"I'm almost ready to go," Jenny said without turning around when the door opened, sliding a last handful of files into her bag. Jethro was the only one who didn't give her any warning that he was coming. When he didn't say anything, she turned around, puzzled when she saw him. "You're not ready to go."

He tossed his empty coffee cup into her trash can. "Time for the announcement."

Jenny was suddenly very nervous. "They figured it out?"

"Yup," he nodded. "Finally decided to ask too. I didn't think DiNozzo would even try, but Ziva still had to finish it for him. Ducky and Abby are probably waiting down there too. No better time than when they're all in the same room."

Jenny reached for her coat. "I didn't think I would be this nervous," she laughed. "Seven months and I feel like I'm announcing my engagement to my parents instead of telling your team that we're married."

"Nothing to worry about," Gibbs assured her. "Their reactions won't change that fact."

"It's just so different, having everyone know. I mean, I guess it had to come out sooner or later, but I feel like everyone will be looking at me differently."

"Probably will," Gibbs agreed, "until they realize that you haven't changed. At least, the Director hasn't, not really. And Jenny Gibbs," his grin spread over his whole face, "I'm the only one who should get to see that side of you anyways." He held out his hand, "Ready?"

She took a deep breath and grabbed her bag, sliding her hand into his. "Ready."

NCIS

McGee, Tony and Ziva had to struggled not to let their mouths drop open when Gibbs and the director walked down the stairs from her office, hand in hand. The team exchanged glances, trying to absorb the news that hadn't even been announced yet and barely even noticed Ducky and Abby chuckling in the background. Gibbs and Jenny stopped at the entrance to the squadroom. Gibbs expression hadn't changed but Ziva could read the unease in Jenny's smile.

Gibbs looked them over. "Since no one in this room can mind their own business, we may as well break the news. Team, I'd like you to meet my wife, Jenny Gibbs."

Tony's mouth opened, but no words came out. McGee allowed himself a small smile, hoping he wouldn't be noticed. "Yay!" Abby yelled, and ran over to embrace the couple. "This is great!" she declared, her eyes sparkling.

"Thank you Abby," Jenny said sincerely.

Ziva was next to approach. "Mazel tov Jen," she smiled, kissing the air on either side of Jenny's face. Jenny didn't need to say anything and Ziva decided on just nodding at Gibbs. "Congratulations."

He nodded back. "Ziva."

"Wow Boss," Tony's voice finally returned, "I guess that's one way to get in good with the management." The whole team stared at him and he shook his head. "No, that didn't come out right. What I mean to say is..."

"You'd better say it fast," Ziva whispered out of the corner of her mouth.

"Umm...congratulations Director, Gibbs," Tony finished quickly. Gibbs stepped forward and headslapped the agent. "What'd I do?" Tony exclaimed.

"That's for taking bets on us," Gibbs said and once again left everyone wondering if he really did know everything.

"I for one am glad it's all out in the open now," Ducky added. "And congratulations again my dear," he clasped Jenny's hands. "Be good to her," he said to Gibbs, his gaze heavy with meaning.

"Good night Duck," Gibbs said in response, taking his wife's hand again. "0700 tomorrow," he stated to his team.

A chorus of, "Goodnight Boss", followed them as they headed for the elevator.

"McGee, walk me to my car," Abby requested. Without any protest, McGee grabbed his coat and accompanied her to the stairs since they knew the elevator was in use.

Ziva and Tony stared after them, completely unable to comprehend what had just transpired.

"I think we're hallucinating," Tony whispered, his whole world rocked.

"The exact same thing?" Ziva demanded.

"There is something seriously wrong when the bosses get married. I'm telling you Ziva, this is trouble." Tony gathered his things in a bit of a fog. "Time will tell."

"Cynic," Ziva shot at him.

"Three divorces Ziva," Tony pointed out, "it's only a matter of time until things go south. You thought Gibbs was bad before? Just wait."

"Or maybe," Ziva suggested, "they will just live...oh, what is that story phrase? Oh yes, happily forever after."

Tony slanted a look at her as they walked to the elevator. "Anything is possible, I suppose. Hey, do you think this means we'll get any special treatment? You know, like, favouritism because our boss is married to the boss?"

Ziva rolled her eyes and punched the number for the first floor. Tony would never change. At least some things could be counted on to stay the same.

NCIS

Abby tucked her hand into McGee's arm as they walked side by side through the dark parking lot, the wet pavement throwing off a faint glow where the streetlights touched it.

"Well, that went well I thought," Abby smiled.

McGee laughed. "I was just glad to be almost invisible."

"Oh, McGee!" Abby protested, leaning closer. "You're never invisible. At least, never to me."

"Thanks Abbs." He looked down at her, warmth spreading through him at her nearness. "So, was there something you wanted to talk to me about? Tony is going to want to know what this whole 'walking you to your car' thing is. He's awfully protective of you Abby."

"Big brother syndrome, he'll get over it."

They slowed to a stop by her car and Abby pulled away from him to lean up against it.

"Well," McGee began.

"So," Abby started and then they shared some nervous laughter.

"I'm glad you came over last night Abby," McGee told her, his eyes tracing her face. "It was fun."

"Me too," Abby said, stepping closer. "Too bad it only happens once in awhile."

McGee felt like it was getting harder to breathe, Abby was only inches away. "Uhh, Abbs?"

She smiled at him and leaned in farther. "Yes Timmy?"

McGee finally took a half step back and ran his hand through his hair, surprised to notice disappointment in Abby's eyes. She liked to tease him and as far as he knew, she was unaware of how difficult it was for him to be that close to her and not touch her.

"I-I have a hard time thinking when you're that close."

Abby reached for his hand. "You're thinking too much Timmy."

"Abbs," he said, exasperated, "help me out here. Last time we had this discussion, you said you weren't ready, that you wanted to wait for awhile before we jumped into something serious."

She tried to tug him closer to her. "Maybe I changed my mind McGee."

"Maybe, or you did Abby? I need specifics here."

She cocked her head to the side. "What would you do if I said yes?"

"Yes to what?"

"Yes I changed my mind. Yes I want to take the next step with you. What would you do if I said yes?"

McGee allowed himself to be pulled closer to Abby, until their bodies were touching. He took a deep breath. "I would kiss you."

"So why don't you?" her eyes were shining now and all McGee could think about was how long it was since they had been this close.

"Okay." He swallowed. They may have been best friends for years, but a time like this with Abby still felt like the first date and he was nervous. He settled his hand just under her ear, where her jawline met her neck. Then he leaned down pressed his lips against hers.

At first it was just a light kiss, but Tim began pouring all the years they'd been apart into it and then suddenly Abby was kissing him back and he was hoping that if this was a dream, he would never wake up.

NCIS

Gibbs felt Jenny stiffen as they stepped out into the dark parking lot. And then she froze and when he turned to look at her, he didn't like what he saw. Her face was pinched, her eyes closed and she was trembling.

"Jen?" he asked, need to know what was going on in her head.

"It was right here," she whispered.

"What?"

"Where he grabbed me."

Suddenly he knew. It was late at night. The dark parking lot. The two of them walking out to the car. Everything was just like a week ago Thursday when she stepped into a nightmare. He put his arm around her shoulder.

"It's different now Jenny. I'm here, I've got you. Nothing bad is going to happen tonight."

When Jenny didn't budge, didn't say anything, Gibbs stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She grabbed onto his hands as if to a lifeline and it was a minutes before he felt her grip lessen. After another minute, he moved to face her.

"Hey," he said softly, "are you okay?"

"Just take me home," she said softly, opening her eyes and looking around, fear making the green orbs dark. "I don't want to think about it anymore."

Gibbs kept his arm around her waist, holding her close to his side until she was safely tucked in his car. Her security detail could follow them home, he wasn't trusting anyone else with her tonight. At first there was silence and then Jenny seemed to shake off the cloak of fear she'd been wearing since exiting the building.

She turned towards him and Gibbs was surprised to catch a glimpse of a smile on her face. "So," she asked, "what do I get for winning?"

He rolled his eyes. "Is that the most important thing tonight? Who won?"

"It is if the reward is a really good one."

"What were you thinking?"

Jenny's look was mischievous. "I think I'm going to follow in Abby's footsteps and save it."

"Oh no," he groaned, "I'm in trouble. This is going to cost me, isn't it?"

"I guess you'll just have to wait and see."

Gibbs pulled her hand up and kissed it. "Be nice."

She settled back into her seat. "Don't you trust me?"

"With my life Jen, just not with a bet."

She swatted his arm and laughed and he kept his focus on the road. He thought maybe her remembering would throw off his plans for the evening, but she seemed to be recovering okay. Maybe they would still get to do what he'd been thinking about all day.