A/N: Okay, so this is the last chapter of this story, and I like it. While I was writing this I came up with a possible story line to a sequel, so that may appear soon. Please review this story.

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Previously: "I…my god, Jethro. You knew?" Jenny's voice shook, and she placed her hand on his cheek. Jethro looked up, startled.

"I just…" he looked at Melinda, "I just heard her speak."

"What do you mean?" Melinda sat up straighter in her chair, glancing at the ghost of Jenny Sheppard.

"Jethro, can you…can you hear me?" her voice shook.

"Yeah Jen…Shannon. I…Is that really you?"

Abby stared at Gibbs in disbelief. Could he really hear ghosts? And if so, how? She only knew of one person who could contact the dead, and even then, Melinda had known about her gift since she was a young girl.

Melinda found herself curious about this man. The only person who she had ever met who could hear ghosts was Eli, and that was because he had died briefly. Was it possible that Gibbs could hear them because he had died and then been brought back to life?

"I'm so sorry that I never told you. I was so scared that if you found out you would…I didn't know how you would react." Jenny looked at her lover with tears in her eyes.

"I deserved to know! All those years I grieved over you two, you and Kelly, and now I find out you're both still alive! It's not fair, Shannon." It had been so long since had said that voice, so long since he had touched his wife's face, but apparently not as long as he thought. He and Jenny had just started working things out between them again, when she had been killed.

"I know, Jethro."

He took a deep breath to calm himself, feeling tears burn behind his lids. Everything was becoming clear now. All the pieces of the puzzle were falling together.

The not so subtle glance upstairs at Jenny's house when she was looking after the boy while they searched for his father. Jethro could see now that she wasn't just worried about the boy, but Kelly was probably up there and he hadn't even known.

And the weird look on Jenny's face when she had seen Gibbs with Maddie Tyler. He had thought it just curiosity at the time, but looking back he saw recognition in her eyes, like she knew who Maddie was.

All of it made perfect sense now.

"Agent Gibbs, excuse me for asking, but have you…" Melinda hesitated, "have you died briefly? I mean, physically died?"

Jethro looked up at the guest, confusion written all over his face, then sudden realisation.

"Yeah…I…" he ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair. "About a month and a half ago, I drowned." The memory lingered on his words, the darkness surrounding him, trying to pull him closer to it. Then Kelly and Shannon's faces had appeared, his daughter begging with him to go back.

Abby had read the reports, and she remembered the shock she had felt on reading the words 'Agent Gibbs could not be resuscitated, so I [Anthony DiNozzo] moved my attempts to Maddie Tyler.' She had read on to where Gibbs had taken a breath, and came back to life.

"I need you to look after them, Jethro, Kelly and your granddaughter. They haven't got anyone left except you." Shannon kissed Gibbs' forehead lightly, and he shook his head.

"My granddaughter?"

2 days later

Jethro took a long swig of his 'Starbucks' coffee, before setting it down on the table in front of him. He had come this far, worked this hard to find her; he was not giving up now.

A woman sat down across from him, hands clenched in fists around her handbag.

"Leroy Jethro Gibbs?" her voice quivered, and Gibbs looked up at the red head. Although 18 years had passed, she had barely changed. Her hair had been cut, and there were slight bags under her eyes, but Gibbs immediately recognised her.

He pushed out of his chair, wrapping his arms around her waist, and holding her sobbing body to his. For several moments, neither moved, until Gibbs pulled back and brushed hair from the familiar blue eyes of his daughter.

"This is really you, Kelly? I'm not dreaming?"

"No, daddy. This is real," her voice sounded so small.

They sat back down and started to talk, as if there had been no time gone by.

"I go by Grace now." Kelly stated dabbing her tears away with a tissue her father had handed her.

Jethro smiled.

"Your middle name." He said.

"You mothers name," Kelly smiled back.

"I have so many questions, Kel. I don't know where to begin."

So instead she started to explain. She and her mother had been in the car accident that Jethro had believed had taken their lives.

"Agent Franks had put us into witness protection, changing our names and identities. And before you get angry with him dad, he saved us. I was in a bad way after the accident, and he got us help."

"But how did I not know Jenny was your mother? I'm supposed to know these things."

"I think in your subconscious, you did." Kelly explained. "After he put us into witness protection, Mike knew that it was risky anywhere we went because someone would recognise mum from the newspaper photos, so he payed for her to have plastic surgery. She was reluctant at first, but she still believed we were in danger from the drug dealer, so she agreed. That's how Jennifer Sheppard came to exist, and Grace Sheppard was her niece."
Gibbs stared at his cold coffee, left abandoned on the table in front of him.

Reaching into his pocket, he took out his wallet and produced a photograph, handing it to her. Kelly studied the picture of her and her best friend.

"I got this from Maddie. She told me all about your time capsule that you made and how you buried it in our garden."
Kelly smiled at the picture, wiping away a stray tear with her sleeve.

"How is she? I mean, what is she doing with herself now?"

"She is a student studying science. She is planning to be a vet specialising in horses."

Kelly laughed briefly.

"Of course she is."

They fell into a comfortable silence, Jethro's eyes plastered on his daughter. She had a striking resemblance to the young woman that had appeared on the plasma when McGee thought it fun to see what Jenny and Gibbs' children would look like.

He shook his head. The clues had been in front of him the whole time, yet he couldn't see them.

"Kelly…I mean 'Grace', where is my granddaughter?"

Kelly looked up, startled. How did he know about that? But she decided, it didn't matter. He knew now and that was all that mattered.

"She is with one of mum's friends, Hannah, at the moment. We are staying with her until I can find a place to stay. She is to meet me here in 5 minutes, if you want to meet you grandchild."

Gibbs looked at her nervously. Of course he wanted to meet her, but he was still trying to get his head around his daughter being alive, little own being a grandfather.


As if on cue, a tall blonde pushing a pram occupied by a small red head toddler approached the table.

Kelly stood, hugging the woman briefly, and then turned, picking up the child. Jethro got to his feet, his heart beating wildly.

"Dad, this is Lillian." Kelly stepped towards her father, the wriggling red head in her arms. He took his granddaughter, and studied her with an uncontrollable smile. Lillian looked so much like her mother had when she had been young, with a just-below-ear length crop of red hair and a light sprinkle of freckles on her nose.

After saying goodbye to Hannah, Kelly sat down again across from her father.

Gibbs rested Lillian on his knee, and she smiled as she tugged at his grey hair.

"Who's the father?"

"A good marine. His name is Felix Hammond. We are planning to be married in November."

Gibbs just nodded.

"She is three years old in a month, but I'm afraid I won't be able to give her the party she wants."

"What about Felix? Why can't you stay with him?"

"He's in Iraq at the moment, but he promised that this is his last tour. He wants to be there for us, especially when the new baby is born."
That hit Gibbs in the face mentally.

"Your pregnant?"

Kelly nodded, a smile crossing her face.

"Mummy?" Lillian glanced around, reaching across the table.

Gibbs passed the toddler to her mother, and Lillian snuggled into Kelly's shoulder.

"Kel, I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I put my job in front of you and your mother. I shouldn't have. I could have…no should have given up the corps when you were born."

"Then you wouldn't have been happy."

"I would have been happy with you and Shannon, even if I wasn't a marine anymore. At least I would've had you."

"I don't blame you for what happened. You shouldn't either."

"So it's decided then. You are staying with me until you get back on your feet. Don't even think of arguing about it either." Gibbs said. HE had realised that he had missed almost 20 years of his daughters' life, 3 of his granddaughters and he wasn't going to miss any more.

Kelly smiled, hugging her father across the table.

It was going to be a while until things were back to normal, but neither Jethro nor Kelly was about to give up on it.

"Let's go home."

"Where is home?" Kelly asked, slinging the baby bag over her shoulder.

Gibbs just smiled, leading his family out of the café.


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