A/N: Just wanted to say that I started this before the season five finale, and it takes place two years later. So, lets assume what happened in Judgment Day never happened. Well, it's Jen and Gibbs, as usual. Their marriage seems to be running out of time, but just what is the underlying issue? And though a tragedy tear them apart, will a new tragedy manage to bring them back together?

Prologue

Small hands sneaked around his waist, he had to struggle to keep the smile off his lips, finding he was desperately unable could stop it, as his wife gently blew a puff of air in his neck. He felt the hair at the back of his neck rise, reveling in the feel of her petite body pressing up behind him. He held his hands still on the tool, not sure if he trusted himself to keep sanding his precious boat with her standing this close behind him, her intentions clear in her every action. He swallowed, hard. It was amazing what she could do to him, just by standing close. Her hands roamed his front, sneaking under his shirt, fingers curling in the hair on his chest. He panted slightly, feeling himself harden as she brought her mouth close to his ear.

"Jethro," she purred. Something had made her very happy, and he suspected it was something other than the obvious power she had over him. He waited for her to continue, knowing there wasn't much time until arousal would take over his mind and pin her against the side of the boat. She kissed his neck.

"I'm pregnant," she whispered, smirking as she heard the loud thud of the tool hitting the floor. Next thing he was aware of was a flurry of red hair as she spun around. And then kisses. Heated. Passionate. Loving.

She was happy. He was happy. They were happy. Having kept their relationship hidden for little more than a year, they both figured it was time to tell the world, now that she was pregnant, which would be an issue hard to disguise in the long run.

He kissed her knuckles over his morning coffee, she smiled at her husband over her green tea, her left hand resting protectively over her still flat stomach, the wedding band shone brightly against the black of her shirt, he wore the matching band, showing he belonged to her and she belonged to him.

Though, as things don't always turn out the way you wish them to do, what should have been a day of joy, and a happy announcement, changed in time shorter than a heartbeat. As tragedy overtook them, bringing them down into a pit of blackness, she'd thought they would have fallen together. But his eyes flashed to hers, and then he turned his head away. She turned too.

To be continued…

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