A/N: This is the end of my first story, the last chapter. I hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Today it's been twenty-five years since the fall of the Berlin Wall. Amazing.
Chapter seventeen: The end
Leroy Jethro Gibbs was nervous. Or as nervous as a steely, tough, bad-ass Ex-Marine could possibly get. His gut was churning in the worst way, it was the same kind of foreboding he'd experienced as they'd worked the op in the Czech Republic as Jen had caught a round to the thigh. Either way, his rambling Senior Field Agent didn't help the matter at all.
He parked his car opposite to Doyle's house, scanning the area carefully. It was the typical white-picket-fence suburb he'd expected. The car Doyle had used to get away from the scene was parked in an almost mockingly obvious way in the front drive and the outline of his body was so clearly visible that even a miserable sniper could have made a deadly shot.
He divided the agents in three teams, each containing at least one member of the MCRT, and entered through the front door with his while the others looked for back-up. he shot a glance in the kitchen.
Doyle was leaning against the counter, a porcelain mug in his left hand, his gun loosely in his right. The smug and self-confident smirk on his face made Gibbs furious all the more. He drew his weapon, then he turned to the three agents behind him, indicating they should stay put while he went into the room.
"Special Agent Gibbs, pleasure to meet you." Doyle said as he place the mug on the counter, extending his hand for Gibbs to shake. Gibbs' blank expression gave nothing away of the fury he felt about this bastard knowing his name.
"I see you've done a little research then." He commented emotionless.
"You'd be impressed. I started observing you when you first got the case, you and your team. Gotta know who is the lead agent on my case, don't you think?" He grinned almost cheekily as Gibbs clenched his teeth. "And then I became aware of your pretty redheaded director-slash-girlfriend. Really hot, she's quite the locker, isn't she?" Gibbs knuckles turned white at the vice like grip he had on his SIG but he didn't take the bait. "And a keeper at that. Tell me Gibbs, how does it feel, pretending to have the perfect little family with her and 'your little one'? Do you think I could try too? She would give me a shot?"
Gibbs raised his gun, his finger was on the trigger before he really realized what Doyle had actually said. The only thing on his mind was Jenny, Jen and Manolo.
He aimed, pulled the trigger, but Doyle was faster.
The agents in the living room were shell shocked, their grips on their weapons slowly tightening. Then suddenly they jolted into motion, running to the kitchen as they heard a second shot. Tony slithered around the corner, coming to a sudden halt as he entered the kitchen. The glass of the window was shattered, a body laid on the floor, blood was pooling around him.
"Sick son of a bitch threatened Jenny and Manolo." Gibbs said through gritted teeth. "Tried to a bullet into my skull afterwards." He added almost nonchalantly. "DiNozzo call Ducky. I hope he won't mind, Jen mentioned he had tickets for the opera this evening."
Tony just nodded, he didn't really understood how Gibbs' mind worked in situation like this. He stepped out of the room, making his call as he saw, out of the corner of his eye, Gibbs coming towards him. The sleeve of his shirt was stained from the blood seeping through it. "Fuck Boss, what have you done?!"
"Cut me on the glass. Damn bastard thought he had to shoot the window." He growled, his annoyance obviously. Jenny would watch over him like hawk once she saw his injury, wanting to make sure he would really take his pain meds and follow Ducky's orders. "Ducky's coming?" He saw Tony nodding. "He can patch me up then."
They had to wait for the M.E.'s arrival for almost thirty minutes till they could finally hear Ducky scolding Palmer for having taken the wrong turn one too many times. "Honestly Mr. Palmer, what do they teach you young lads in college nowadays when you can't even drive us hear without spending almost fifteen minutes on a detour?"
"But Doctor Mallard, you had the map, you said..."
"Quit complaining Palmer!" Gibbs interrupted him rudely. "Could you take a look at my arm Duck? I'd like to get back to Jen and Manolo."
"Anxious Jethro?" The doctor gave him a knowing smirk. "Dear Jennifer is much more relaxed those days, don't you think? There's nothing a few nights of good sleep can't cure." He added suggestively.
"Duck" Gibbs growled impatiently, the warning in his voice clear to them both although Ducky dismissed it still smiling.
"Oh come on Jethro. A little honesty won't kill you. You tend to forget I was there the first time around."
"There isn't much to forget about that seeing that you walked in on us in the kitchen of Decker's safe house in Paris."
Ducky patted his arm and gave him another smirk. To say he wasn't shocked as he found them was the understatement of the century and although he had had his suspicions at that point of time, seeing them verified in form of his best friends doing the woman he thought of as a daughter on the kitchen table almost got him to faint.
"You're as good as new. Give Jennifer my regards. And if I were you Jethro, I would forgo a repeat performance as you have the little one in the house. We wouldn't want him to get the same kind of shock as I had now, would we?"
"Director? Special Agent Gibbs is back."
The voice of her ever loyal assistant came through her intercom. She signed the last file, then pressed the bottom to reply. "Thank you Cynthia. Would you mind keeping an eye on Manolo for a little while?" She asked as she stood up and covered his sleeping form on the couch with a blanket.
"Sure, I'd love to." Cynthia answered as she opened the door to the inner office. "Does he need anything when he wakes up?"
"Technically he should be fine, but just call me however, I will come and get him." She sent a last glance at the little boy on her couch and restrained the urge to kiss his forehead.
Jenny exited her office and made her way across the catwalk. Looking down she saw that his desk was unoccupied so she decided to pay Abby a visit where she would hopefully fund him. The doors of the elevator opened in front of Abby's lab as the man in question was just about to press the button for the elevator. She gasped, his appearance was messed up, his shirt blood stained. Her eyes focused on his arm where were cuts in his sleeve.
"Jethro?" She asked, almost hesitantly as if afraid to find out. "What happened?" She reached out carefully to touch his face.
"I'm good Jen, just a few cuts. Let's go up to your office." He said touching her hair softly as he entered the elevator. She turned around, about to kiss him, as suddenly-
"Stop!" She pushed him away.
"What?" He whined like a small child that didn't get his favourite toy.
"Leroy Jethro Gibbs, did you just whine?" Jenny laughed, amusement dancing in her eyes.
"No. So why can't we neither go to your office nor do I get to kiss you?"
"Oh, poor baby" Jenny cooed. "Complaining won't get you anywhere. Look at you. Your arm and shirt are bloody, your face looks like you hadn't washed it in ages, your..."
"Okay, okay, I got it Jen. So what do you suggest?" He asked a bit annoyed. Why was she always right?
"Take a shower, I'll get you a new set of clothes from your locker. Combination still the same?" She wanted to know, about to turn around and go to his locker as he grabbed her wrist.
"Sure thing. Fancy to join me when you come back?" He gave her a boyish grin.
"Jethro!" She exclaimed, but lowered her voice again immediately. "We can't have sex at NCIS!"
"Why not? Think about the thrill." He murmured into her hair as his hand sneaked under her blouse, cupping her bra-clad breast. "Jen?" He asked huskily, nipping on her earlobe.
"Mmmm" she moaned, "I'll think about it." His hand trailed lower, toying with the waistband of her panties.
"Jethro!" She scolded. "We're standing in the middle of the hallway!" His hand dipped into her panties.
"Hmm. Fine. Wait for me, I'll hurry up." He kissed her deeply, leaving her gasping for air as they broke apart. She turned around and he used the opportunity to admire her backside and, in a daring moment, swatted her ass lightly.
She shot him a nasty glare over her shoulder. "If I were you, I'd think about what I'd do. I'm not the one spotting a massive hard-one." She murmured huskily.
"Go!" He ordered. "I'm waiting!"
She laughed throatily. "I'll make the wait worth for you." She promised seductively.
This part is M-rated. If you don't like it, just skip the next paragraph. You won't miss out on anything important.
"Jethro" She moaned as her head hit the wall of the shower cubicle.
"God, Jethro!" His mouth closed around her hardened nipple. He let his eyes wander across her flushed body, the little droplets of water, her hair framing her face, her fingers feverishly searching for something to hold on to. He moved down her body, over her navel, licking and biting along her hip bones, smelling her arousal.
"You are so wet Jen, Jeez, you are dripping." He mumbled as he caressed her clit lightly. He looked up at her face, her head resting against the wall, her eyes tightly shut, her mound a bit agape.
"Dont - stop" she managed in-between gasps. He licked slowly along her cunt while he parted her folds with his fingers. He darted his tongue in and out of her, increasing the speed of his thrusts continuously, building her orgasm slowly.
"Jethro, I'm coming..." He pulled out of her, leaving her wanton, panting with need and frustrated as hell.
"You bastard! Jethro!" Angry tears pooled in her forest green eyes. He wiped them away with his thumb, then he kissed her hungrily, nipping at her bottom lip lightly as he - "Jethro!" - thrust into her hard.
She was tight, warm, wet, and he knew he wouldn't last long. The heat in the pit of her stomach was increasing. His hand caressed her clit roughly and he felt her muscles clenching around him.
"Jethro!" She screamed, suddenly aware that was almost everything she had said for the last twenty minutes. She fell over the edge as he buried himself deep into her, his orgasm ripping through him. He stroked her hair lovingly and she smiled at him, the satisfaction of her afterglow surrounding her.
"Jethro! What did I tell you?"
"Ducky! What are you doing here?" Gibbs yelled, shielding Jenny's body with his own.
"I thought we agreed on you avoiding having sex in public places! Everybody walking along the hallway could have heard you!"
"And I thought we agreed on keeping our relationship a secret!" Jenny glared at the two men in front of her.
"Honestly Jen, I didn't tell him! He just found out!" Suddenly it hit him how absurd it was that he was having this particular conversation with his naked lover in NCIS' shower room in front of his best friend who had just walked in on the two of them having sex.
"He's right Jennifer." Ducky's voice ripped him out of his thoughts. "I became aware of the subtle change in you behavior and put two and two together. Ah, I should probably go." He said seeing the faint blush on Jenny's cheeks. "You should really consider listening to me" Ducky added over his shoulder as he exited the room.
Jenny buried her face in Jethro's neck. "No more sex at the Navy Yard. I feel like my father walked in on me having sex. The second time!" She felt Jethro's chest vibrating with laughter.
"Don't laugh!" She grinned as she hit his chest. "That was embarrassing!"
They were on their way back to her office, standing patiently next to each other in the elevator as he reached out to hit the emergency switch, stopping the elevator mid-ride.
"Jen-"
"You better not want to have sex again Jethro, I'm still embarrassed." She said but grinned nevertheless.
"No. This is about Manolo Jen." He announced, brushing a few strands of hair out of her face. She stiffened. "What about him?"
"Social Services will want to take him away now that Doyle is dead and there is no threat against his life anymore." She looked at him, her eyes wide and a bit watery.
"Do you really think they would do that Jethro? He has nobody left in the world beside us. He calls me Mama for God's sake!" She shouted angrily as the tears began to flow. "Shh, Jen, it's okay." Gibbs suggested, taking her in his arms and hugging her to him. "Maybe you can see him again, you could visit him." He tried to console her but she broke away from him harshly.
"I don't want to visit him every now and then Jethro!" She cried huskily, almost choking on her tears. "I didn't even want to have kids my whole life long, hell I didn't want to have kids two weeks ago! And then we found Manolo and suddenly there's someone depending on me, someone I care for, someone I consider before I make my every move. I love this boy Jethro, I can't stand the thought of him being taken away from me."
He looked at her face, her sad green eyes, the smeared mascara. His mind was made up. "Come here Jen" he said, once again taking her into his arms. "We'll call Social Services, apply for guardianship." He said gruffly. He just couldn't stand her tears. "Maybe we can even adopt him."
"We?" She asked, looking up at him.
"You are stuck with me Jen."
"I think I can live with that." came her mumbled reply as her lips crushed down on hers.
She sat at her desk fidgeting with the papers lying all across it and occasionally smoothing out the imaginary wrinkles of her clothing. She looked over at Manolo who was blissfully unaware of everything that was going on around him as the nervousness she felt made her almost sick to the stomach. Anxiously tapping her pen on her desk she wondered for the hundredth time that day if they really would take him away from her. Her intercom buzzed.
"Madam Director?" She heard Cynthia's formal greeting, a sure sign that somebody was in the outer office. "Social Services are here."
"Send them in please. And Cynthia?"
"Yes Director?"
"Get a hold of Special Agent Gibbs."
"Good work Abby" Gibbs pressed a kiss to her cheek. "That bastard is going to rot in hell." Looking at the photo of Doyle's dead body distastefully.
"What about the other terrorists?" The goth wanted to know.
"Not our jurisdiction. The FBI will take over." He answered shrugging his shoulders.
"And you will just let them?" Abby asked incredulously. "You never just hand a case over!"
"Well, we really don't have jurisdiction on this one anymore, we found the murderer of the Marines, but I will probably put up a fight just to annoy the hell out of Fornell and our director." He remarked grinning cheekily.
"Oh, that's very mature." Abby laughed. "But it's more like you." She added bouncing up and down as Gibbs cellphone began to ring.
"I have to take that. Bye Abbs." Gibbs said kissing her cheek again.
"See you later Gibbs" she waved as he left her lab.
He looked at the caller ID on the display and took the call. "What does the director want now Cynthia?"
"Social Services are here."
Gibbs opened the door to her office softly, for once showing the good manners she knew he possessed but prefered not to show. Jenny and the blonde were sitting at the conference table while Manolo was happily coloring away at her desk.
"Ms Smith, you remember Special Agent Gibbs?" She asked politely.
"He's certainly not one to forget easily." She mumbled unaware of Jenny's nasty glare.
"How is it going Jen?" He asked as he took the seat next to her.
"We haven't really discussed anything yet." She murmured back.
"I take it the case is solved?" Elizabeth Smith asked to officially start the meeting. Gibbs nodded. "His mother died two days ago."
"So it's time to find a proper foster family for him then." She concluded.
"Ms Smith, I; we really care about Manolo" Jenny gestured to Gibbs and herself, "and we would like to apply for guardianship for him and later on adopt Manolo."
"Listen to me Director, I can understand that yu are attached to the boy, but he will be better off with one of our foster families. You can't provide a good care with your work hours" she eyes the red-head sceptically, "and on top of this-"
"Mama, Mama, I drew you a picture!" Manolo shouted running to her. She lifted him up on her lap and let him explain his drawing to her. "These are Abby and Ducky and Gibbs" he pointed at three figures in the picture, "and that's me and that's you." He continued pointing at the remaining two figures.
"Very good honey." Jenny praised as Manolo leaned back against her chest.
"I don't think it was a good idea to let the boy grow so attached to you." Smith said, pejoratively watching the scene in front of her. "You knew we had to take him away from you eventually."
"You cannot just take him away from us, you have to at least consider our application!" The red-head gave back angrily, her temper flaring.
"Watch it or I will take him with me immediately!" The blonde threatened.
"He calls me Mama, he views me as his mother, and you want to take him away from me! That can't mean nothing!" Jenny replied almost desperately.
"Ms Smith, listen to me." Gibbs spoke up. "Look at them. They have known each other for less than a week and yet there is such a strong bond between them. You destroy them both when you take Manolo away from her." The social worker sighed as Gibbs continued. "You don't have to let us adopt him right away, you can check up on him and us every day if you want, but don't tore them apart." He ended his small speech gruffly.
Smith sighed deeply. "I have to make a few calls." She said exiting the office. "I'll be back in about fifteen minutes."
The doors closed behind her.
Jenny hugged Manolo tightly to her, pressing soft kisses to his head.
"Call your team and Abby and Ducky Jethro. We need all the support we can get."
A little while later their surrogate family was gathered around Jenny and Manolo who was sitting on her lap as Smith entered the office again, her face blank.
"I talked to my superiors who obviously know you." She said, now with a disapproving look on her face. "I don't appreciate it when children are given to people just because they are friends with the people on top." Smith shot a nasty look at Jenny who bit her tongue to avoid making spiteful remark.
"Their only condition is that Manuel-" "Manolo" Jenny corrected automatically. "-Manolo agrees."
"So Manolo, do you want to live with Miss Shepard?" She asked bending down to his level.
The little boy took a few strands of her curly red hair in his hands, like he did so often. He touched her face softly.
"I want to live with Mama."
-THE END-
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