Jethro Gibbs was stunned.

Our kids.

What Sadie had said shocked him to his core. After the death of his wife and daughter, he never fully intended to have kids ever again, and now suddenly he had kids. He held onto her as she cried. He looked at Tony and Ducky, who both almost had the same look of shock on their faces. Sadie's sobs lessened. He looked down to see Sadie had stopped crying. She looked as if she had passed out. He looked at Ducky in alarm.

"Ducky?"

The older man kneeled to check her out, "It's okay. She's passed out. But we do need to get her tended to."

Gibbs nodded. He put a hand under her legs and began to lift her up. Tony and Ducky helped him stand up. He looked around at the scene. Before Sadie had called his name, he had been inspecting the SUV. He hadn't concluded much thought, except that she had crashed. Now he looked with new eyes.

The SUV had concaved in the back end, almost as if someone had rammed into them. The SUV had crashed into a light pole. There was a kids blanket hanging from one of the side doors. He could almost imagine a scream from the kids. He turned away. He didn't need to fall into that dark hole.

"DiNozzo!"

"Yeah Boss?" Tony said as he stood next to Gibbs.

"Take over the scene. Call Ziva and Tim. This is our case now," Gibbs ordered.

Tony nodded and went off to make his calls. Gibbs turned to Ducky.

"Ducky," Gibbs said. "Come back with me and we can take care of Sadie."

"Of course," Ducky nodded and followed Gibbs back to their car. Ducky helped Gibbs get into the backseat with Sadie still in his arms. As Ducky took over the driving, Gibbs looked down at her.

It had been ten long years since he had seen her. Really seen her. There had been a few times throughout the years that he had glanced at her whenever she had come to visit him or for cases. She had been so young when they first began working together. Only in her early twenties. Gibbs knew he preferred red heads, but something about this brunette one caught his attention. Their romance had been short but such a whirlwind. Looking back, he realized he regretted how he left things between them. But he wondered why she never told him.

Gibbs attention was pulled when the car stopped. He looked around and realized they were back at the agency. Ducky pulled open the door and helped him out with Sadie. Together they found their way to Ducky's autopsy room. When they entered, Ducky immediately went to get his supplies while Gibbs gently set her on the table. He pulled off his jacket and rolled it up. Setting it under her head to give her some cushion, Ducky came back and got to work. Gibbs stood back to allow him to do his work.

It took Ducky an hour to stitch Sadie up and ensure that she had no other injury. Gibbs covered her with a blanket as Ducky spoke.

"She's lucky she only got a cut. It could've been much worse. You'll need to keep an eye on her for the concussion," Ducky said.

Gibbs nodded as he grabbed Ducky's rolling chair and set it beside the table, by Sadie's head. Ducky watched him. He could tell Gibbs needed to be alone.

"Why don't I get you some coffee?" Ducky said. "I could use one."

Gibbs looked at him, "Thanks Ducky."

Ducky replied, "Of course." He left the room.

Gibbs stayed silent with his thoughts for the next hour. His coffee barely half full when Sadie finally woke up. At first, it was just noises. The kind of noises someone makes when they are soon to wake up. Gibbs expected her to just…wake up. He didn't expect her to be woken up as if the world was on fire.

The yell that tore from her throat startled him so bad that his coffee nearly went flying from his hand. The dark liquid splashed onto the white tile as he stood up. His chair flew out from under him. He grabbed onto Sadie as she jerked herself into a sitting position. She was confused as to why she was on a metal table with a blanket over her. She kicked the blanket off and got ready to scramble off the table. But hands on her arms stopped her. She looked.

"Jethro?"

Gibbs sighed in relief. He didn't think he could take fighting her.

"Sadie," Gibbs said. "You're okay."

"Wha…" Sadie almost couldn't speak. Gibbs was standing in front of her. Touching her. "How…?"

Sadie looked around. She recognized the place.

"Why am I in Ducky's autopsy room?" She looked at him. "Please don't tell me I'm dead."

Gibbs laughed. He hadn't expected that. He had forgotten her strange sense of humor.

"No, Ducky and I brought you here to get fixed up. Ducky said you wouldn't let the medic touch you," he explained.

She had missed that laugh. She shook that away. "I don't let anyone touch me." Gibbs started to take his hands off her. She continued, "Not anyone with a medical degree."

He raised an eyebrow. That was different. "Okay." He put his hands back on her. He started rubbing her arms.

Sadie didn't notice Gibbs' motions. "What happened?"

Gibbs shrugged, "Right now, all I know is that you were in an accident. I've got my team looking into it."

"An accident? I don't get into accidents Gibbs," Sadie said. "Especially not with my…"

She cut herself off and looked away. Gibbs pulled his arms away and crossed them.

"Not with your kids?"

She looked sharply at him. Then tears welled up. "You know?"

He nodded.

The tears then bubbled over. She covered her mouth as she sobbed. Gibbs wrapped his arms around her. She set her forehead on his shoulders.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

She sniffled as she pulled back, his arms still around her. Their faces barely a foot apart.

"I tried. I tried so hard in the last ten years to tell you," Sadie said. "But every time I saw you…I saw your face. I saw you telling me to leave."

She wiped her face, clearing the tears. "But when you looked at me, it was like you had this look of distain or something. Like I had been so terrible, and you hated me. I couldn't tell you."

Gibbs sighed, "I don't hate you. I never have."

Sadie looked down, "I'm sorry."

"I know," Gibbs said. He tucked a finger under her chin and lifted so she'd see him. "I'm sorry too."

He leaned forwards so their foreheads touched. Something they had done a long time ago. A moment passed then he pulled back. He caressed her cheek, rubbing away the tears.

"It's late, and I know you need rest. Why don't I take you to my place so you can do that?"

Sadie shook her head before Gibbs had the chance to finish.

"I can't. The kids…I can't rest without knowing the twins are safe and back in my arms. Please Gibbs, don't make me do that," Sadie pleaded.

"My team's already working on it," Gibbs said.

"Please."

Gibbs looked at her then nodded, "Okay. But you have to listen to me. If I tell you to step back or to rest, you do it. You've got a concussion and I can't have you passing out."

Sadie nodded, "I promise."

Gibbs sighed, "Come on, let me introduce you to them."

He helped her off the table and once his arm was around her, they moved to the elevator. They got in and he pushed a button. He turned his head to look at her.

"Twins?"