyebrows questioningly. "What is it?"
"Umm," Fornell hesitated, looking at Jackson.
"Dad, this is Agent Fornell. Fornell, my dad – Jackson Gibbs. And you can talk in front of him."
"Fornell," Jackson drawled. "You're the gent that married one of my boy's exes."
"Mr. Gibbs," Fornell grinned. "Nice to meet you."
"Will you just spit it out," Gibbs growled.
"Okay, here it is. Vance is dead," Fornell said bluntly.
"Dead! What in the hell happened?"
"Apparently he violated the restraining order that his wife – Jackie had gotten against when they separated when he was arrested," Fornell explained. "She shot him when he broke into her apartment."
"Damn," Gibbs shook his head. "Where were the kids?"
"They were staying at her parent's for the week."
"That's good," Gibbs said.
"So what's going to happen to the wife?" Jackson asked curiously.
"We're investigating of course. But it may be ruled as self-defense," Fornell said. "It'll be up to the State's Attorney to decide."
"Uh-huh," Gibbs nodded. "At least this means an end to all the endless appeals and continuations that his lawyers kept bringing forward – trying to keep the kidnapping cases from going to trial."
"Yup, that it does."
"Just one question Fornell. How in the hell did you know where to find me?"
"I went by your house and your Ms. Scuito told me that you were here – that your wife went into labour."
"Mr. Gibbs?" a nurse asked – standing in the doorway.
"Yeah?" Gibbs turned around, along with Jackson and Fornell. "How is my wife?"
"She's fine sir. She's in recovery now."
"And?"
"Dr. Sasha is waiting to talk to you sir."
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"Mr. Gibbs," Dr. Sasha greeted, while writing in a medical chart.
"How is Randi doing?" Gibbs asked tersely.
"Everything is going to be fine," Dr. Sasha smiled. "We were able to get the bleeding under control, which means that we didn't have to perform an hysterectomy. So you two will be able to have more children if you so desire."
"Whew," Gibbs blew out a big breath of relief. "Can I see her?"
"Of course. She's awake and asking for you. The nurse will show you inside."
"Thank you doctor," Gibbs said, smiling one of his rare smiles.
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Emmie Wolfe looked up when her computer chimed – signaling an incoming message in the middle of reporting her findings to Lt. Caine. "Sorry sir, just ignore it. I'll check it later."
"Check it now," Horatio suggested. "It looks like that it was sent from NCIS."
In response, Emmie moved her computer mouse; clicking on the newest email message – opening it up. "Oh, it's from Agent Gibbs."
Together, the veteran CSI and the Cybertechnician silently read the email.
"Hello – Emmie, Lt. Caine and Dr. Woods. I'm borrowing Jethro's computer to send this email. I figured that you wouldn't mind forwarding this to Lt. Caine and Dr. Woods for me. I just wanted to let you know that our darling baby boy was born last month on June 27, 2009 – all 8 lbs and 4 oz of him. Jethro and I decided to name our son - "Andrew Jackson Gibbs" - A.J. for short. We chose Andrew Jackson for mine and Jethro's dads and both dads are tickled absolutely pink. I've attached several photos for all of you to see. I hope that you are all doing well. Oh, by the way, I also attached an email for Lt. Caine as per Jethro's request. Whoops, I've got to go – the kids are getting restless. And all of you – take care of yourself and if any of you find yourselves in Washington, please stop by for a visit. Regards – Randi and Jethro Gibbs & family."
"Open the first attachment, Mrs. Wolfe."
"Yes Sir."
The two of them gazed at the first photo which showed an happily, smiling couple with their two children. "Randi and Agent Gibbs look extremely happy, don't they sir?"
"They do don't they. And Jayma looks very intrigued by her little brother," Horatio chuckled.
"She sure does," Emmie agreed, clicking on the next photo which featured the new baby. "Oh, he looks just like his dad."
"Mm-hmm," Horatio nodded.
The third photo showed the two Gibbs children; Jayma sitting on the couch – beaming at the camera while holding her baby bother, supported by pillows.
Emmie clicked on the second attachment which showed an icon labeled for 'Lt. Horatio Caine Only.' "Forward that to my computer please, Mrs. Wolfe," Horatio requested, tilting his head curiously.
"Right away sir," Emmie's fingers flew across the keyboard – keys clicking.
"And forward the other email and the photos to Alexx's computer please," Horatio said softly, striding out of the computer lab.
"Yes sir."
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Horatio closed his office door, drawing the blinds before sitting down at his desk, turning his computer on and opening the email addressed to him personally. His eyebrows raising in surprise as he read the attached files detailing the investigation into Leon Vance and his subsequent death at the hands of his estranged wife.
Looking up, hearing a knock on his office door. "Enter," Horatio said, closing the emails and attachments on his computer monitor, as Alexx breezed into his office. "Alexx, something that I can help you with?"
"I just got Emmie to print out copies of the photos of Randi's and Jethro's children for each of us. I thought that you would like to keep them here in your office for everyone to enjoy," Alexx replied, laying several pictures that had been printed on photo quality paper. "Of course they are not framed yet. I can pick up some frames for you on my way home tonight if you want me to."
"Thank you Alexx, but I will get some frames myself. And thank you for getting Mrs. Wolfe to print the copies for me," Horatio said, smiling at the M.E. - who had allowed herself to be coaxed into returning to her former position. Shutting his computer down and standing up from his chair.
"Not a problem, Horatio," Alexx said as the two of them exited the office, heading out into the lab. Looking up as Calleigh called for Horatio; bringing some ballastic reports to his attention.
The End....