Disclaimer: Don't own anything put the plot.

A/N: This story is slight AU. First real Jibbs story, so please, bear with me! Thank you to my wonderful betas. You guys are amazing.

The water glistened in the sun as frothy waves crashed against the shore and resounded in her ears. The day was beautiful and therows and rows of families that lined the beaches were remarkble.

Hearing her name fill the warm summer air, Jenny looked up to see her six year old daughter headed in her direction.

"Mommy, Mommy!" the little [redhead] hollered. "Look how many seashells we found," she exclaimed.

Jenny plopped the child into her lap and began counting the seashells.

The little girl squirmed in her mother's arms and shouted, "Ten!"

"Wow," Jenny cried with a smile. "How did you find all those beautiful seashells?"

The little girl laughed and pointed to her father, "He helped me silly."

Jenny smiled down at her daughter and kissed the top of her head. She missed being able to spend time with her like this. Working at NCIS left little to no time for her to help raise her daughter.

Jenny's heart swelled as she watched the little girl play with her shells in her lap. Jenny's grin widened when she felt strong hands begin massaging her shoulders. Turning her head up slightly, she caught a glimpse of her wonderful husband.

"Hi there," she greeted as he knelt down and kissed her.

"Hi. Enjoying yourself?" he asked as he continued to rub her shoulders.

Jenny smiled, she couldn't be happier. "I am. Thanks for doing this."

In that moment, Jenny shot up out of her bed, a light sweat glistening on her skin. It had only been a dream. Her eyes closed shut as tears began to sting them. Nights like this were rough for her, to say the least. Those nights when her family haunted her dreams, waking her up in a cold sweat. These were the nights that made her hate her job even more.

Jumping out of the bed, Jenny headed for her bathroom to take a cold shower in hopes of calming her nerves. Letting the water trickle down her toned body, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt catch in her throat. If it weren't for this damn job, she thought. Tears began to fall down her beautiful face as she slid down the wall. This was one of those nights when she felt as if her life was useless.

Stepping out of the shower, she began drying off. She wrapped a towel around her body as she looked into the mirror. Jenny stared hard at the mirror, a part of her hating what she saw. In anger, she turned away.

Slowly she entered her bedroom and sat on the bed next to her nightstand. Numerous thoughts swirled in her head, but one remained constant, adamant on being released. Her hand trembled as she pulled open the top drawer. Thoughts of her family continued to race in her mind as her eyes focused on the object before her. There it sat; her 38mil, loaded, ready for use. Taking it into her hands, she held it in her lap and looked at it.

There was no reason for her to continue on without them. Removing the safety, Jenny sighed once more before lifting the gun to her head. She was finished.

A/N: What do you think? Shall I continue?