Catching up on old times Chapter 3, a ncis fanfic

Sorry it's been so long … college really is quite demanding and I haven't had time to write a new chapter … but here it is, I hope you like it

Beep…

Jenny woke to the beeping of the life-support machine. She blinked a few times trying to clear away the blurriness in her eyes before her vision cleared enough to realise that she was surrounded by people. She raised her head and tried to smile but just raising her head drained her.
"Hey Jen" said Jethro as he moved closer to the red-head. Everyone now realising that she was awake followed his example and moved closer. She looked around, being able to see them all clearly now and smiled at that fact that their "children" and "grandfather" were all there.

"Hey" she replied croakily raising her head, before closing her eyes as the sudden use of energy left her dizzy and light headed. "Don't talk" he said, "They only took the breathing tube out your throat a few hours ago". She nodded but said anyway, "Where am I?" before coughing. He shook his head and pushed her back down as she had tried to sit up. "In hospital, you were shot when Ari attacked the house" he explained. She sighed and tried to sit up again, "How bad am I?" she asked knowing that it wasn't going to be good.

They all looked at each other before Ducky stepped forward and said, "You were shot twice Jennifer, once in the stomach and one in the thigh and have been in a coma for the last 3 days. It's Kate's funeral today". She looked down before saying, "I want to go" Jethro shook his head before replying, "You can't Jen, Ari is still out there", she merely shook her head, "I want to Jethro, I can't stay in here feeling sorry for myself when you are all going to her funeral". Then suddenly Ziva stepped forward with a glint in her eye and a plan.

5 Hours Later …

The procession was slow past the coffin, ending with Jenny. She was still in pain due to the stitches and the idea of having to go back to the hospital later that day and she was desperate for Gibbs to turn up. She knew that if he didn't turn up then she would be attending another funeral. "Hey" said a familiar voice as the smell of saw-dust and bourbon filled her senses. She moved past the coffin and he looked down before placing his rose, "I thought you were going to miss it" she said as he caught up with her. "Never" he merely said before placing his hand on the bottom of her back.

She smiled and started to move forward thinking that it was all going to be okay now. Jethro was with her, she was happy, Tony, Tim and Abby were getting on.

Yes it was going to be okay.