When the President Calls

Chapter 18

Sunday April 8th, 2012
Alexandria, Virginia
The Morrison House

They had chosen The Morrison House to get married at. It was a small hotel in the heart of old town Alexandria, Virginia. It had the romance of Europe and the charm of early America being elegantly decorated with authentic Federal period reproductions. The ceremony was being held in the Louis XVI room, which would later be transformed for them to have dinner, while the bride and groom were having pictures taken throughout the hotel and its grounds.

Jen and Jethro had gotten their wish and only a very select few were in attendance and those that were, were the only ones even knowing about the engagement, let alone the wedding. The only people in attendance other than Jen and Jethro were Father Hannigan, the priest that was to marry them, Sara, Jen’s matron of honor, Tobias Fornell, Jethro’s best man, Jen’s parents Pat and Kevin and long time friends Alicia and Thomas and Ducky. The children were also in attendance of course, being looked after by their grandparents.

Jethro was standing at the front of the room with Father Hannigan and Tobias. He was dressed in his dress blue uniform and Tobias was in a simple tuxedo. They were waiting for Jen and Sara to make their way into the room, Jethro turning to the door when he heard the music start, indicating the girls were about to enter.

Sara was the first to enter. She was wearing a satin sleeveless ball gown in Victorian lilac that came down to her ankles that had a round embroidered neckline. She wore a simple amethyst solitaire on a silver chain around her neck and a pair of amethyst studs in her ears. Her hair was half up and half down, a silver and purple rose tucked into the base of the bun as curls fell down her back below it. In her hands was a small bouquet made up of silver and purple roses.

As soon as Sara reached the front, Jen appeared at the door. She had never looked so beautiful to Jethro. She was wearing a strapless satin a-line dress that had a cuff neckline and a skirt that trailed out approximately eight to ten inches behind her. Around her waist was a pleated sash in Victorian lilac that trailed about an inch or two out behind the base of her skirt. Around her neck she wore her mother’s pearl choker and she had her mother’s matching earrings in as well. Her hair was pulled up into a French twist that had a few curls trailing out the top of it, hanging down over silver and purple roses, a waist length veil trailing out from under them. She too carried a lilac and silver rose bouquet, slightly bigger than the one that Sara was carrying.

“Friends and loved ones, join with me in the celebration of the union between Jennifer and Jethro as their lives’ paths now merge to become a singular road paved with love,” Father Hannigan began once Jen was standing next to Jethro. “What is your name?”

“Leroy Jethro Gibbs.”

“Jennifer Jacqueline Garrison.”

“And what is your desire?” asked Father Hannigan.

“To join with she whom I love,” Jethro answered.

“To join with he whom I love,” Jen answered.

“Jethro, will you have this woman to be your partner, to live together in marriage? Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her in sickness and in health, for as long as love may last?” questioned Father Hannigan

“I will,” replied Jethro with a smile.

“Jennifer, will you have this man to be your partner, to live together in marriage? Will you love him, comfort him, honor and keep him in sickness and in health, for as long as love may last?”

“I will,” replied Jen, returning Jethro’s smile.

“Jethro and Jennifer, you stand before me, God, and this company, having desired the bond of marriage. Do you do this of your own free will, coming here today without coercion or pressure from other persons?” asked Father Hannigan.

“I do,” replied Jethro.

“I do,” replied Jen.

“Jethro, will you seek to do Jennifer harm?”

“I will not.”

“And if harm is done, will you seek to repair it?”

“I will.”

“Will you seek to be honest with Jennifer in all things?”

“I will.”

“Will you support Jennifer in times of distress?”

“I will.”

“Will you temper your words and actions with love?”

“I will.”

“These things you have promised to your partner, before this company and God. May you ever be mindful and strive to keep the vows you have spoken,” Father Hannigan said before turning his attention to Jen. “Will you seek to do Jethro harm?”

“I will not.”

“And if harm is done, will you seek to repair it?”

“I will.”

“Will you seek to be honest with Jethro in all things?”

“I will.”

“Will you support Jethro in times of distress?”

“I will.”

“Will you temper your words and actions with love?”

“I will.”

“These things you have promised to your partner, before this company and God. May you ever be mindful and strive to keep the vows you have spoken,” Father Hannigan said before turning his attention to the two standing before him. “I have spoken, ‘for as long as love shall last’ rather than ‘until death do you part’ in the face of the reality that situations and people change. However, this does not mean rending your partnership at the first sign of trouble or disagreement, for you know that in relationships come difficult times. It is your responsibility within this partnership to strive for acceptable solutions, to work toward healing the hurts that will occur, and only after having exhausted all other avenues of possibility and not reaching a solution should such a bond be broken. The Latin phrase “Vitam impendere vero” means to consecrate one’s life to truth, and so should truth be the meat of all your dealings within your marriage. Honesty, trust, communication, effort, understanding...all these are the building blocks of a firm marriage, and your solemn responsibility to one another. At this moment you stand at the gateway between your old life and your new. If you, for whatever reason, feel unable to step through that portal at this time, speak now.”

When neither Jen nor Jethro said anything, Father Hannigan turned his attention to those gathered. “Will all of you, present here and witnessing these vows, assist and support these two people in their union?”

“I will,” came the collective response.

“As these two people are joined, so are your families united through them. It has been their decision to bind themselves by marriage, and their lives will be blessed and enriched by the support you give. Will you encourage and bless Jethro and Jennifer in their union? Will you celebrate their marriage, standing beside them in rough times, yet not standing between them?” he asked.

“I will,” came the collective response once more.

“So Shall It Be.

“You are friends and relatives of this couple, and thus you are an important part of their lives. Their interactions with you are colored by your actions and words. You have a responsibility to one another and to this couple to be supportive, understanding, and honest, and on this day of their marriage do I charge you to temper all of your dealings with love. So Shall It Be,” blessed Father Hannigan. “It is now time for Jethro and Jennifer to exchange their vows. They have chosen to write their own, neither knowing what the other is to say.”

“It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart without saying a word. You can light up the dark and try as I may I can never explain what I hear when you don't say a thing. The smile on your face lets me know that you need me. There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me. The touch of your hand says you'll catch me wherever I fall. You say it best when you say nothing at all. All day long I can hear people talking out loud but when you hold me near you drown out the crowd. Try as they may they can never defy what's being said between your heart and mine. The smile on your face lets me know that you need me. There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me. The touch of your hand says you'll catch me wherever I fall. You say it best when you say nothing at all,” Jethro said as he gently placed his hand on Jen’s face and slowly lifted her gaze to meet his, only to find tears falling silently down her face.

“I don’t know what to say,” Jen said, a quiet laugh escaping as she wiped away a tear at the same time Jethro wiped one on the other side of her face. “I had the words in my head not a moment ago but then you started to speak and everything I wanted to say I found being said. Jethro, you came into my life at a time when I thought I had lost everything, never to find myself again amongst the pain and confusion that was consuming me but somehow you managed to find a heart I thought never to find again. It’s because of you I’ve become the woman I am today and not a merely a shadow of the woman I was. I found myself the first time you held me in your arms and I know that if I should ever lose myself again I need merely look to you to find my way home.”

“May I have the rings please?” Father Hannigan asked, as Sara and Tobias each pulled out a ring and handed it to him. “I consecrate these rings with the element of Air, the breath of life. I consecrate these rings with the element of Fire for the warmth of love. I consecrate these rings with the element of Water to wash them clean. I consecrate these rings with the element of Earth for solidity and stability. By the exchange of these tokens of your love for one another, so are your lives interlaced. What one experiences, so shall the other; as honesty and love build, so will your bond strengthen and grow. The Circle is a perfect figure, without beginning, without end, with no area of weakness. It is a symbol of the Cycle of Life, of birth, death, and rebirth. This shall serve as a physical reminder of your vow, and that all things begin and end and begin again, as the Gods so decree. These rings shall serve to remind you that life goes on, that these moments pass. When you are engulfed in anger or in sadness, look to your hand, and remember that the Wheel turns forever onward, and it is love that turns the Wheel.”

Jethro took the ring Father Hannigan handed him and turned back to Jen. “This ring I give to you is a symbol of our love, and of the promises I have spoken to you on this day,” he said slipping the ring onto her finger.

“I shall wear this ring as a symbol of our love, being always mindful of the vows we have spoken on this day,” Jen said before turning and taking the ring Father Hannigan held out to her. “This ring I give to you is a symbol of our love, and of the promises I have spoken to you on this day,” she said slipping the ring onto his finger.

“I shall wear this ring as a symbol of our love, being always mindful of the vows we have spoken on this day,” Jethro replied.

“Onto each other’s hand you now place a ring, the circlet symbolizing the wheel of life that turns ever onward. There is a lesson in both the hand and the wedding ring. The ring is worn on the fourth finger; in numerology, the number 4 stands for steadiness and endurance. The circle itself is all-encompassing and inclusive. Your hand opens to receive and to give, clenches in frustration and anger, holds and soothes in times of sadness, and clutches in fear. With this hand are cities and sand castles made, music played and poetry written; into these hands is life given, and from these hands is it taken. All the actions of your hand move in sympathetic rhythm with the wheel of life and with your destiny. Pleasure, pain, creation, destruction, giving and receiving are all within the power of your hand. As the ring symbolizes the cycle, so does the hand symbolize the power of actualization and creation. Let this ring remind you of the many turns of the Wheel through which you and your love shall pass, and may everything that is touched by your hand be touched also by love. So Shall It Be,” Father Hannigan said. “As you exchange your rings, the outward symbol of your commitment to one another, be reminded also of the Rede. That which you do affects the other. I charge you to be ever mindful of your actions and motives. May the Winds of communication blow ever between you; may the Fires of love sustain you; may the Waters of life heal and soothe you; and may the strength of the Earth bind and steady you throughout your time together. Lord, in Your sight have these people promised themselves to one another, made vows before You and these people. Bless them in their new life together.”

“As the Air you breathe brings you life, may you always speak truthfully to one another. For truly does each falsehood act as a little death. As the Fire of love burns within you, may you always find a spark even in your anger. For without Love, we are but weak shadows upon the stones. As the Waters of life flow within your bodies, may your personal tides move in unison, and your emotions flow. For Water contains life, sustains life, and without it we are but dry husks. As the Earth grounds and steadies you, may you always remain strong for one another. For strength adds to strength and builds upon itself. All this do I charge you, for as long as Love shall last. May God bless this union. May all who encounter it be blessed with love. May your lives be full and your hurts be few. So Shall It Be. By the grace of the Lord has your love, through His love, brought you together upon this day. May God sustain and strengthen your bond, bless you and keep you, for as long as love shall last. By the Winds that bring change, by the Fire of love, by the Seas of fortune and the strength of the Earth do I bless this union.”

“You have witnessed the promises made by Jethro and Jennifer one to another, and the exchange of the symbols of their union. They are now connected to experience together whatever life may bring them,” Father Hannigan said to everyone gathered before turning back to the couple in front of him. “You have made your vows, one to the other, before God and this company, and exchanged tokens of your love. By the power of your love, I do pronounce you Husband and Wife. I am happy to present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Jethro and Jennifer Gibbs. You may kiss your bride,” he finished as Jethro leaned in and kissed Jen.

"About time," Tobias remarked before Sara stepped around the newlyweds to smack the back of his head.

“You’re just jealous Tobias,” Jethro said as he pulled away from Jen. “And for your information, you are not getting this one.”

Tobias laughed outright, "Jethro, I'm a stubborn old man, but I'm not stupid."

"Alright, alright, enough of this male taunting," Pat announced. "I want to give my new son-in-law a hug."

Once Pat released Jethro, he led Jen out of the room, Sara and Tobias following them out onto the grounds for photos. After a couple hours and innumerable photos, everyone gathered to enjoy the wedding dinner. Since the group was so small, Jen and Jethro decided to forego with the traditional wedding reception and opted for a nice quiet dinner, everyone sitting around one large table.

“Is it just me or does our daughter look like she’s debating with herself over something?” Kevin asked Pat quietly as the entrée plates were cleared away, causing her to look across the table at Jen who was biting her lip and fidgeting with something in her hands.

“I just hope whatever it is doesn’t send her into one of her attacks,” commented Pat in concern.

“Jen, are you alright?” Ducky asked, getting Jethro and Tobias’ attention.

“Jennifer, what is it?” Jethro asked in concern.

“Here,” Jen said handing him an envelope.

“What is it?” he asked curiously.

“Just open it,” Jen said nervously.

“Jennifer, I…”

“You don’t like it, do you? You don’t want to do it, do you? I just thought that…I don’t know what I thought. It’s just you’re such a big part of their lives Jeth and well, they already think of you that way, I just thought that maybe…”

“Jennifer,” Jethro tried interrupting, not liking the panic he could hear starting to enter Jen’s voice as her breathing quickened.

“…Maybe you felt the same way about them and I’ve made a huge mistake, haven’t I…”

“Jennifer,” he said taking her head in his hands. “Look at me,” he instructed. “Thank you,” he said after she had finally lifted her gaze to his, before leaning in and kissing her. “Anyone got a pen?” he asked as he pulled away from Jen slightly.

Kevin quickly got up and made his way over to the side table where the guest book had been laid out and picked up the pen that was sitting on top of the book and walked back over to the table, around to where Jethro and Jen were sitting, and handed him the pen before returning to his seat.

“Did you get a look at what he’s signing?” Pat whispered when Kevin sat back down.

“Not really,” Kevin admitted.

The minute Jethro had the pen in his hand he quickly signed his name to the pages in front of him before turning back to Jen and kissing her again. “Now, it’s my turn,” he said pulling back once more. “Ducky, if you don’t mind?” he said as he held out his hand towards the other man, taking the envelope Ducky passed him and turning back to Jen. “Open it,” he instructed as he handed the envelope to Jen.

Jen did as he asked and opened the envelope, pulling out the papers in front of her. “Jeth, how…” she trailed off in disbelief.

“I sold my house. I figured Gina here would kill me if I tried to move you away from Lockbury Court so I sold my house and knowing how much you love it there, I figured this was a good investment,” he explained.

“I love you,” Jen said throwing her arms around him. “Thank you so much.”

"Okay, not that I'm not curious about what these big amazing gifts are..." Sara teased. "But if you sold your house...what the heck happened to the boat? And you do realize there is no room in the basement for it..."

“I don’t think I want to know,” Jen laughed.

"Same here..." Kevin chuckled.

“The boat is fine,” Jethro laughed. “Can we forget about the boat?”

"Of course," Sara smirked. "Now, what did you get my sister that has her so happy?"

“Oh, just membership in the Disney Vacation Club,” Jen beamed. “We know have access to a Villa at the Wilderness Lodge anytime we want.”

"Jethro...I love you," Sara grinned. "You may never see your wife again when we get back from Europe..."

“You can’t kidnap her forever since she’s going to have to help me raise those two little ones over there,” Jethro countered.

"I'm home schooling three, who's to say I can't home school two more...especially with her help. You can just work and support them from afar and visit occasionally," Sara shot back with a wink.

“Hey! My kids just got a dad, I’m not about to deny them their quality time together,” argued Jen.

"Oh my God, this is the real thing..." Alicia held her hand over her heart in mock surprise. "She's picked something over Disney..."

“What?” demanded Jen with a smile. “He didn’t have to say yes or sign the adoption papers.”

“He signed adoption papers!” Sara shrieked lightly. “Rick owes me a trip to Disneyland...”

“Wait, why does Rick owe you a trip to Disneyland?” asked Jen in confusion.

“That’s a good question,” agreed Jethro.

"I don't know exactly," Sara shrugged. "Something about a conversation with you at the Magic Kingdom..."

“Ah,” Jethro said remembering the conversation.

“What?” asked Jen in confusion.

“It’s not important,” he said leaning in and kissing her.

"Anyway, we have other gifts to be given..." Sara chuckled.

“Gifts?” Jen asked with a smile.

“Mm hmm,” Sara smirked. “So should we eat then do gifts? Or do gifts, finish eating, and thus end up staying around longer and intruding on your time alone...”

“Dessert first,” Jethro laughed before Jen could answer knowing what her answer would be and wanting to get her alone as soon as possible.

"Saw that coming," Alicia giggled. "Bring on dessert then..."

Not long after the two waiters that were serving the wedding dinner entered and started passing out the pieces of wedding cake that Jen and Jethro had cut before sitting down to dinner.

“Since desserts are done does that mean we get to open presents now?” asked Jen eagerly once everyone, save the kids were done eating.

"Yes, oh impatient one," Pat teased before the first of the gifts was presented to the couple.

Jen pulled the card off the top of the gift and read it quickly before handing it over to Jethro, who read through it as Jen ripped the paper open, revealing a beautiful scrapbook that chronicled their time together. It contained pictures from when Jethro first joined their circle of friends up to and including more recent photos like the family photo they had taken in front of Cinderella’s Castle at Disney World on their most recent trip. The scrapbook was a gift from Alicia and Thomas, who told them that everyone was involved in putting it together, even the children, the twins especially, making it all that much more special.

The next gift they opened came from Pat and Kevin. It was a decorative plate that had Mickey and Minnie dressed as a bride and groom on it with a banner across the bottom stating that ‘They lived happily ever after’. The plate was mounted in a shadow box that had a brass plate on the bottom of the lid that had their names and their wedding date engraved on it.

The next gift turned out to be a combined gift from Tobias and Ducky together. They were confused about what exactly the gift was at first since when they opened the envelope two pieces of paper fell out of the card. Jen picked them up off the table and turned them over to discover she had two vouchers to a travel agency. Turns out Ducky and Tobias had decided to go in together to help pay for their honeymoon, knowing that it was hard for the two of them to get time off together at short notice, the vouchers were good for redemption at any time over the next year and could be used to pay for airfare or hotel accommodations at the destination of their choosing.

"Aunt Jen, we have a gift for you and Uncle Jeth," Jackie spoke up when she, Shanti, and Johnny stood next to the two.

“You do?” asked Jen in surprise.

"Yes," the chorused before Shanti continued. "You're suppose to have them pointing towards your heart on your left hand."

"But Momma said your rings work the same so the right hand's okay," Johnny added before Jackie handed them a small box.

Jen carefully opened the package Jackie had handed her and revealed two silver Claddaugh rings, one definitely female and the other male seeing as one was slightly bigger than the other. “They’re beautiful you guys, thank you,” she said as she slipped her ring on her right hand and slipped Jethro’s on his right hand.

"Your welcome," they grinned, happily making their way back to their chairs.

“Now, I’ll make you a deal,” Sara smirked once they were seated, “You can’t have your gifts from me unless you swear that you will never go to the website and find out even an inkling of what my gift is worth…”

Jen and Jethro shared a confused look before turning back to Sara. “Sis, anything you give us is priceless anyway so you don’t need to worry about it.”

Sara smiled, before she and Kevin walked over to pick up two boxes tucked in the corner of the room, each very carefully bringing them over and setting them in front of the couple. There was a note on the top of the first, directing them to carefully untie each of the silver bows at the four corners of the box, and then pull gently. Glancing at each other Jen shrugged before working at the ribbons on one side, Jethro the ribbons on the other. Once the ribbons were removed, the four sides of the box fell to reveal the gift inside. They found a beautiful white china plate setting with delicate silver ‘ribbons’ decorating them. Resting neatly within the bowl on top was a lace napkin with a crystal napkin ring and to the left of the setting was a silver fork, matching knife and spoon to the right.


“Shh, open the other one,” Sara instructed with a smile. Jethro quickly did so, before reaching inside to pull out first a crystal glass, passing it to Jen he pulled out a length of lace that matched the napkin, folded and tied with a silver ribbon. Lastly he found an envelope with a few pictures, showing other pieces of crystal that matched the glass and napkin ring, numerous types of glasses, vases, bowls and dishes, even a picture frame…

“Gina…I don’t know what to say other than thank you and where in the world did you find this?” Jen said.

"Ireland," Sara chuckled. "Waterford is the maker of the china, flatware and crystal, and I found this amazing little small town store that made such beautiful Irish lace...I couldn't pass it up."

“Thank you,” Jen said again as she leant over and hugged Sara. “It’s beautiful.”

"Your welcome," Sara smiled. "And your daughter looks ready to drop," she added quietly, nodding towards Ginny.

"We should start going, let you two have at least some time together tonight," Pat spoke up with a smile.

“Thanks Mom,” Jen laughed as Jethro helped her up from her chair as everyone else rose from their spots and started making their way out into the lobby.

While hunting for her keys, Sara felt her phone vibrate against her wrist and, rolling her eyes, pulled it out of her purse. "Hello?" she asked, moving off to the side for a moment, reluctantly she headed back towards the newlyweds. “It’s Abby,” she said holding the phone out towards Jen and Jethro, who were standing together seeing everyone off.

“Oh God, something hasn’t happened to Jed has it?” asked Jen worriedly.

“Breathe Sis…as far as I know he’s fine,” Sara assured her. “Its work related I’m afraid…”

“You’re kidding, right?” Jen asked Sara, who shook her head as Jethro took the phone Sara was holding out to him and stepped away. “This is not happening. This can’t happen. Not today of all days…”

“I’m afraid it is Jennifer,” Jethro said pulling her into his arms. “We have to go in. Ducky you might want to come along as well. I’m sure they’ve been trying to reach you as well.”

“Of course Jethro,” Ducky said with a nod.

“We’ll call you if we need you Gina,” Jethro said as Jen slowly pulled away and they made their way from the hotel lobby out towards Jethro and Ducky’s cars, Jen’s arms wrapped protectively around her middle, Jethro’s arm around her shoulders comfortingly, while Ducky walked on Jen’s other side.

"She's going to need a change of clothes," Pat sighed.

"I'll run one up to her," Sara agreed. "Well, we never do things without some sort of excitement in this family..."

"It would be boring otherwise," Kevin chuckled.

The trip from Alexandria to NCIS Headquarters passed in silence, the only noise to be heard was Jen’s quiet sniffles as she gazed out the passenger side window at the passing scenery, using Jethro’s handkerchief, which he had given her shortly after they had climbed into the car, to wipe her eyes with one hand as Jethro held tightly to her other hand, giving her his unspoken comfort and support.

“It’s about time,” Abby griped a while later from her place at the window near the pen when she saw two familiar cars pull into the parking lot. Two cars that she knew belonged to Jethro and Ducky. “Oh no,” she groaned when she saw Ducky climb out of his car and she caught sight of the way he was dressed. “Oh, I am so dead,” she groused as she watched Jethro climb out of his car, not missing the fact that he appeared to be wearing his dress blue uniform, and make his way around to the passenger side of his car where Ducky was standing holding the door open. “Oh shit,” she cursed when she caught sight of a white gown as Jethro helped Jen from the car. “Uh, if anybody needs me, I’ll be hiding out in my lab,” she said as she made a beeline away from the windows.

“Abby is everything alright?” Ziva asked as Abby sped past.

“Everything’s fine. Why wouldn’t everything be fine? I just…I now know why no one could reach Jen, Gibbs or Ducky all afternoon and why Gina was so reluctant to put Jen or Gibbs on the phone when I called,” Abby replied as she spun to face Ziva, who was staring at her with one eyebrow raised.

“Abby, what are you going on about? And why couldn’t we reach them?” Tim asked in confusion.

“Uh…you’ll see. Bye,” Abby said and took off. She wanted to be as far away from Jethro Gibbs as possible when he finally made his way into the building.

“I best make my way to the morgue, before Mr. Palmer does something he shouldn’t,” Ducky said before leaning in and kissing Jen on the cheek. “You make a most beautiful bride, my Dear. I am honored you allowed me to be a part of your special day,” he said giving Jen’s hand a squeeze.

“Thank you, Ducky,” Jen said; a hint of her earlier tears still evident in her voice.


“Ducky,” Jethro replied as Ducky turned and made his way over to the side entrance closest to the morgue. “We best get inside,” he said turning back to Jen.

“No,” Jen said, her gaze on the ground in front of her.

“Jennifer,” Jethro began, putting his hands on her shoulders.

No Jethro,” Jen said as she raised tear filled eyes to meet his. “It’s not fair.”

“I know it’s not fair, Jennifer,” he said as he removed his uniform coat and wrapped it around Jen’s shoulders, having felt her trembling under his touch. “We have no choice…”

“Yes Jethro, we do. We can get back in the car and go back to The Morrison House. This is our wedding night Jethro. Yes, we’ve been together for a while now but it doesn’t change the fact that this day…this night is supposed to be about us.”

“I know Jennifer, I know,” Jethro sighed as he wiped away Jen’s tears and pulled her close. “I’m going to do everything in my power to make this up to you.”

“You promise?”

“I swear it to you, Jennifer,” he said as he rubbed her back comfortingly before stepping back slightly and lifting Jen’s gaze to his. “I will make this up to you but we best get in there and find out what the big emergency is that has them tracking us down when they know we were not to be disturbed for any reason so that we can get out of here and get focused on what this day is supposed to be about,” he said kissing her forehead.

When Jen nodded, Jethro put his arm around her shoulders once more and led her into the main entrance of NCIS Headquarters, turning the heads of everyone they passed as they made their way to the elevators.

“Oh hell,” Ziva cursed a few minutes later, when she caught sight of Jen and Jethro as they stepped off the elevator and getting a very good idea about why Abby was hiding down in her lab.

“What…” Tony trailed off as Jethro led Jen by them and over to his desk, sitting her down.

“Wait here, this won’t take long,” Jethro said, wiping away another one of Jen’s tears before turning around to face the others. “Where is she?”


“The Director, McGee, where is she?” Jethro snapped in annoyance.

“She’s in MTAC, Gibbs,” Ziva answered as Jethro took off up the stairs.

Tony, Ziva and Tim were at a loss of what to do or even what to say as they watched Jen simply put her head down on her arms, which were folded on top of Jethro’s desk.

“I’m looking for Agent Gibbs?” an unknown voice asked a short while later, causing Tony to turn around and take in the stranger now standing before him.

“Which one?” asked Tony curiously, still trying to get his head around the fact that Jen was sitting at Jethro’s desk in what could only be a wedding dress if the length of it and the veil in her hair were anything to go by.

“Excuse me?”

“Do you want Mr. or Mrs.?” asked Tony in clarification but seeing the look of confusion on the stranger’s face he pointed him towards Jethro’s desk. “One of them is sitting over there with her head down,” he said.

“Thanks,” the stranger said as he turned and made his way over to where Jen was sitting, crouching down next to her. “Jen?”

“Rick?” Jen asked in confusion as she lifted her head and turned in the direction of the voice.

“Hey Girl,” Warrick replied. “I guess congratulations are in order.”

“Oh Rick,” Jen said collapsing into his arms.

“Please tell me you at least got through the ceremony before being dragged in here,” he asked in concern.

“Thankfully,” Jen said with a small smile as she pulled back and wiped her eyes once more. “What are you doing here?”

“Vegas CSI got a call from your Director. Turns out your serial rapist slash murderer may have left a string of victims behind in Vegas,” Warrick explained. “Since I have connections here, they thought it best to send me.”

“I should let Jethro and the Director know you’re here,” Jen said as she stood up, taking off Jethro’s coat in the process and revealing her dress.

“You look beautiful, Jen,” Warrick said as she stepped past him.

“Thank you,” she replied as she made her way towards the stairs.


“Yes Tim?” she asked stopping at the base of the stairs and turning to face him.

“Congratulations,” he said. “You really are beautiful.”

“Thanks Tim,” Jen said as she kissed him on the cheek before turning and making her way upstairs towards MTAC.


“What the hell is so important you felt it necessary to call us in when you know for a fact that Jen and I requested to have this weekend to ourselves and not be disturbed?” Jethro demanded as he stormed into MTAC where the Director was waiting for him.

“We may have a possible lead on our suspect,” the Director said as she gave Jethro the once over. “No need to get dressed up on my occasion, Jethro.”

“It’s not for you,” he snapped. “You may have a possible lead? Nothing concrete?”

“No, nothing concrete but another body showed up that fits his M.O. that may be tied to him, plus he may be tied to a string of murders in another state. We won’t know for sure until that state’s investigator gets here, which should be any minute now.”

“You may have another victim for our serial who may be tied to crimes in another state and yet you don’t know for sure if there is any kind of connection between this new victim, our serial and this other state? You pulled Jennifer and I away from our wedding for this?”

“Wait…your wedding?” asked the Director incredulously. “You actually married her Jethro? Why?”

“That is none of your business,” he snapped in response.

“Oh, I definitely think it is my business, Jethro,” the Director said as she rose from her seat and walked over to where he was pacing, stopping him mid-step. “You know what we were to each other, what we had, what we could have again if only you’d let us,” she said wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning in close. “We were good together Jethro. I can give you so much more than she ever could,” she said finally closing the distance between them and kissing him.

The minute the Director’s lips touched his, Jethro felt completely disgusted and grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her away. It wasn’t until he heard a sob come from the door that he realized Jen had seen more than she should have. “Jennifer wait,” he cried as he shoved past the Director and chased after Jen who was making her way downstairs as quickly as she could. “Jennifer, listen to me, it’s not what it looked like,” he said as he finally managed to grab a hold of Jen and spin her around to face him once they were in the pen.

“Not what it looked like? Jethro I saw you kissing her,” Jen cried as she spun around, braking his hold on her arms, picked a cup up off his desk and hurled it a him, causing him to duck just in time as the cup shattered on the far wall just as the Director was making her way downstairs. “It’s our wedding day Jethro and I find you kissing another woman.”

Seeing the oncoming mess, Warrick grabbed his cell phone and hit speed dial.

“I didn’t kiss her, she kissed me,” Jethro argued.

“Like that’s supposed to make a difference,” Jen cried as a stapler went flying across the room.

“I can’t believe he chose you over me,” the Director sighed dramatically.

“Jennifer don’t,” Jethro said as he stepped in Jen’s way preventing her from going after the Director.

“Don’t touch me you bastard,” Jen sobbed as she broke free of Jethro’s hold on her once more.

"Should someone maybe get Ducky or Abby?" Timothy whispered concerned.

“Tim, Abby went and hid when she saw the way they were dressed,” Ziva pointed out as they took cover as Jethro’s inbox went flying past them. “You really think she’s gonna be able to calm the woman down?”

"Good point..." Timothy agreed.

In the commotion no one heard the elevator open, just before Jen threw Jethro's nameplate towards him, he ducking it and the Director managing to duck it as well, Jen already having turned to toss a pen towards Timothy for speaking, and missing the two ducking. "Jennifer Jacqueline Peters Garrison Gibbs!" suddenly echoed in the room that fell deathly silent after Jen's first name was spoken in a voice raised enough to be heard, but not enough to be classified as yelling. "Did a nameplate just fly at my head?" Sara asked flabbergasted.

Seeing Sara walking towards her, Jen felt all her anger and outrage drain from her, dropping to the floor as it left, her head buried in her hands.

Sending a look at Jethro to stop him, Sara sunk to the ground next to Jen, knowing Jen at this moment would not want Jethro touching her. “Hey, breathe Sis,” she whispered in Jen's ear as she wrapped her arms around Jen. Looking back up at those in the room, she frowned. “Okay, did I hear everything right, you were kissing her on the day you married my sister?”

“I'm so not going to be a witness to murder, or a possible victim...” Tony whispered. “Good luck, I'm taking cover,” he added before ducking under his desk.

“I was not kissing her!” Jethro shouted in frustration. “She launched herself at me when she learned I married Jennifer. It’s not my fault she can’t get it through her head that I’m in love with your sister.”

"Well at least I don’t have to kill my brother-in-law on Easter Sunday..." Sara mused before looking back down at Jen. "Hey you...you really think he'd pick her over you?" she asked softly. "You think we could have gotten that man to ride It’s a Small World half a dozen times if he didn't adore you?"

Jen shook her head, which was still buried in her hands. “I just want to go home, Gina,” she wept quietly. “I don’t want to be here, not tonight.”

"Well, I think they can deal without you for tonight..." Sara agreed softly. "Why don't I have Abbs drive you home, I'll stick around and help them in the lab since I've worked with Rick before...I'm sure no one would object to you having the night you were suppose to have off..." she added glancing up at Jethro and the Director, sending a challenging look towards the woman.

“Come on, Jennifer, let’s get you home,” Jethro said as he wrapped his coat back around Jen’s shoulder’s before helping her to her feet. “When you get something concrete, call me,” he said to Sara. “Until then, I’m taking my wife home,” he said as he carefully picked Jen up.

“I’m sorry,” Jen said quietly as she wrapped her arms around Jethro’s neck.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he said as he carried her over towards the elevator.

"Is it safe to come out?" Tony whispered once the elevator shut and Sara had stood up.

"Grow a spine Tony, I'm not going to kill you," Sara shot back with a smirk before turning to look at the Director. "So, what was the big to do that made my poor sister leave her wedding night for?"

“We may have another body thanks to our serial rapist slash murderer, who may be linked to a number of crimes in Las Vegas,” the Director said. “Rather juvenile behavior on your sister’s part, don’t you think?

"How would you feel if the day you get married you get called into work when you had only requested your regular two days off to begin with?" Sara countered, raising an eyebrow. "And then to see your husband being kissed by some other woman? You're lucky, it were me I wouldn't have missed with any of the things I was throwing."

"Besides the fact you know how to hide a body without leaving any evidence?" Warrick added with a smirk.

“I still can’t believe he actually married that woman,” the Director mumbled.

"Okay," Sara snapped, "I don't work for you; I only assist on special cases so I can say this. You need to grow up! So what if you two didn't work out, you were together years ago. You see me having a fit over the fact my first love married? You see anyone else in this place being a bitch or bastard because their ex married someone? No! Of course not, it's called reality and life; accept it. Besides you're the one who didn't try to work things out when you had the man so, quit taking it out on my sister that you screwed up!" she finished with a huff.

“You should be damn thankful that you don’t work for me Ms. Peters because saying something like that would be the fastest way to get your ass fired. You’re just lucky your sister is such a good agent and that she has friends in high places because I can guarantee you she would be have been out of here a hell of a long time ago,” the Director snapped in irritation, getting in Sara’s face.

"You think my sister or I are afraid of you?" Sara countered with a serene smile. "I used to be the one that stood between the President's daughter and a bullet. I was a CSI at the number two lab in the country, I had numerous offers from the FBI every day from the time I was 23. I was in the military just like you. I've survived explosions and assassination attempts. I grew up with an asshole of a father who killed my twin and would have killed the rest of my family before my mother killed him. If anyone in this place has cause to be a bitch it's sure as hell not you, so back off, go back to your office and let the agents who are actually good at the work, and don't need to take a job behind a desk, to do their jobs," she spoke. "And I wouldn't work for you in the first place. And my sister's and my friends have nothing to do with her employment here Ms. Shephard; she's a damn good agent and got here based on her own record as a Secret Service agent."

“Well then I suggest the agents get back to work and solve this case,” the Director snapped, glaring at Sara before stalking back off upstairs.

“Uh…question?” Tim asked when the Director had finally left.

"Your dad killed your sister?" Tony continued before Ziva reached over and smacked him.

"Thank you Ziva," Sara sighed, "Sorry about going all...well, whatever you want to call that. So let’s see, first yes, Jen and Jethro got married this afternoon, no, they didn't say anything, yes, you were going to find out after the fact etc. I need to be filled in on your serial having a link to Vegas before I go join Abbs in the lab...but first everyone this is Warrick Brown, CSI level three from Vegas, Rick this is Tony DiNozzo, Tim McGee and Ziva David. Rick and I worked together when I was in Vegas, how we know each other...I think that covers everything..." she trailed off with a slight frown.

“Okay,” Tim said. “But that wasn’t my question.”

"Sorry Tim," Sara smiled softly.

“That’s alright Gina,” Tim smiled. “I was just curious…since Gibbs left…well, since they both left, who’s in charge?”

"Oh God," Sara groaned. "I'll call Jeth and ask," she continued quickly as Tony started to nearly hop from foot to foot, realizing he was the agent with the longest time.

While she quickly moved away, Warrick turned his attention to the three, "Nice to meet you."

“Nice to meet you too,” Tim said holding his hand out for Warrick to shake it. “Timothy McGee.”

"Ziva," she smiled shaking his hand, "And Mr. Giddy over there is Tony obviously. You'd think he won the Elmo..."

"Oscar, Ziva, I think you mean Oscar," Tony rolled his eyes.

"What's the difference; they're both annoying little puppets..."

"That could be a pretty good award for you Tony," Sara smirked when she joined them. "And I have good news and bad news..."

“What’s the good news?” asked Tim.

"Tony's not in charge...though that's also the bad news, at least for him," Sara chuckled as Tony's face fell.

“Bad news?” asked Tim.

Shaking her head Sara giggled. "That was the bad news Tim, in Tony's mind. Gibbs put me in charge, just don't tell madam P.O.ed that...as far as she's to know, you're in charge Ziva..."

“So, which way is this lab of yours?” asked Warrick. “I’m supposed to drop this stuff off as soon as possible.”

Sara gave him directions, having to stay and get the details from the three before she planned to join them in the lab and hear from Abbs. A few minutes later Warrick was entering the lab and spotted Abby in her office. "Hello," he called.

Abby turned to look at him before glancing around to make sure no one else was with him. "Who are you?" she asked with a frown when she was assured there was no one else...like Jen or Gibbs.

“Warrick Brown, CSI level 3 out of Vegas,” he said holding his hand out. “I’m here about a possible link between our two cases.”

Abby gave a snort of dislike before shaking his hand. "Abby Sciuto, I don't like people in my lab, just warning you...I don't work good with others."

“Sounds a bit like Gina when she's on certain cases," he countered as he set the items on the counter.

"Wait, you’re from Vegas?" Abby asked before grinning. "You worked with Gina before she came East..."

“I did,” he admitted.

"I think I could handle working with you," Abby smirked as she rubbed her hands together. "So many questions, so little time..."

“Well, why don’t we start with, are we dealing with the same suspect?” he asked handing her the evidence he had brought with him.

"Fair enough..." Abby shrugged before turning to process it. "So, what was she like back in Vegas?"

“Nothing like she is now,” Warrick admitted. “She was a part of the team but for some reason always seemed to be on the outside looking in, granted, I think that was our fault more than hers since we never really took the time to truly get to know her. It wasn’t until just before she up and left that she really started to pull away.”

"The creep who hurt her?" Abby asked softly. It was never talked about, but they all knew that something happened in Vegas that drove her away, and their best theory was that it was a guy.

“I wouldn’t exactly call him a creep, Ms. Sciuto,” Warrick countered. “Let’s just say he was blind to what was right in front of him.”

"He had to be," Abby agreed. "But at the same time, she and John were meant for each other..." she smiled in memory. "You get a chance, you should see some of the videos we have floating around the group...Gina's happy now, but since losing John and Mike, and then Mikey...she doesn't sing as much any more...she's always the strong one nowadays...back then she could let John be strong."

“She’s always been the strong one,” Warrick admitted. “Especially when it comes to family.”

"Hmm," Abby agreed, focusing on her work.

"Tell me World War 3 hasn't come down here as well," Sara's voice drew their attention as the door opened and she walked in. "Evening Abbs, love the timing. I'd avoid my sister and Jeth for the next few days, if I were you," she added with a wink before leaning against the desk on the other side of Warrick.

“Please tell me he’s got her calmed down and their marriage isn’t off to the rocky start it appeared to be down there?” Warrick asked.

"Rocky start?" Abby asked looking up from the computer. "What did I miss?"

"World War 3 happened," Sara sighed, "Shephard opened mouth and inserted foot, Jen was already an emotional wreak over the fact that of all days, they got called in on their wedding day, then she had to deal with Shephard's thing and she went off the deep end for a short while. Jeth's taken her home and I'm in charge," she explained. "And yes Rick, I'm positive that they're going to be fine. She's stressed and this was just the last straw... Jeth will be able to calm her down."

“Good, because if those two don’t make it, I don’t hold out much hope for the institution of marriage. Those two belong with each other, I could see it the first time I ever saw them together,” Rick said.

"Hear Hear," Abby agreed. "About time he found the right one instead of picking the last two wrong ones. Even Ducky agrees, haven't seen him this happy since Shannon and Kelly...course it's explainable that he wouldn't have the greatest relationships after that..."

"Abbs, you're babbling," Sara smirked. "Why don't we get anything you know so far out of the way, then you can continue the ongoing commentary on my sister's second marriage?"

“Jennifer,” Jethro called quietly as he knelt down next to where Jen was dozing in the passenger side car seat.

“Jeth?” she asked quietly.

“We’re home,” he said as he helped her sit up, her seat having been laid all the way back on the trip home. “Let’s get you inside,” he continued as he picked her up and carried her up to the front door, managing to get them through the door, locking it behind him before carrying Jennifer up to their bedroom and setting her gently on her feet once there.

“I’m sorry,” Jen said dropping her gaze to her hands.


“Jeth please, I need you to understand,” she pleaded. “I need you to understand why I reacted the way that I did.”

“Alright,” Jethro agreed.

“Jeth, when I lost Mike I lost a huge part of my heart as well, but a very small piece survived. A piece that I was determined to hide away for the rest of my life because I was afraid that if I lost that little piece of me I had left, I would have nothing left. Somehow you found that little piece I’d locked away. You found me and made me whole again and today when I saw you with the Director, I thought I’d lost everything, lost that last little piece of me that I had left. A piece I’d trusted you with and to see you kiss her…I know in my head that you would never chose her over me but when I saw the two of you together, I thought…I thought I’d finally lost the last part of me and it scared me. It scared me because I don’t think I’d be able to go on living without you. Jeth you pulled me out when I wanted to give up after I was shot. Without you…without you I have no reason to go on…” Jen’s words trailed off as she started crying once more.

“It’s okay, Jennifer, I’m not going anywhere,” Jethro reassured as he pulled Jen into his arms and held her tightly. A few minutes later, he felt Jen’s arms wrap around his waist as her cries quieted. “What do you say we get out of these clothes and climb into bed? We don’t have to do anything, I just want to hold you in my arms,” he said as he started removing the veil and flowers from Jen’s hair before pulling the pins out and allowing her hair to fall free.

Jen nodded in agreement and a short while later they were climbing into bed, Jen curling up beside Jethro as he held her tightly.

Saturday April 14th, 2012
Waldorf, Maryland
Lockbury Court
5:38 p.m.

After the initial insanity of the events at NCIS after the wedding, things settled down for the most part. Jen and Jethro returned to work the next day, to find the ‘gang’ waiting with balloons and a small cake, though they suspected that it was mostly Abby behind it as a way of apologizing. That day and all the following day, the Director basically avoided the group, only speaking to Jethro if the need arose for person to person conversation.

It had taken a number of days and a number of long hours with Sara having all of the children, but NCIS with the help of a CSI from Las Vegas had caught their man…or that was how it was said on the news. Those on the team though, and Warrick, were just happy to actually be able to go home and sleep in their own beds. Warrick ended up crashing at Sara’s when everyone got home Friday night. Sara just shook her head the next morning when she came downstairs to find him sound asleep, and had then proceeded to go across the street, get her niece and nephew to bring them over, and left a note that she had the twins and would have breakfast, or lunch, whichever meal they woke up in time for.

In the end, Warrick had woken up when she was making French toast, and really woke up after she handed him the large mug of coffee. After breakfast he had sat and talked with her kids and Jen’s, doing everything from Barbies with the girls to Matchbox cars with the boys. Sara just chuckled, watching them from the kitchen while she made lunch, which, Jen and Jethro managed to arrive just in time for, and she presented them with two mocha frapachinos instead of hot coffee.

The rest of the day had been spent rather much as a down day, Alicia and Thomas called to say they would make dinner so everyone better have their butts over there on time. And there was talk of a game while the kids watched a movie, give the adults a break from the universe of child-mindset.

For now though, as they made their way over to the St. Cloud house, each of the adults was happy to be spending a bit of quiet time together, before Warrick returned to Vegas Monday, but more importantly before Sara and the children returned to Europe.

Monday December 24th, 2012
Waldorf, Maryland
Peters Residence
5:12 p.m.

After Sara and the kids had returned to Europe, Morrison House, where Jen and Jethro were married, offered them a free weekend after their wedding night was…well, quite frankly ruined. The next few months everyone pretty much proceeded with things as normal, at least back in the States. Kevin and Pat joined Sara and the kids in Sweden, Jed and Abbey joined them in Russia. Sara and the kids came home the end of July, just in time for Sara to have her niece and nephew join them so that Jen and Jethro could go on a honeymoon at last. Really she and Jen never had a chance to do more than hug before they were watching Jethro usher Jen towards their own plane and through security, no one taking the chance they could get called in during the short amount of time it would take to get to the airport if they waited for Sara at home.

It wasn’t until everyone was back at home, busy unpacking, when Ginny mentioned how ‘Mommy’ hadn’t been working for the last month in preparation for the baby. After Sara managed to not only close her mouth, but get up off the floor, she sat the kids down with a board game and went off to find her laptop, sending a quick, concise, message to her sister. On her cell phone of course.

You are unbelievably dead! You’ve known at least a month and didn’t tell me? That’s it, you are doing two things, 1) giving the munchkins and I the house at Disney for two weeks come Halloween (yes, you can come if you must if you feel up to it) and 2) you get to finance the kids’ ideas for their new bedrooms. Jackie wants Snow White, Sha wants Tinker Bell, and Johnny wants Harry Potter. They already have their designs picked. You’ve been warned…. –hit send with evil laughter-

By the time Jen and Jeth had gotten home, the three Peters children all knew that their Aunt Jen would be getting them the new bedrooms they wanted, and were waiting to show her all their plans for their rooms, Sara just sitting back to smirk while munching on popcorn. By the time the three crashed that night, Jen looked at her sister and declared them even, before Sara rolled her eyes and agreed. From then on, they set about planning and plotting everything that would relate to this newest member of the family, before Sara cracked up upon learning it was twins again for the family tree.

September saw Ginny and Nicky starting pre-school, and Sara beginning to teach first grade to her own three. October saw Jen handing over the keys to the house, and Sara headed towards Florida, but with the Gibbs family only a day behind them. For the most part Jen was rather slower than her normal Disney-fied self, but Jethro kept her company while Sara got control of all five of the kids once more. The only time they really dragged her out was for the traditional, Halloween night, Mickey’s Not So Scary Halloween Party.

After returning home, they let things settle down, Thanksgiving was at Sara’s, everyone coming over whether they were living on Lockbury Court as well, or in Norfolk. Preparations were made for Christmas, and the possibility of the newest set of twins coming earlier, just in case. And Christmas Eve dinner was placed entirely in Sara’s hands, as Jen had said if she had to clean up after anything while eight months pregnant…she might kill someone and no amount of Chocolate could stop her…even having Cinderella show up at the front door wouldn’t save the person responsible.

“Okay, spill girl, how did you manage to pull all of this off?” Alicia asked with a smirk as she picked up a mince meat puff, a recipe Sara had learned in England, that led to Sara only purchasing her mince meat from England after having it there. “Ouch!” she continued, dropping the puff so she could rub at her fingertips after they were smacked with a wooden spoon, hard enough to get her attention, but light enough to not really hurt for a long period of time.

“I stay at home all day teaching three children, who really don’t need me all that much unless it’s to grade homework it seems. What else am I going to do besides prepare for the holidays?”

“Good point,” Alicia shrugged. “Entirely too protective of your food, but good point.”

“Bite me,” Sara shot back before the door opened. "Help, whoever's there, Alicia's trying to steal all the good finger foods," she called before Alicia stuck her tongue out at her.

“Leave some of that food for the pregnant woman, will you?” asked Jen as she and Jethro appeared in the kitchen doorway, the twins running off to find their cousins.

"Geez, you pregnant women are demanding. First this one with the four at once, now you tying to match her in number but in a bit more of a time separation...and people wonder why Thomas and I never had children."

"Here I thought it was because you both admit that you, Miss Alicia St. Cloud, are entirely too dedicated to your job to have time for kids of your own so you instead spoil your neighbor's kids rotten," Sara countered before handing her a puff on a napkin, then handing Jen the cup of cider she had just poured. "Drink Jeth?"

“Coffee,” he replied.

“And you can thank the Marine here for my current condition,” Jen said as she took the cup from Sara. “Thanks Sis.”

"Well, I hope I can thank him and it's not another case of miraculous birth," Sara teased. "Now scoot, out of my kitchen Mrs. St. Cloud or I'll keep you from having any sort of munchies tonight or tomorrow. I'll even hold my Egg Nog French Toast hostage."

"Damn woman, you're protective as hell of your kitchen," Alicia shook her head. "I'm going, I'm going...holding that hostage...that's just evil..." she muttered as she walked away.

“Having fun?” asked Jen with a smile. “Now you know why I didn’t want to hold it at my house in this condition. Alicia would have gotten more than just a smack on the hand.”

“You wouldn’t be anywhere near the kitchen, Jennifer,” Jethro said, wrapping his arms around her from behind, his hands resting on her stomach as he kissed her cheek. “We wouldn’t want you burning the house down with all our guests in it,” he teased.

"Then everyone would just end up at my house anyway, so...why even risk burning the house down and putting Alicia's and my places in danger too. Not to mention the woods behind your house," Sara continued.

“Enough picking on the pregnant woman,” Jen laughed. “It’s not my fault I can’t cook.”

"I'm not sure who to blame for that one," Sara chuckled before picking up one of the platters. "Jeth do me a favor and get the veggie platter..."

“You got it,” he said walking around Jen and picking up the platter before following Sara from the kitchen, leaving Jen alone.

Jen made her way over to the fridge and pulled out some of the various drinks that were in there. Grabbing some glasses, she started pouring out some of the drinks when it hit. She’d been having some small pains since early that morning but nothing as bad as the one that just ripped through her, causing her to gasp in pain and drop the glass that was in her hand before collapsing to the floor, her arms around her waist.

“Mommy?” Ginny asked worriedly, her voice filled with fear when she walked into the kitchen and saw Jen on the floor leaning up against the cupboards, glass and liquid on the floor around her, her hands on her stomach.

“Ginny, baby…go get your Daddy or your Aunt Gina…quickly,” Jen instructed as she tried to keep the pain out of her voice so she didn’t scare her daughter more than she already was.

“Daddy!” Ginny cried running into the living room as she made her way directly over to where Jethro was standing talking to Pat and Kevin. “It’s Mommy!” she cried as he picked her up.

Jethro threw a confused look at Pat and Kevin before turning his attention to the toddler in his arms. “What’s wrong with Mommy, Ginny?”

“Mommy’s hurt. It’s her tummy,” Ginny said.

“Her tummy?” he asked.

“Yes. Her tummy is hurting,” Ginny said before she was suddenly given to her grandfather to hold as Jethro turned around and started for the kitchen. “Gina!”

"What?" Sara asked looking up before seeing the expression on her father-in-law's face. "Here, take this Tony. And don't drop it, I'll kill you," she added before following after Jethro, leaving Tony holding a crystal platter and looking around with a scared look.

“Jennifer?” Jethro called as he entered the kitchen, Sara hot on his heels.

“It hurts,” Jen hissed as another pain hit her.

"Okay, Jeth you get her up. I'll start the car and tell Dad that all of them get to watch the kids and we'll call them from the hospital. Deal?" Sara asked already reaching for her keys. Sometimes an SUV came in handy, like when you had a pregnant woman...

“Come on, Jennifer,” Jethro said as he helped her to her feet before helping her from the kitchen, taking the keys from Sara on his way by so he could get Jen into the van while Sara informed the family.

"Towels," Sara called after him, before tossing them over his shoulder, then heading towards the living room. By the time he had gotten the car door opened she was back, spreading the towels so he could set Jen down. "Times it comes in handy having to chase a bunch of kids around Disney World, you get very fast. Now hop in back with your wife Jeth. How you doing, Sis?" she asked as she climbed in the driver's seat.

“Great, except that the contractions are getting closer,” she hissed.

"Breathing girl, remember breathing," Sara instructed, glancing up to the rearview mirror so she could see them. "Five minutes and we'll be there and you can curse out your husband to your heart's delight and I'll get the popcorn and enjoy the show..."

“I’ve had it with having kids,” Jen whined as another contraction hit. “Four is more than enough.”

"Don't jinx yourself," Sara smiled. "I had a dream that I had six who were all under the age of two once..." she continued leaving off major details.

“I don’t want to know,” Jen whined.

Sara chuckled before pulling up to the Emergency Room entrance to CiVista. "You two go get started, I'll find you, and Sis...don't panic. You're going to be great."

A number of hours later, Jen was wheeled back into her room and Jethro made his way out into the waiting room to find Sara and lead her back to her sister’s room, which was now occupied by three people.

"To repeat myself from many years ago now," Sara smiled, "Now then sister mine, what are the names for these two?"

“Hey Sis,” Jen greeted sleepily as Jethro sat down beside her and took her hand. “We’d like you to meet Tobias Josiah Gibbs and Patricia Abigail Gibbs.”

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