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Gibbs pulled Jenny's skirt to rights. His hand lingered on her hip. He remembered holding her rocking body against his as she rode him, hard and fast.
Jen!
Damn it. You should have told me!
"Jen, wake up. Can you hear me? Come on Jenny." He said moving his hand to her cheek.
Her eyes fluttered a moment later.
"Jethro?" She whispered, opening her eyes.
"Hey, you okay?" Gibbs asked his hand still on her cheek.
"Jethro…" Jenny moaned reaching for his face.
She placed her hand behind his head and pulled him down to her, surprising him.
"Kiss me!" She whispered a moment before locking her lips to his.
The touch of her soft, supple, yielding lips sparked memories of a night long past. A night, where he had taken what he needed, and she had given him that and so much more.
Her tongue slipped into his mouth, exploring every corner, stroking and licking his tongue, driving him mad. All he wanted to do was get on top of her, and nestle deep inside her. He wanted to hold her close as she gasped and moaned her pleasure. He wanted to watch her eyes glaze over as her orgasm ripped her asunder.
He took over the kiss with a fierce possessiveness. His hand had somehow found itself into her blouse. Through her bra, he felt her pebbled bud and it drove him crazy. He wanted to … no needed to taste her.
One moment she was arching into his hand, stroking his tongue and pulling him closer. In the next she pushed him away, removed his hand from her breast and gasped for breathe.
"Jen?" Gibbs gasped.
He did not want this to end. He was painfully hard and throbbing and he knew that she wanted him too. So why was she pushing him away.
"No. Get away from me." She whispered.
"What? No." Gibbs growled.
"Oh…." Jenny gasped her hand covering her mouth.
Gibbs realized she was about to retch. Grabbing her trashcan from under her desk, he managed to hold it under her face just as she started heaving. Running his hand rhythmically over her back he waited for her to stop. Once she was done, he moved the trashcan aside and wiped her mouth.
A moment later Ducky, Tony, Ziva and McGee rushed into the room.
"What happened, Jethro?" Ducky asked rushing to Jenny's side.
"She was talking…."
"They were shouting." Cynthia corrected, only to have Gibbs glare in anger.
"She passed out and when she can too…" Gibbs left out the part where they kissed.
"She started retching."
Ziva moved to pour a glass of water as Tony went into Jenny's private bathroom to retrieve a wet towel. Gibbs nodded at McGee indicating that he get Cynthia out of the room.
"Lie down Director and let's see what's the problem." Ducky said.
Jenny took a sip of water before doing as requested. When Tony placed the wet towel against Jenny's forehead, Gibbs held it in place. He stared at her but she did not look at him.
"Your pulse is a bit rapid and your blood pressure is low. Did you start an argument with her, Jethro?" Ducky admonished.
"No…" Gibbs replied.
"He must have." Ziva said.
"He's been in an arguing mood for weeks now." Tony concurred.
"It's because of the psych evaluation today." Ziva continued.
"I knew he'd be mad about it. But how did that lead to the Director collapsing." Tony pondered
"Oh, a Gibbs glare can do that to a person. But Jenny should be used to that…" Ziva continued.
"Get out, both of you!" Gibbs growled.
"Gibbs…"
"Boss…"
"Do I have to repeat myself?" Gibbs growled.
"No."
That said Tony and Ziva left the room.
"Now tell me about the symptoms." Ducky asked Jenny.
"Jethro, please leave." Jenny asked.
"Jen… I…" the last thing he wanted to do was leave.
"Please!" She pleaded, so uncharacteristically.
She could not stand having him so close, touching her. She was furious with herself for initiating the kiss. But God help her, it felt so good to have him touching her, kissing her and aroused for… her.
"Okay." He replied, innocently caressing her head one more time before standing up and leaving.
"Are you ready to tell me, Director?" Ducky asked once they were alone.
"I've been feeling shaky, weak, nauseous and dizzy. But this is the first time I'm collapsed."
"How long have you had these symptoms?"
"A week or two."
"When is the nausea the worst?"
"It comes up almost any time. Sometimes it's when I get out of bed. At other times it could be after smelling a certain type of food."
"I see. Director, when did you last have your period?"
"What?" Jenny gasped Ducky's implication crystal clear.
"I don't mean to scare you, but the symptoms you are describing are most common in the first trimester of pregnancy."
"No. I can't be!" Jenny gasped.
Images of her and Gibbs naked in his basement, engaged in erotic, mind-blowing intercourse, blazed through her mind.
We did not use protection!
Oh God, Could I really be pregnant… With Gibbs' baby!
Crap!
He doesn't even remember …
What am I going to do?!?!
"Jenny, I am going to draw a blood sample to confirm my theory. If I'm wrong, I may need to run a few other tests to diagnose the problem." Ducky said.
He drew the sample and promised to have the results for her within the hour.
"I suggest that you eat dry crackers and drink a fizzy drink to combat the nausea. Also avoid sudden movements as that will just make you dizzier." Ducky said patting her arm before leaving her office.
Alone, Jenny looked down at her flat belly.
Could there really be a life growing inside me?
Oh my God! Why now? Why!?!
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As soon as he reached the bullpen, Gibbs practically pounced on him.
"What's wrong with her?"
"Jethro, you know I can't tell you. Doctor/patient confidentiality and all that." Ducky said, moving around Gibbs.
"Damn it Ducky. I need to know." Gibbs growled.
"I'm sorry Jethro. Now excuse me." Ducky said as the elevator doors closed in Gibbs' face.
"Argh!" Gibbs swore as he headed for the other elevator.
He needed to think. This thing with Jenny, it was so powerful, so primal. He wanted her with a desperation he would never admit to. Now she was ill and Ducky wasn't going to tell him what was wrong with her. Knowing Jenny as well as he did, he knew that she wouldn't tell him either.
Damn it, Jenny!
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"Should we follow him?" McGee asked.
"And get shot. No I don't think so." Tony said.
"Maybe I should check on the Director." Ziva offered.
"She's probably not in a mood to talk." Tony said.
"Did either of you notice the look that passed between Gibbs and the Director?" McGee asked.
"He was concerned about her?" Ziva said.
"Yeah, but he was also… oh wow…" Tony gasped as a sudden revelation hit him.
"What is it, Tony?" McGee asked.
"Gibbs is …." Tony looked around to make sure no one else was listening.
"Drop it Tony." Ziva whispered.
"It's 'spill it' not 'drop it' Ziva." McGee corrected.
"Whatever. Gibbs is … what?" Ziva demanded.
"He is HOT for the Director." Tony whispered.
"You're crazy Tony." McGee said moving to his desk.
"You better stop talking Tony." Ziva warned taking a seat at her desk.
"I'm serious." Tony insisted.
"Yeah, well when Gibbs hears you, not only is he going to head slap you. He is also going to kick you on your ass and off his team." Ziva grinned.
A moment later Ziva reflected,
Could Tony be right?
Have Gibbs' feeling for Jenny resurfaced?
Have her feelings for him returned?
Well they never left in the first place did they?
No, not if the man she spoke about in Cairo was Gibbs…
She was still in love with him then …
And she's still in love with him now…
I hope it works out for you this time, Jenny…
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Author's Note:
That's it for this chapter…
What will the blood test reveal?
Will Gibbs confront Jenny about what happened in his basement?
Will they own up to their feelings for each other?
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