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A Change in The Wind

'And you know, everything changes but,
We'll be strangers if we see this through,
You could stay within these walls and bleed,
Or just stay with me'
-Ed Sheeran, One

Time slowly passed by in Washington DC. As it turned out Gibbs did remember what he had said that night, he remembered how Jenny had reacted, and guilt weighed heavily down on his shoulders. The red head had arrived late the next morning, looking tired and emotionally as well as physically drained. He had the mother of all hangovers, and had woken to find Ducky in his kitchen making coffee. The smell of the drink had caused him to rise to consciousness; only to open his eyes and regret his passing out on the hard concrete basement floor. Gibbs hadn't known why the older man was there, but he had soon guessed it was Jenny who had called him.

Ducky had witnessed the pair's relationship from the very first day they had met. He'd seen a bond grow which was stronger than any he had ever witnessed. Seen the way they managed to work in perfect sync and communicate without words. Ducky had been there in Paris, when things had been so hard that all of them nearly broke down. He'd watched how both managed to take on the cover of lovers so flawlessly that they had even him confused as to where the cover ended. When Jethro got married, he'd seen things get rough, he'd consoled Jenny. But they'd managed to get back up, the next day at work though, things were worse than the day when the red head agent had reached her breaking point and slapped her boss.

In the past you had known something was wrong because of the arguments, the shouting matches that caused everyone to cut their losses and run. But this time it was silent. They didn't share a word, only long and detailed looks – but not in a romantic sense. Stan and Will had taken every opportunity to leg it, Stan down to Ducky or the new forensic specialist who was doing her first few half days to get to know the place. A woman, who aroused curiosity particularly among the men in headquarters. Will would go to Marrow, and discuss his new job which had been confirmed would start later than expected, 8 weeks time.

However, as the time went on, Ducky wished he could say things were getting better. However there was no change. Gibbs was going through his divorce proceedings, something which put him in a ratty mood to begin with. But it didn't take long for the papers to be signed and the handshake to take place. Then it was over. The wedding ring was removed. The office scuttlebutt began.

Jenny's life was different though. In fact it was an ever changing different. She and Mark had talked about the wedding and what they wanted. She'd told him that because she didn't have any blood relatives that she would rather it was small, and he agreed. However, he had informed her that he was paying for the honeymoon, and he wanted it to be memorable. So, he had taken a month long stationing to add some money to the jar. It was not a dangerous one, he'd be training men with new equipment, and she trusted him. He was too good of a person for him not to come back.

It was also decided that they would take a long weekend to Ireland, so she could meet her soon to be mother and father in law. The date was set, the saving began, and Mark shipped out.

It was when Mark had been shipped out for two weeks that Jenny discovered what was about to be the next biggest chapter in their life. Sitting in the en suit bathroom of her bedroom in the Georgetown house in which she had grown up in, she felt the air become sucked out of her lungs. Her hands shook, and tears formed in her eyes. Shifting she picked up the second and saw that both were identical, just as the third one was.

The tears streamed faster, and the corners of her mouth slowly began to twitch up at the sides. More, and more, until she was beaming with glee. Jenny froze in that moment for what must have been nearing ten minutes. Not once did her eyes leave the three small plus signs that were looking up at her. Not once though, did she mentally acknowledge what this meant.

When finally she managed to think straight she picked up the phone, entering her contacts she looked at marks picture, but knew it would ring to a dead end. He wasn't aloud it out there. Subconsciously she looked at Gibbs' number. The one she knew very well she would be able to recite in her sleep if she so wanted. Yet she knew all too well that was not the number she would call. They weren't talking, why would this amazing new for her change that. It would certainly not take back what he had said or how he felt.

His words still haunted her, she'd told Mark though, a couple of nights later. She'd felt as though she had had an affair, felt like she was cheating on the man who was so much better than she deserved. However, Mark's response had simply been; 'I don't blame him'. Because in her fiancé's eyes, he was surprised that everyone wasn't in love with her.

Jenny finally clicked on a number; Tom Marrow's number. It was a Sunday, but after a week of high profile cases she knew that he would be in his office. Even if he wasn't, they were friends and she was sure he would pick up. When he answered she was brief, asking simply for a favour. That was how, an hour and a half later, Jenny was stood in MTAC, face to face with her fiancé – or at least over video conference anyway.

It was a luxury, something that they both knew most couples did not get, but neither one would turn it down. And no one out there with him, no matter how jealous they were, would deny them it.

Dressed in a pair of white leggings, an old extra large American football shirt, and a pair ballet pumps she looked up at Mark's face as he smiled, the feed reaching him all those miles away. Her heels were gone, the team weren't in the office and even the skeleton staff seemed to be down to their bones. So as she looked at the man she was undoubtedly in love with, she knew she needed to impress no one.

"How are you?" He asked, and she smiled. He'd never ask how she had even made this happen, but at the same time he would be ever thankful for it. She looked at him, in his daily uniform on the ship. Clean shaven and dapper, and Jenny silently hoped he'd wear his dress uniform for their wedding.

"I miss you." She said, smiling softly. Tom had told her that he would only be able to let them talk for fifteen minutes. But it was more than enough to tell him what she needed to.

"I miss you too." He replied. "Planned any more of the wedding back there?"

The red head laughed a little, placing a finger on her chin as she did so. "Well I spoke to KFC and they said they will cater, and then I thought we could have the reception in their car park and get married by the McDonald's clown. What do you think?" She loved the sight that followed her words, her fiancé laughing from half way across the world, and she just laughed back. Both secretly knowing that they wouldn't care even if that was their wedding. "No, I erm, I was thinking I'd get Ducky to give me away."

"I think he'd be really honoured." Mark responded, and she nodded. "My mum will love him, you know? In fact, so will my dad."

"I can't wait to meet them. But, erm, I was also thinking we should bring the wedding date closer."

"Okay?"

"It's just, we're gonna look back on these pictures for years. I'm gonna look at my dress for years and well, the thing is, I'm not gonna be this thin for long. As much as I don't mind, it's just-"

"What are you saying Jenny?" Mark had a look on his face, hope, wonder.

"Well." She began. "When you're pregnant, you're stomach-"

"We're having a child?" His face beamed, and so did hers. Jenny just nodded, tears rolling down her cheeks – already her hormones were all over the place. She watched as he turned around to the rest of his crew and said; "I'm gonna be a dad!"

Jenny had thought about keeping it quiet. But she also knew from what little her father had spoken about his deployments that one person's good news causes everyone to smile. It lightens everyone's day. That was evident when she soon could not just see her fiancé, the father of the child she was holding, but also the face of so many other men and a couple of woman as they patter him on the back and shouted 'congratulations' towards her. The red head just laughed, smiled, and loved every moment of it.

When everyone had finally left the screen, their celebrations could still be heard. Their time was running out, but they were both still smiling. Beaming brightly at the news three little stick had given them. "I'm gonna be a daddy." Mark said, and Jenny nodded. "You hear that little one, I'm your daddy, and know we haven't met yet, but I love you so much." Jenny placed her hand on her still flat stomach. Smiling at Mark's words. Engraving them into her memory.

A technician walked into the room and she knew that their time was really nearly over. She was about to speak, when he nodded. "Stay safe." She said.

"You too, both of you." Jenny smiled. "I love you Jenny, and thank you."

"Thank you, I love you too."

That day Jenny returned home in a bliss. She felt like she was flying, everything seemed so bright, so perfect. It would be wrong to say that she was not scared because she was, truth be told the thought of being a mother terrified her. But she knew that it would be the best thing that would ever happen to her.

Jenny went home, sat with a cup of tea, and started writing a diary. So that if their child ever asked, she could tell them about everything. It was a day she would never forget; it was the happiest day of her life. But as she fell asleep that night, she did not know that an even bigger change in her life was fast approaching.

I don't know if y'all read the lyrics at the beginning of each chapter, but they are quite pertinent to what you are about to read. Plus, i do take a while choosing them. Anyway, fancy leaving a review? More reviews and i'll get yas some Jibbs in the next chapter...