A/N: This is a sequel to my "super-fic", A Price to Pay, so it won't mean quite as much if you don't have the background from that story to go with this one. However, it may still be a good read. You be the judge. And for all those who stuck with me through the journey that APTP became, welcome back and enjoy :) Thanks for reading!

It had been two months since the nightmare that had rattled Jenny Gibbs' life to the core. She had been slowly working her way back to healing, finding her way back to the relationship she shared with her husband. And now this. She sat on the edge of the bathtub staring at the stick in her hand, two blue lines declaring without a doubt, that it was positive. Oh my gosh, she thought, I'm pregnant.

Two Hours Earlier...

The phone rang. "Director Shepard," Jenny answered.

"It's Dr. Mariott, Jenny."

Jenny smiled. "Oh, hi Sarah. Still having fun playing with needles and using unsuspecting patients as pincushions?"

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Very funny. I'm actually just returning your phone call."

"Great. Did you finally get the results back?" Jenny asked.

About three weeks after her first doctor's appointment, Jenny called to see if her bloodwork had come back yet. Sarah checked into it only to find that the lab had somehow misplaced the samples she'd sent. It was another week before Jenny had time for an appointment with her doctor to get more blood drawn. Those were the results Jenny was expecting now.

Dr. Mariott was uncharacteristically hesitant. "I did." She paused. "And I think it's going to come as a bit of a shock to you."

Jenny's heart pounded. "What?" She held her breath, hoping, praying she didn't have an STD or something form her attacker.

Sarah took a deep breath. "You're pregnant Jenny."

Jenny closed her eyes. Please God, no, not this, she thought. "Are you sure?" her voice quivered.

"I am Jenny. I thought you'd want to know."

"Yes, thank you," Jenny said automatically. "Goodbye."

She put her hands over her eyes, fighting back a shudder as memories from the bunker assailed her. Naked, helpless. The man on top of her, inside her. Ruthless, relentless. The worst two days of her life. And now she carried inside her womb a child conceived in horror.

Jenny's hand was shaking when she pressed the intercom button on her phone. "Cynthia, can you come here please?" Her voice sounded weak, even to her own ears.

Her assistant appeared in the doorway moments later. "Director?"

"Cancel all my appointments today. Reschedule them for later this week."

"Are you alright?" Cynthia asked, looking concerned.

"I'll be working from home," she continued as if her assistant hadn't spoken. "Please see that I'm not disturbed unless it's a dire emergency." Cynthia hesitated. "Thank you Cynthia," Jenny said, and the door closed behind her.

In familiar, almost mechanical movements, Jenny put on her coat and took only her purse from the room. A glance into the bullpen on her way to the elevator showed that Gibbs and the team were out. In a way, she was glad. After all, what would she say to him? Jethro had been her strength and shelter these last two months, and now things were finally starting to get better. He would take one look at her and know something was wrong. After all that they'd been through together, how could she tell him this?

At the parking garage, Jenny waved off her security detail and got into her own car that she'd driven to work this morning. More afraid of what would happen to them if Agent Gibbs found out they'd left her than the Director's orders, Special Agents Tierney and McGregor discreetly tailed Director Shepard downtown, watching as she walked into a pharmacy and appeared several minutes later with a small, brown paper bag clutched in her hand. When she arrived home, they parked across the street as usual, silent guardians.

Once inside her house, Jenny took off her coat and shoes and went upstairs to use the bathroom off her bedroom. It was a several minute process, and after a tense 120 seconds waiting for confirmation of what she'd been told or the denial she was hoping for, Jenny picked up the test and sat, shocked, on the edge of the bathtub, having no idea what to do next.

NCIS

Special Agent Gibbs strode quickly into the Director's outer office. "Need to see her Cynthia," he said in passing, on his way by her desk. It was his standard reply, delivered before Jenny's assistant could protest. Not that it made her want to let him see his wife any more, but Gibbs considered it making an effort.

Cynthia shook her head, a serious expression on her face. "The Director isn't in, Special Agent Gibbs."

He turned. "Where is she Cynthia? MTAC? A meeting?"

The Director's assistant shook her head 'no' to each question and swallowed. "She...told me to cancel all her appointments, that she's working from home today."

"What happened?" Now Gibbs was worried.

While Jenny's flashbacks and nightmares were slowly getting further apart, they still messed with her mind when they came. Sometimes it still took her the whole day to shake the feelings and let the memories go again. But Jenny never just left without telling him anymore, not for weeks. And if she hadn't called him or left a note, as she tried to do when something was going on, he hated to speculate as to the reason.

Cynthia shook her head. "I don't know. But something was definitely wrong."

Without a word, Gibbs left the room. Rushing downstairs, he pointed at Tony as he walked by. "You're in charge DiNozzo."

"Boss?" Tony asked.

Gibbs ignored him. "Ziva, go find out what Abby knows. Tony, check with Ducky. McGee, we need that background on Calligan now!" He pushed the button on the elevator, feeling his agents' eyes on him. "What?" he growled, turning to face them.

"What is going on Gibbs?" Ziva asked gently.

Gibbs sighed. The team had made an great effort over this last month to get more involved with him and Jenny and her healing. He and Jenny were trying harder to share how they were doing, and the team was trying harder to ask how things were and find out if there was anything they could do to help. It didn't make Gibbs' and Jenny's journey any easier, but it was definitely nice to feel like a family again.

"Jenny left," he said tersely, loathe to spend any more time standing around. "No note or message. I'm worried." While he did not like showing weakness in front of them, Gibbs knew he was not the only one here who cared about Jenny.

"Is there anything we can do Boss?" Tony asked seriously, with none of his usual jokes.

"Your jobs," Gibbs said, as the elevator doors opened. "I'll try to be back later. Don't call if I'm not." He nodded at them as the doors slid shut and swallowed him up.

Breaking several well known and a few unwritten rules of the road, Gibbs rushed home. He ran in the door, dropped his keys in the dish, and was calling his wife's name before he even made it up the stairs.

"Jenny?" No answer.

A glance around their room showed that she wasn't in it. But the door to the bathroom stood open and there Gibbs saw his wife, still dressed in her work suit, sitting on the floor in front of the bathtub, staring at whatever she was holding in her hands.

"Jenny?" he said softer, coming towards her and lowering himself to the floor. She didn't react to his voice, nor his presence. Gibbs frowned and reached for whatever she held. But Jenny clutched the object tighter and wouldn't look at him. He sighed.

"Come on Jen, talk to me. Whatever is wrong, I'm here, I promise. Please don't push me away again sweetheart." They'd worked so hard to get back their closeness and trust, but he sensed that whatever was wrong now was going to test it all over again.

His words broke through the fog in Jenny's mind and she raised troubled eyes full of uncertainty to meet his. Gibbs narrowed his gaze when he saw some of the shadows were back, the ones from the bunker. Slowly she handed over the small, white stick she held. Gibbs' eyes widened. It maybe have been almost twenty-five years since the last time he'd seen one, but he recognized the pregnancy test.

Startled, he looked back at her. "Jen?"

Gibbs' first reaction was to be elated at the prospect that they were pregnant. It had been nine months since they were married, and protection had never been something they worried about. Granted though, they were still working their way back to a physical relationship and things were slow.

Suddenly the reason for the dread in Jenny's face made sense. It had been two months since she'd been kidnapped and raped. They had only been together a handful of times in the last month. So in all likelihood, if she was far enough along for it to be showing up on a pregnancy test, Jenny was pregnant with her attacker's child.

It was an emotional blow to Gibbs, who couldn't think of any greater joy than having a child with the woman he loved. Then he thought of his wife and what she must be feeling because of this, and knew she was his first concern. He could deal with his own emotions about the situation later.

Gibbs slid closer to her, mindful that this news could and probably would bring up painful memories and feelings. Slowly he went to put his arm around Jenny, but she pushed away from him, shaking her head, still not able to keep eye contact with him.

"Don't," she whispered, holding her hands out in front of her like a leper, "don't touch me Jethro. I feel..." she closed her eyes, "I feel dirty all over again. If you touch me now, you might get it on you."

They'd been over this before, but right now that didn't help her any. "Please Jenny," he whispered, "don't try to do this on your own. I promise you that you are not dirty to me. You are not soiled or damaged. You're my wife, I love you. Please."

It was several moments that they both sat there, Gibbs silently begging Jenny to let him in and Jenny trying to deal with everything that was going on in her head. But at last she relented to the yearning in his eyes and let Gibbs draw her close to his side. She curled up against him, silent tears on her cheeks.

"I wish it was yours," Jenny whispered, and he felt the same way.

Gibbs swallowed. "Me too Jen. But it's okay, we can still do this together." However much it would hurt to have a physical reminder around of what was done to her, Jenny still carried a new life inside her. And regardless of how it was conceived, he would still be this child's father, because he loved it's mother. This child was a part of Jenny too.

Jenny stiffened, and distanced herself from him, shock written all over her face. "How can you even say that Jethro? Like it's already decided that I'm going to keep it?"

The ice in her tone scared Gibbs. It was his turn to be shocked. "What are you saying Jenny?" Surely she wasn't thinking...? He left the thought unfinished.

"Jethro, I'm pregnant because I was raped. Did you honestly think I would want to keep this baby?" Expression tight, Jenny tried to make him understand.

"Are you saying you'd give the child up?" Gibbs asked incredulously.

Jenny crossed her arms, narrowing her gaze into a hard point. "I'm saying we might not get that far."

"No Jen!" Gibbs stood up. "Look, I know this is a shock, but a child is a blessing no matter how it starts. Please Jen," he begged. "I'm telling you now, I would love this baby. We could raise it together."

Her eyes flashed. "Could you really love the child of a man who raped me?"

"It's part of you too Jen," he said softly, pacing away from her, trying to calm down. This was not the time to be yelling at his wife. But Jenny wasn't done yet.

"A part of me, Jethro?" she asked in disbelief. Her voice rose, the tension palatable. "It is a part I did not willingly give up!"

Gibbs glared back. "I didn't say that you did! Aargh!" He gave a frustrated growl. "I can't believe what I'm hearing you suggest. Do you know what I would give for just one more minute with my child, and you're talking about killing one?" He thrust his fingers through his hair. "I know this is hard..."

"No!" Jenny pushed herself up. "You don't know anything Jethro. How can you lecture me on this? After all I've gone through in the last two months, now I have to deal with more? Well, I won't. Just leave! Get out!" She was shouting now, angry and hurt.

She shoved him out the bathroom door. Gibbs heard the lock click and moments later, Jenny's quiet cries. Sinking down on the edge of the bed, Gibbs wondered what he'd just done.

A/N2: I am aware that for the first several chapters of this story you may feel the strong urge to hate me. Please try to resist. I promise that there will be a happy ending somewhere down the road :) Thanks!