Hey! Here's the next chapter of the story, I'm glad you like it so far! Anyways, there's not much else to day soooo... Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. :P
"Sooooo, what are you thinking about naming him?" Abby asked, spinning her chair around so that she was facing Jenny with a hopeful expression, Burt in one hand and a half full Caf-Pow! in the other.
"Abby, we don't even know if it's a boy or girl yet." Jenny replied, staring at Abby's drink enviously. It had been almost two weeks since she'd last had an ounce of caffeine and she could now physically feel the toll it was taking on her.
"Well then we can brainstorm both girls and boys' names!" Abby said, shrugging. Turning back around, she quickly pulled up a word document, typing 'Possible Names for Baby Gibbs' as she glanced back at Jenny's skeptical faced. "So? Any ideas?"
"I thought you were supposed to be working on a case..." Jenny trailed off, hoping to evade the topic until Gibbs was there. Truth be told, the thought of having a child actually scared her to death. Marrying, much less having kids, was never in her five point plan and the situation she was currently in, no matter how exciting, was freaking her out.
"Oh, I solved that like thirty minutes ago. I've just been waiting for Gibbs to come down here." Abby shrugged, finishing off her Caf-Pow! and dropping it in the trash can by her feet.
"Then why'd you tell Jethro you needed my help?"
"So we'd have an excuse to brainstorm baby names of course!" Abby replied like it was obvious, turning back to her screen. "Any suggestions? Maybe we could name him 'JJ', like, Jethro Junior or Jenny Junior? Ooooh, or maybe something fancier, like café!" She said, typing both of them in.
"Café?" Jenny asked, disbelievingly, her eyebrows disappearing under her bangs.
"Yeah! It's 'coffee' in French! Cause you and Gibbs are both addicted to coffee, and according to Ducky you fell in loooovvveeee in Paris!" Abby said, giggling at Jenny's astonished expression.
"Abby, I am not naming my daughter or son after a beverage. And I am not addicted to coffee." She said as the elevator dinged.
"Why not?" Gibbs questioned, grinning as he strode into the lab. "Yes you are." He said, handing Abby a Caf-Pow! and Jenny a cup of coffee.
"Thanks Gibbs!" Abby chimed, gulping down the light red drink.
"No I am not!" Jenny argued, smiling as she realized that Gibbs must have forgotten that she couldn't have coffee and had brought her a cup on instinct. Taking a giant sip, both Gibbs and Abby watched with amusement as her face scrunched up in distaste and she hopped off of the table, running over to Abby's trash can and spitting it out.
"Problem, Jen?" Gibbs asked, nonchalantly, smirking at Abby, who could barely contain her laughter.
"What was that?" Jenny spluttered, dropping the coffee cup into the trash can before returning her gaze to Gibbs, who was now chuckling.
"Decaf." Gibbs answered simply. "And didn't your mother ever teach you not to throw away gifts, at least in front of the giver?"
"Sure, but did your mother ever teach you not to try to poison people?" Jenny retorted, snatching his coffee and taking a giant sip. "Ahhh, that's better."
"Hey!" Gibbs said, grabbing the coffee back. "You're not supposed to have this. Doctor's orders, not mine."
"Since when have either of us either listened to doctors?" Jenny asked, smirking at him.
Gibbs rolled his eyes, turning around and peering at Abby's computer screen. "What d'ya got, Abs? Aside from 'Possible Names for... Baby Gibbs'?"
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"So, what did you say your name was again?" Palmer asked, glancing back towards the NCIS building and wondering how long this meeting was going to take, he still had to get back to Autopsy and figure out what on earth killed Petty Officer Otis Williams.
"Heather Shepard." A silver haired woman said, observing the jumpy man with amusement.
"And you're sure that you're The Director's sister, Heather?" Palmer questioned, biting his lip as he again glanced back towards NCIS, expecting Gibbs or Ducky or someone to bound out of the doors any minute wondering why he wasn't doing his job.
"Oh course. Like I told you, I'm trying to think of the best birthday present ever and I need to know as much about her as possible, which isn't easy because I haven't seen her in so long." The woman said, sipping her Caramel-Mocha Latte. "So, is there anything new going on in her life that I should know about?"
"You mean, aside from the fact that she's married to Gibbs?" Palmer questioned, looking at her suspiciously when she involuntarily winced at the name.
"Yes. Aside from that little complication." She said through her teeth, finishing off her Latte.
"Complication?"
"Just continue!"
"Okay... Um, well, she's pregnant..." Palmer replied, looking around warily when the woman again winced, this tim her mouth dropping open.
"She's WHAT!" The woman screeched, knocking the empty coffee cup off of the table in her frustration. Seeing the astonished look on the Autopsy Gremlin's face, she quickly composed herself, smiling the half-smirk, half-grin she used with everyone she met. "I mean, I had no idea! How lovely. Now I know exactly what to get her."
Standing up the woman flashed another smile at the jumpy medical assistant before turning around and marching back towards her car, muttering under her breath as she went. "Yep, I know the perfect gift for that little man-stealing witch. A nice, big slice of revenge."
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"Mr. Palmer! I'm glad you could make it." Ducky said, looking up from the body in front of him at Palmer, who had just rushed into the room and was currently throwing on his scrubs.
"Sorry Dr. Mallard." Palmer said, dashing over to the table and quickly picking up a magnifying glass, looking closer at the deep purple cuts on the man's shoulders. "You know, I just had the strangest lunch ever."
"Oh really?" Ducky asked, chuckling as Palmer continued to examine the man's chest.
"What?" Palmer questioned, his glasses falling farther down his nose as he looked up.
"Abigail solved the case an hour ago, Mr. Palmer. I was just making sure that our diagnosis was correct. The puncture wound to the back of the neck was not what killed him, he had been poisoned by his own daughter, by accident I should say, after all, she was only four years old." Ducky replied, pulling off his gloves.
"Oh."
"But please, by all means, continue telling me about your lunch debacle." Ducky responded, smiling good naturally.
"Well it wasn't so much as a debacle, as just a very strange situation." Palmer began, setting down the magnifying glass and taking his gloves off as well. "Actually, I was just planning on grabbing a cup of coffee, when a slightly familiar looking woman came up to me and asked if she could join me for lunch. So we both ordered sandwiches, mine was a BTL but she got this really good looking turkey sandwich and I thought that maybe I should have gotten..." He trailed off, seeing Ducky's comical expression. "But you don't really care about that. Anyways, so then she began asking all of these questions about the director."
"Jenny?"
"Yeah, she said that she was the director's sister, Heather, and when I told her that she was pregnant, she freaked." Palmer stated, shaking his head.
"Wait, what did she look like?" Ducky asked, his heart pounding. None of this added up, after all, Heather had been killed years ago, he'd performed the autopsy himself. So how could she suddenly be in DC wondering what her sister was up to?
"Short silver hair, pretty tall, kept giving me this weird look..." Palmer trailed off again, suddenly realizing that something must be really wrong. "What is it, Doctor?"
Ducky ignored him, striding over to the tiny screen in the corner of his room and clicking a button so that Abby's lab flashed up. "Abigail!"
"Ducky!" Abby called, running over to her computer. "What is it?" She asked, seeing the Medical Examiner's grave expression.
"Code Red." He said, grimacing at her horrified expression.
"I'll be right down!" Abby yelled, running out of the room as Ducky turned back around to see Palmer's eyes widen.
"What's Code Red?" He questioned, biting his lip again.
"Failure of Mission Paris."
"Meaning?" Jimmy asked, more confused than ever.
"Ryan's back."
Whaaaat! She's back! Poor Palmer, no one tells him anything :/ Review please! :D