Author's Note:

This is it! The final chapter of this story!

I hope that you have enjoyed it as much as I have enjoyed writing it…

And your feedback on the story as a whole as well as on this final chapter will be highly appreciated and I hope that you will continue reading my work and commenting so that I can continue improving in my writing.

BTW: I will work on completing 'Enemy Within' next…

Warning: This chapter contains Explicit Adult content...

By the way, my dad is doing very well now and I would like to thank you for all your well wishes regarding his health. My baby is doing very well too, growing and revealing his beautiful personality to us.

The next morning Gibbs insisted on seeing McGee and Jenny. He had to know that his team was fine now that his main fear that of losing Ziva, had been overcome.

Ziva arranged a wheelchair and helped him into it before leading him to McGee's room.

McGee sat up straight in bed when Gibbs approached. Gibbs looked him over from head to foot without saying a word. Abby sat on the bed nest to McGee, her hand in his.

"Mmm, Boss. I'm … I would like to say how … mmm sorry … sorry I am about what happened. I almost got everyone killed by being too slow. I … mmm…." McGee stammered to halt as Gibbs just stared at him.

"You done?" Gibbs asked a moment later.

"Mmm, yes." McGee hung his head.

Ziva and Abby waited to see what Gibbs would say.

"Thank you, McGee, for saving everyone's life and I'm sorry that you were hurt in the process." Gibbs quietly said as McGee's head shot up in surprise.

Abby smiled and Ziva gently squeezed Gibbs shoulder.

"Boss, no… I failed you… I…" McGee was stunned.

Gibbs had said 'Thank you' and 'Sorry', words that didn't ever feature in his vocabulary.

"McGee, you did your best and that's all I've ever asked for. Now I want you to focus on getting better. You have two weeks sick leave and I'm sure Abby's going to take good care of you during that time." Gibbs said.

"Abby?" McGee asked.

"Yeah, she's moving in with you." Gibbs smiled.

"Gibbs!" Abby and Ziva said simultaneously.

"You told him…" Abby complained to Ziva.

"I'm sorry. I did tell him it was a surprise." Ziva said in her defense.

"Oops." Gibbs smiled.

"Oh any way McGee, don't worry about a thing. My coffin and clothes are being moved to your place as we speak. And oh yes, I had to have your writing desk and book shelve moved out to my place to make room for my coffin. And…." Abby rambles on as McGee's face contorted in shock.

Oh no!

My writing desk … gone!

A coffin in my living room!

Oh, Abby!

Gibbs and Ziva smiled as they left McGee in Abby's capable hands.

Entering Jenny's room, Gibbs was surprised to find Tony fast asleep in a chair next to Jenny's bed. Tony's hand was outstretched and wrapped around one of Jenny's hands. Gibbs looked at Ziva and she looked back at him indicating that she didn't know anything. Just than a sound from the bed, drew their attention.

Jenny frowned as she softly moaned a second time. Ziva pushed Gibbs' wheelchair close to the bed on the opposite side from Tony. Gibbs reached out and placed a warm hand on Jenny's forehead as he whispered, "Jen, can you hear me?"

"Mmmmm." Jenny squeezed her eyes and moved her hand bringing Tony quickly awake.

"Jenny?" Tony gasped, standing up and looking down at her.

He blushed when found is hand covering Gibbs', that was on Jenny's forehead.

"Sorry, Boss." He mumbled trying to pull away.

Gibbs stopped him by grabbing his hand and placing it directly on Jenny's forehead. Ziva smiled at the surprised look on Tony's face.

"I'll get her doctor." Ziva said, leaving the room.

"How long?" Gibbs asked.

"A few months. It's one sided, my side." Tony replied.

"You planning on changing that?" Gibbs questioned.

"She's out of my league." Tony replied.

"I don't think so." Gibbs smiled just as Jenny opened her eyes.

"Tony?" Jenny whispered.

Her vision was a bit hazy, but Tony looked like an angel hovering above her, protecting her.

"Hello Direc… Jenny." Tony smiled relief evident on his face.

Gibbs moved his wheelchair back to give them a moment.

"What hap… aawwee?" Jenny moaned as the pounding in her head intensified.

"Shhh, everything's going to be okay. You have a head injury, but now that you're awake everything's going to be fine." Tony said, leaning forward and placing a chaste kiss on her forehead.

Jenny frowned at Tony for a moment before her eyes drifted shut.

"DiNozzo, life's too short not to take a chance. Tell her." Gibbs said before leaving the room.

Four days later, Jenny was declared fit enough to leave the hospital. The doctor however warned that she should not be on her own for at least a week and that at the first sign of disorientation, fever, intense headache or persistent nausea and vomiting, she was to be brought back to the hospital.

Gibbs ordered Tony to stay with Jenny to keep an eye on her. Jenny didn't protest, but Tony did.

"Boss, I can't move in with her." Tony complained to Gibbs in his room as Ziva helped Jenny get ready to leave in her room.

"Tony she can't be left a lone. Ducky would have offered, that is if he wasn't needed back in autopsy to handle the numerous pending cases. And I don't trust anyone else to do this, nor do I think Jenny would be comfortable with anyone else invading her privacy."

"But Boss, this is going to make things so awkward." Tony moaned.

"It could also simplify things, if you just tell her." Gibbs stated.

"Since when did you take up match-making as a profession?" Tony questioned.

Gibbs just stared at him. But it wasn't the usual Gibbs stare.

Jenny and Ziva chose that moment to enter Gibbs' room.

"I'm ready, Tony. Thank you for doing this. I wouldn't have been ease with anyone else from the department." Jenny said.

She felt it, this invisible shift in the air, this subtle change in Tony. It was in his eyes, when he looked at her. She refused to place too much store in it, but as she was ill, nursing a migraine from hell and as she did desperately want someone to lean on, she realized that she didn't want that person to be anyone other then Tony. What surprised her was that she actually preferred Tony to Gibbs.

When had this happened? And where will it lead? Jenny wondered.

"Boss, Ducky will be by in an hour or so to pick you and Ziva up." Tony said as he moved to the door and relieved Ziva of Jenny's wheelchair.

"Do you have all your meds?" Tony asked.

"Yes, I think so." Jenny said, suddenly shy.

"Take care, Jenny. We'll be by to see you in a few days." Gibbs said his arm around Ziva.

Jenny smiled when no pangs of jealousy assailed her.

"Good bye Jethro, Ziva." Jenny replied as Tony wheeled her out of the room.

At about the same time, McGee arrived at his apartment. To his utter surprise, it didn't resemble a grave yard. In fact Abby ensured that the coffin was covered with a colourful table clothe, red with skulls in all the primary colours. She helped him to his bedroom, insisted on helping him change out of his clothes, gave him a delicious sponge bath, and fed him homemade hot chicken soup before tucking him into bed, next to her warm cuddly body.

Yes, this is definitely not bad at all, McGee smiled.

"McGee, maybe I should let you sleep alone, before I tempt you to do more then you're ready for." Abby smiled.

"Oh," McGee blushed embarrassed that Abby could clearly feel how happy he was to be lying so close to her.

"Oh sweetie, it's okay. Really. A psychologist once told me that after experiencing extreme stress and trauma, the body enters a state of constant and heightened arousal irrespective of whether the body is fully capable of performing or not."

"Abby, please." McGee's flushed face turned a deeper shade of red.

"Oh okay McGee; let's see how far we're able to go." Abby said misunderstanding McGee's 'please'.

She turned in his arms and surprised him by locking her lips to his in an intimate kiss.

And McGee … and Abby too, soon realized that the body was quiet capable of performing despite the minor inconvenience of pain.

Later that week as the sun disappeared on the horizon, Ziva led Gibbs to his bedroom. They had been together at his home of the last 5 days, making love as regularly as having meals. Gibbs' leg was healing nicely and he was able to walk with the use of one crutch. Ziva's wounds were also healed.

Both of them had just returned from having checkups with their respective doctors and Ziva was rather quiet.

In his bedroom, Ziva proceeded to remove his clothes, wordlessly. He let her as he removed hers. She was beautiful, strong and delectable. She sighed as his hand brushed across her nipple and Gibbs sensed a kind of urgency in her. She would demand a lot the first time round and he would give it to her. But tonight he also had another agenda.

Soon both were naked, breathing huskily, hands skimming over heated flesh.

"Jethro, I need you now." Ziva whispered, leading him to the bed.

"Ziva, tell me." Gibbs asked.

"Later, make love to me. I need to feel you deep in side me." Ziva knew her words would have the desired effect.

Gibbs growled as he bent down and kissed her fiercely.

Yes, that was how she wanted it tonight, hard, fast and fierce.

She let him kiss her neck, suckle her breasts, nip her nipples and caress her nether lips. And than she couldn't wait any longer and she didn't want to be in control tonight. She wanted him to take her.

"Jethro…" she moaned as she got onto all fours on the bed.

"Now please, like this!" She groaned.

Gibbs placed his injured leg on the bed and balanced on his good leg. Slowly he eased forward and penetrated her heated core. Ziva cried out in delight as he filled her to the hilt. Then he moved and transported her to places beyond this world.

Ziva's cries spurred him on, heightening his pleasure. They had not done it this way before and Gibbs found that he liked it, especially since he could watch her in the mirror on the opposite wall. She looked like a nymph, uninhibited in her pleasure.

Their moans filled the air. The heat became too much. The need became too intense.

Ziva demanded that he go faster, harder and deeper, and God help him, he did.

Soon she cried out, "Oh God…. Yes! Yes! Yes! ... Yeeesssss!"

"Ziva!" Gibbs growled as he buried himself deep inside her and exploded.

"Mmmm, Jethro…. I love you!" Ziva whispered moments later as Gibb and she slipped down onto the bed, Gibbs covering her back.

"Ziva, you haven't answered my question yet." Gibbs whispered as he nipped her ear.

"Question?" Ziva murmured. Gibbs felt her tense up.

"Ziva?" He asked, concerned.

"I need to ask you a question first." Ziva said all traces of a thoroughly loved body disappearing.

"Ask." Gibbs ordered.

"Do you want … children?" Ziva asked.

Gibbs was so surprised that he slipped out of and off her onto her side so that he could look at her.

"I haven't thought about it."


"But I think that if the opportunity arose for me to be a father again, I would do it differently this time."

"Differently? How?" Ziva asked.

"I would be there more to share in all the special moments. I would make sure that my kid knew that I loved him or her. I would enjoy every second and I would fight to give him or her, the best that I could. I would make up for what … my Kelly … missed out on." Gibbs fiercely stated.

"Oh Jethro." Ziva leaned forward and kissed him deeply.

"Now, your answer?"


"Ziva, I love you with a passion that scares the hell out of me. I want to be with you forever and I need to know if you want the same. So I'm going to ask you again. Will you marry me?" Gibbs asked his eyes locked with hers.

Ziva didn't say anything as she rolled onto her back and pulled him close.

"Ziva?" Gibbs tried to give her the time she seemed to need to answer him.

"Yes!" Ziva smiled.

"Yes?!" Gibbs repeated.

"Yes, Jethro. Yes, I will marry you…" Ziva laughed as Gibbs' face shone with overflowing joy.

Then she took his hand and placed it on her lower abdomen.

"And you will have approximately 7 and a half months to get used to the idea of becoming a father because that when our baby will be born." Ziva smiled.

Gibbs eyes widened in shock and disbelief, only to be replaced by unbridled love and delight.

"I love you! God I love you so much." Gibbs whispered.

Then he leaned over her naked abdomen and placed a reverent kiss on her still flat womb.

"I haven't met you yet, but I already love you!!" Gibbs whispered, before moving up Ziva's body and making slow, exquisite love to her.

The End