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Jenny needed a drink. But if she was pregnant that was the last thing she could have. She felt intense pressure in her shoulders and the back of her head and realized that a headache from hell was about to plague her. Would she be able to take medication?

Oh crap!

I do not know the first thing about this!

How am I going to cope … alone?

Tea. I can drink tea.

Jen called Cynthia in and asked her to put on a pot of tea. If Cynthia was surprised, she did not say anything. Moments later while sipping her tea, Jenny started taking stock of her situation.

Jethro does not remember and I am not going to remind him.

If I am pregnant, I will have to make a decision.

Do I keep the baby or do I ter .. terminate the pregnancy.

Or, do I tell Jethro?

No!

I will handle this on my own.

There was a knock.

"Dr Mallard?" Jenny nervously asked.

"It is as I suspected. You are pregnant." Ducky said.

"Crap!" Jenny said collapsing onto her couch.

"I take it that this is not what you wanted." Ducky said sitting next to her.

"No. I never expected this when I went to Jet…" Jenny stopped mid-sentence.

"Oh dear. Is Jethro the father of your baby?" Ducky asked shocked.

"No!" Jenny lied.

"Jenny, you are obviously distraught and I sense that you need to talk this out. Whatever we discuss will be in the strictest of confidence. Now is Jethro the father?" Ducky asked.

Tears gathered in Jenny's eyes.

"Oh God, yes! He is but he doesn't know."

"Well, you've just found out so it is to be expected that he doesn't know yet." Ducky said.

"Ducky, he doesn't remember … sleeping with me." Jenny said.

"What do you mean? How could he not remember? That is not like Jethro at all."

"He was drunk and distraught. It was the day Emily died. I went to his knowing that he would be hurting and he was. He reached out to me. I should have resisted. But, he was in so much pain and I just couldn't leave him like that. Then one thing led to another…. Oh God." Jenny stopped short.

"You need to tell him." Ducky said,

"No."

"Jenny, he needs to know and he needs to take responsibility for his actions."

"That's just it. He was drunk! I was not. He has nothing to take responsibility for. I should have stopped him. I shouldn't have gone to him." Jenny sobbed.

"What's done is done. You are pregnant, and he is the father. Jenny he has a right to know. He needs to do his duty by you."

"Ducky, I do not want him to see this as a duty. I do not want him to feel pressured and I do not even know what his views are on having kids. His never talked about it and he didn't have any kids with his second, third, or fourth wives!"

"None of that matters now. You have to …" Ducky insisted as Jenny rubbed her aching head.

"Ducky, I can't. Not yet. Maybe never. I need to think about this and I need to decide whether to keep this child or … not." Jenny looked at Ducky.

Surprise and dismay were clearly visible in Ducky's eyes.

"Surely you are not thinking about … abortion." Ducky said.

"I … I don't know what I'm thinking. I need time. I… mmm." Jenny moaned.

He head was throbbing now.

"Okay. I suggest you go home and rest. You may take a Panado for your headache. Remember, dry crackers and fizzy drinks. Oh, I could schedule an appointment with Dr Sasha Malone a gynecologist for you if you like."

"Alright. Thank you Dr Mallard." Jenny dismissed him.

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At 2pm sharp, Gibbs walked into Dr John Rothman's office.

"Agent Gibbs, please have a seat." John offered.

Gibbs took a seat. He knew how these things worked. He would co-operate, say all the right things and get the doctor off his back. Then he could get back to dealing with Jenny.

"I believe you've had a few rough weeks. Do you want to tell me about them?" John started when Gibbs remained silent.

"John, you know the business. If it wasn't rough there would be no need for me and my team." Gibbs smiled.

"Yes. However, some cases demand more. Like Emily's case." John said.

Gibbs tensed involuntarily, images of a mangled child flashing through his mind.

Damn it Jenny. Why, the hell, did you have to give his this tit bit?

"Agent Gibbs?" John prompted.

"Yes, Emily's case was tough but I've had tougher cases in my career."

"Tell me what happened." John insisted.

"Read the case file if you want the details, John." Gibbs sighed.

He wanted to get out of here. He could not get the image of Jenny out of his mind and he was worried, really worried about her.

"The case file won't reveal your emotions, Jethro. So tell me what happened."

"We got there but things had progressed too far. Despite everything we did, I was not able to save her. It was terrible seeing her dead and I will have to live with that picture in my head for the rest of my life. But, we did all that we could and there was no way to save her." Gibbs completed his monologue.

John made a few notes and asked Gibbs more questions about the case.

Gibbs answered without any emotion other then impatience.

Halfway through the session John asked. "Has this case brought up images of Kelly and her death?"

Gibbs glared are him.

"I told you, I've dealt with this case. It has nothing to do with what happened to Kelly. I'm fine and I think we're done here." Gibbs growled standing up and heading for the door.

"I guess so. The tension in your shoulders indicates just how comfortable you are with this discussion and how little it has to do with Kelly. Your bloodshot eyes are testimony of how well you are sleeping despite the nightmares. The slight trembling of your hands confirms my suspicion of an increase in your caffeine quota as well as alcohol consumption. The pain, guilt and fury are plain to see in your eyes. What you need is a few weeks away from work to deal with all of this. You do know that I can force that on you." John calmly said.

Gibbs tensed his back towards John, his hand on the doorknob. His grasp was so tight that his knuckled turned white.

"But I won't." John said.

Gibbs released the breath he had not know he was holding.

"I understand that all you have is your work and if I take that away from you, it could do more harm. That is why I propose the following, and I know that you will comply. You will see me once a week for the next 4 weeks. You will open up and you will tell me everything. If you hold back, lie or brush your emotions aside, I will reconsider my options."

"When did you become such a bastard?" Gibbs growled.

"Who? Me? See you on Friday, same time same place. I suggest you be honest with yourself, Jethro. Then you'll be able to be honest with me." John replied.

John stood behind Gibbs. Reaching forward he opened the door for Gibbs and allowed him to leave.

Damn it!

I will have to do this.

He is too sneaky and he can see right through me.

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Gibbs headed for Jenny's office taking the stairs two at a time. He needed to know if she was feeling better and he wanted answers about what had happened in his basement.

"Agent Gibbs. Wait!" Cynthia shouted as Gibbs walked past her and entered Jenny's office without knocking.

The office was empty.

"Where is she?" Gibbs demanded.

Fear raced up his spine.

Did she take a turn for the worse?

"She's taken the rest of the day off." Cynthia tried to resist his glare, but in the end self-preservation won out.

Jenny, take an afternoon off?

Hell, even a shot to her thigh in Paris hadn't slowed her down.

So how bad is this if she had to go home?

I need to see her.

Gibbs rushed out of Jenny's office and headed for the bullpen.

"DiNozzo."

"Boss." Tony replied as McGee and Ziva looked up.

"You're in charge until I get back." Gibbs said grabbing his gun and badge before heading for the elevator.

Once the elevator doors closed behind him, Tony stood up and asked, "Anyone want to hazard a guess as t where he's going?"

"More Coffee?" McGee chirped.

"A bar, especially after his psych session." Ziva said.

"The Director's home." Abby said entering the bullpen.

"And the winner is Ms Scuito!" Tony shouted.

"Abby are you okay?" McGee asked.

"What… yes. I'm fine. Why? What have you heard? No, don't answer. You didn't hear it from me." Abby rambled.

"Hear what, Abby?" Ziva asked.

"Nothing. Don't ask me. I can't tell you about the Director's blood tests." Abby said.

"What blood tests?" Tony asked, concern colouring his voice.

"Her HCG blood test. Oh, darn it. I've said too much. You lot are evil for making me spill the truth. Stay away from me." Abby shouted, turning and racing back to the elevator.

"HCG?" Tony questioned.

"Human Chorionic Gonadotropin blood test." McGee said.

"A pregnancy test!" Ziva gasped.

"Oh… Oh… The Director's pregnant!" Tony choked before collapsing in his chair.

"Who's going to tell Gibbs?" McGee asked.

"Not me." Ziva backed away.

"Tell him what? I know nothing." Tony insisted.

"I guess I know nothing too!" McGee stated deleting the recent history of sites visited on his computer.

Standing near the elevator, Abby slapped the back of her head, hard.

Ouch! Me and my big mouth!

Ducky's going to kill me!

The Director's going to kill me!

Oh I am so so so dead!

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Author's Note:

That is it for this chapter.

Will Gibbs learn the truth soon?

How will he react?

Jenny has her first ultrasound scan in the next chapter.

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