Sorry it's been ages since an update. For one, I honestly kind of fizzled out on the story, I lost momentum! So I am just going to end it here for now, and perhaps later I will pick it back up with a sequel. For now, I do have some ideas for a TIVA story, as a spin off, but I am not sure when I will be able to write it. Add me to your favorite author's list if you want to see it.. It will come eventually. I am just super busy right now! Thanks, as always, for reading, and I am certainly open to any prompts, ideas, or whatever, if you want to message me!

Percy stretched out in the soft, green grass. The sun shone on her face. She felt comfortably sleepy in its warmth. Her brain felt surprisingly empty, but in a good way. Ouch. All of the sudden she felt like something was poking her. A moment later, another sharp pain ran through her lower back. The warm sun that felt so warm just a moment go now felt hot on her legs. Fuck, ow. Another pain shot through her back and into her abdomen. Percy's eyes flew open. As she waited for her eyes to adjust, she felt wetness between her legs and under her.

"Jethro," Percy managed to whisper. She swallowed. It's time, oh god, it's time. "Jethro!" Her voice became clear.

"What's wrong?" Jethro's voice sounded surprisingly awake.

"It's baby time," Percy said, still staring at the ceiling. Jethro immediately jumped out of the bed and came around to Percy's side. He kneeled down by the side of the bed and ran his hand over Percy's forehead.

"Are you okay?" he asked. Percy turned to face him.

"Yeah, I'm okay," she said, a smile beginning to spread across her face, "I just can't believe it's time." Jethro smiled back. Another pain shot through her stomach and back, causing Percy to grimace.

"You ready to go?" Jethro asked. Percy took a deep breath and blew it out.

"Yes, let's go!" she said, sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. Jethro got up and grabbed the bag out of the chair in the corner of the room. He paused and looked back at Percy, who was standing by the bed.

"What's wrong?" he looked nervous. Percy fought the urge the smile. She had never seen him look so nervous. She had never really seen him look nervous at all.

"I'm not going to the hospital in a wet nightgown," she said, evenly. Jethro seemed to regain his composure.

"Of course not," he said, putting the bag on the bed. He walked over the chest of drawers and pulled out an oversized tee shirt and a pair of athletic shorts. He made his way quickly back to Percy and held them out. Percy pulled the nightgown gingerly over her head and slipped off her underwear. She put the clothes on, feeling comforted by the fact they were his. She slipped her feet into a pair of flip flops, as Jethro slid on his own shoes and picked the bag back up.

"Ready?" he asked, holding his free hand out toward Percy. She took it with a smile.

"Ready," she said, as they headed out of the room.

Jethro's phone went off again.

"Don't answer it," Percy said, "Turn it off." She didn't have to tell him twice. He shut the phone off and placed it on the table. "I want to enjoy the last few minutes of peace and quiet without constant interruption," Percy said. Another contraction came, and her body tightened up. She closed her eyes and took a slow deep breath in and blew it out, trying to remember what they had told her. Jethro squeezed her hand.

"You're doing great," he said, encouragingly. Percy opened her eyes and gave him a look.

"I'm really not doing anything yet," she said, a note of irritation in her voice. Jethro smiled and leaned over to kiss her forehead. There was silence for a moment.

"I'm scared," Percy said, feeling a sudden urge to cry. Jethro ran his hand over her forehead.

"It'll be over before you know it" he said softly. Percy wiped a stray tear from her face.

"That's not what I'm scared off," she said. Jethro looked slightly puzzled.

"What are you scared of?" he asked.

"Being a lousy mother," Percy said, wiping away several tears this time.

"You're going to be a great mother," Jethro sounded confident.

"How do you know?" Percy asked, looking at him with a furrowed brow. Another contraction. Percy squeezed Jethro's hand tightly and grimaced.

"I know because I know you," he said, after Percy's grip had relaxed.

"That's vague," Percy said, in a slightly sarcastic tone.

"I don't know how else to explain it. All I know is what my gut tells me," Jethro said, with a slight smile. Percy couldn't help but smile.

"I guess I have no option other than to believe you," she said.

"I guess not," he replied, leaning over to give her a kiss.

In an instant, all the noise of the delivery room fell away. Percy looked down at the red, screaming, little bundle in her arms. She had never seen anything so perfect in her life. She felt a hand brush the tears off her cheek. She looked up at Jethro, who looked like she had never seen him.

"We did good," Percy said, smiling at him. He smiled as well.

"Yes, we did," he said, kissing her on the forehead.

"Oh my god!" Abby squealed softly, as she entered the hospital room. A mile wide smile was plastered across her face, and Ziva was right on her heels. They approached the side of the bed and Abby leaned over to give Percy a careful hug.

"So, what's her name?" Abby asked, with an excited look in her eyes. Percy smiled at her enthusiasm and gave Jethro an amused look.

"It's Anastasia Hope," Percy said. Abby squealed, as quietly as one can squeal, in delight.

"That's a beautiful name!" she said, with a slight bounce.

"It really is a wonderful name," Ziva agreed.

"Thank you," Percy said, looking down at Anastasia, who was sleeping in her arms.

"Oh, oh, I got this!" Abby said, reaching into her bag. She pulled out a small stuffed gargoyle and gently laid it against Anastasia. "From Aunt Abby!" she said, with a grin.

"Thanks, Abs," Jethro said, with a smile. Percy felt a fresh wave of exhaustion rush over her and yawned.

"We should let you rest," Ziva suggested, taking Abby by the arm. Abby frowned slightly but nodded, waving goodbye as they headed out of the room. Jethro pulled a chair closer to the bed and sat down. He gently stroked the side of Anastasia's face, and then reached up, doing the same for Percy. She smiled softly.

"You look so beautiful," he said, in a near whisper.

"I think that you've really been blinded by love this time," Percy said with a slight laugh.

"Maybe, but, is that such a bad thing?" he asked, his expression soft but still intense.

"No, I guess it's not," Percy said. She kissed her baby girl on the forehead and closed her eyes. Life itself has never looked so beautiful.