A/N Well ok I know I shouldn't be doing this but this story has been in the works for almost 6 months now – and still not finished but I decided to slowly post it.
Please just leave me a little note to tell me if you want to read more if I should just delete it.
I'll tell you later on where the inspiration came from.
So much more than a favor.
It had been a week since Jethro had caught her in the elevator asking to her health. She had told him that her heath was fine. She also knew he hadn't believed her. She was dying, but how do you tell another person that? How do you tell another person that you are dying, you know you are and that there is only one thing that can prevent it? One thing that you will have to ask for a favor, a favor that will be too big to ever being repayable!
Now she was standing in her office looking through a photo album. A photo album of photos from a past that she wished she hadn't ended like she had done. She looked through the numerous photos the agency had created for one of their covers as a newly married couple. They looked so happy in all of the photos. Arms around each other, holding hands, kissing, every inch the loving couple they had to act like. The only part that was pure fantasy was the marriage, that one piece of paper that stated their status as married. They had loved each other, more than that even they had been in loved, helplessly.
How was she going to tell him? He was the answer to her prayers. The only answer.
She hastily closed the album when a soft, yet masculine voice interrupted her thoughts "Traveling down memory lane Jen?"
"You could say that Jethro! Please come in!" She felt her director side taking over slowly; she tried to shake her job title of her, because this was personal.
"Thanks, but I'll stay right here until you've told me what you called me over for!" he gave her a soft glare.
"Then I must say I would prefer if we could go into the living room, more relaxed than this office!" she moved past him, and then he grabbed her arm gently and she spun around looking at him.
"The director getting on your nerves!" this time he smiled and even wider when she simply nodded.
As they got into the living room, Jenny sat down on the soft luxurious couch, pulling one of the purple deco pillows into her lap, hugging it tightly to her. Jethro sat down besides her and leaned back, almost disappearing into the softness. After a long silent pause, Jethro lifted his head and looked over at Jenny, who seemed to be completely occupied by the corner of the pillow case.
"You do know you sounded urgent on the phone right?" He questioned.
"I know, I'm just trying to figure a way to start." She nodded while talking.
Once again the room was covert in silence. Jethro took his time looking around; the living room had only been a place where they had discussed the upcoming operation, grabbing a nap or initiate sex. He had never before looked around. And first thing he noticed was a huge painting sitting above the mantel piece, a picture painted of a beautiful, redheaded woman, dressed in a chocolate brown dress, which he guessed must have been satin or something shiny at least.
"Your mother?" He asked looking down at his hands again.
"Your mother? In the painting?" He lifted a hand halfheartedly waving at the painting.
"Oh..Yes that is my mother. I think I was 5 or something when my father had it done." She told conversationally.
Then the silence filled the room again, Jenny was still nuzzling the corner of the pillow. Again Jethro's eyes wandered. On the far end of the living room he noticed a bookcase and he noticed baby pictures and pictures of older kids, along with pictures of himself and Jen, the team, Jenny and her parents, people he didn't know and a picture of a beautiful, white old fashion style house.
"You got some secret hideout Jen?" He wanted to know about the house, it was just like the type of house he would buy.
"What do you mean?" She felt herself being pushed and pulled in and out of her daydreams.
"The house over there in the picture?" He pointed sharply this time, and she turned her head.
"Oh that, well I bought that house like ten years ago, I knew I wanted a place where I could kick back and just be Jenny. And that house was just perfect for that. I noticed it was for sale and bought it." She never took her eyes of the picture.
"It is, isn't it? Wish I could spend more time there, but my job and all. Well you know!" She said and her normal very straight posture failed for a few seconds.
"Lot of room!" He stated and looked back over the pictures "Who's the kids?" he asked as his eyes feel on the kids again suddenly worried that she was hiding more than he wanted.
"What kids?" her head shot up, looking confused as he pointed. "That's my niece and nephew!"
"I didn't know you have siblings?" he sighed from relief.
"My father had a son just before he met my mother, so my half brother. But we are tighter than many. We just don't speak much since my father died." She sighed. Jethro kept his eyes on her and watched her pulled her courage together and face him.
Her look softened when she saw him already watching her. "Look Jethro this is difficult, I've been trying to find a way in my head to say this and ask you this the smoothest way possible, but I can't find any other way than the straight forward one!"
"Ok Jen, as long as you tell me!"
"Jethro, that day in the elevator you asked me about my health, and I told you that my health was fine, that I wasn't sick. I lied to you Jethro, in fact my health is slowly deteriorating, and I'm getting weaker every month. And I will eventually die from this decease that's eating up my body from the inside, and no one knows how fast it will go, it maybe a year, maybe five."
"Jenny, how long have you known?"
"Sort of always, my mother died from it so I had a 50/50 chance of getting it, and unfortunately I was on the wrong side of that line." She quickly brushed a tear away from her cheek, she wasn't to do it without having Jethro notice, but as she dropped her hand he caught it and started running his fingers over her knuckles.
"Jenny please do tell me, can I do anything for you? Can we prevent this in any way?"
"Yes! Yes we can!"
"And what do I need to do, just tell me!"
"Give me a child Jethro!"