I am new to the fandom and have never written for characters of this complexity.

Please share any ideas you have on how you write these two. I'm really nervous I'll blunder this up.

This might just be a one shot. I haven't decided.

They hadn't ment for this to happen.

She'd fanaticized about it.

So had he.

Nether had been disappointed when she'd never left after Christmas. Or when they'd finally had the "talk" after Jethro had a brush with death via the usual crazy man with a gun.

The talk. It changed everything, but at the same time nothing at all. A domestic partnership.

Jack had absolutely no desire to be part the of "Gibbs Wives Club". And Gibbs was anxious to avoid the whole charade altogether.

But they wanted rights to the other. To their home, their things, and if needed control over the other's life. The shooting had given them both the push they needed, because as he filled out a form giving her permissions to make decisions at the last minute in the hospital he realized he could leave her with nothing.

No proof that they'd ever been anything other than coworkers.

So they got a lawyer, Jim, and filled out all the paperwork to make the other their partner in life.

Partner in ever sense of the word, work and life both.

Ever practical, the duo filed their paperwork with NCIS and waited. Leon nearly blew a gasket. But only because he was her friend.

No one else seemed to upset by the news though shock, might be a good way to describe many reactions.

After everyone realized nothing had changed the world moved on.

That piece of paper comforted her every time he went out to chase down a suspect. It comforted him too.

They never expected he'd be the one to need it.

They'd come off a pretty rough case and when they made it home Jack was ready to collapse. But the case had reminded her partner of his Shannon and Kelly's demise. So she asked him to shower with her, something they'd done to comfort the other many times before.

But as he ran his hands over her breasts in the shower later is world stoped turning.

A lump.

"Sloane."

She spun around, he never called her that outside of work. It was always Jack, sometimes Jacquline, but it was always musical. "Yea?"

Her eyes met his blue ones. He took her hand silently, his hand shaking slightly and brought it to the lump.

"Oh." She whispered.

They'd always joked that he would die first. A morbid joke for sure, but one built on reason and selfless love.

She'd never wanted him to endure that pain again. So she'd been willing to take that pain and make it hers. She loved him enough to let him go first.

But it seemed the universe may have had different ideas.

Let me know what you think about it via reviews!

Leave it as a one shot? Add another chapter or two?