A/n: Hey guys!So her's my first AU story. I'm wrapping up Let's Stay Together, as well as Just Like You. Just Like You should be up by tonight or tomorrow, and yeah :) Okay so I really hope you like it!

Jethro stood in his basement, sanding his boat when his wife's soft voice drifted down the staircase.

"Jethro! It's time!"

His head shot up, and he bounded up the basement stairs, stopping abruptly to avoid running into the still characteristically calm red head standing there. She handed him the bag in her hand with a soft smile.

"It's time?" he demanded breathlessly, his heart hammering against his ribs.

"Yes," she laughed, and he took the bag she held out to him, ushering her through the front door.

They arrived at Bethesda Naval Medical Center twenty minutes later, and yet, Shannon stayed calm, despite the increasingly intensifying pain she was in. Quite the opposite, Jethro was skittish and jumpy, and needed her assurance that she was alright with every wince of pain.

"Stop that Jethro," she snapped finally, through another contraction, as they made their way across the parking lot, "You're making me nervous."

Shannon screamed, pushing as hard as she could, as another contraction wracked her exhausted body after sixteen hours of labor, tightening her vice grip on her husband's hand. Her head fell back against the pillows, her copper hair drenched in sweat, and sticking to her face and neck.

"One more time Shannon," the doctor encouraged, "You're doing great. One more."

"I can't," she breathed, exhausted.

"Yes you can. Come on one more time. One more time and you can meet your little girl. As hard as you can. Come on."

Shannon took a deep breath, and sat up, and gritted her teeth, pushing with all her might. The sharp cry of her daughter echoed through the room, and she laughed weakly.

"You did good Shan," Jethro whispered in her ear, and she brought a soft hand to his cheek. Her eyes fluttered closed as she lost the fight against her exhaustion, and her breathing turned shallow. Jethro smiled at her, brushing her damp locks from her face, and cast a glance to their daughter, Kelly, being attended to by the nurses. She had a set of lungs, just like her dad.

Quickly though, the atmosphere changed from that of exuberant joy and relief, to one of shock and panic as Shannon's heart monitor started to go haywire as her heart rate and blood pressure started its rapid decline.

"What's wrong with her?" Jethro demanded when his wife's eyes remained closed, and she showed no signs of responding even as nurses and doctor's rushed to her aid and the machines beeped frantically.

"Shannon!" he called, "Shannon! Wake up!"

"Sir you have to leave," one of the nurses ordered softly, her voice sympathetic.

"No! What's wrong with her?" he demanded, "What's happening to her?"

"Sir," the nurse ordered more sternly, ushering him from the room, shutting the door with an apologetic look.

Jethro paced the hall outside his wife's room, two hours later, awaiting any information on Shannon's condition, preferably good.

He stopped, snapping his head to the door as it opened with a soft click. He looked to the doctor hopefully, but his expression dropped slightly at the man's grave look.

"How is she?" Jethro asked as the man approached him.

The doctor exhaled heavily, holding tightly to his clipboard. "I'm very sorry Mr. Gibbs. Your wife, well. The placenta didn't detach fully during the delivery. I'd rather not go into the details, but-

Jethro cut him off abruptly, his eyes full of fire. "No. You tell me exactly what happened!" he barked.

The doctor sighed. "When it emerged, it pulled the top of the uterus down with it, leading to excessive bleeding, sending your wife into shock."

"What does that mean?" Jethro demanded, "How is she?" Is she awake? Is she okay?"

The doctor sighed heavily once more, obviously not wanting to speak the words he was being forced to. "Mr. Gibbs I'm very sorry. We did everything we could."

"No!" Jethro yelled, his voice resounding through the halls of the maternal wing. He kicked the wall, and slid against it, his head falling into his hands. For the first time in years, he cried.

The doctor, squatted down beside him, resting a comforting hand to his shoulder as the man in front of him fell apart.

Gunny Sergeant Leroy Jethro Gibbs, walked out of Bethesda Naval Hospital with a heavy heart, a bundle of pink in his arms. The sleeping baby girl was the spitting image of her mother, what with her ivory complexion, long lashes, and bright, blue eyes. The only difference was the hair, but even that showed traces of Shannon; despite its brunette coloring, there were distinct traces of the copper tones that had been her mother's.

He hooked the baby girl into the pink and brown car seat Shannon had picked out for her. As the buckle clicked shut, it hit him that he had no idea what he was doing. He had been the typical man during Shannon's pregnancy; excited, of course, but it had been his wife who had read the baby books, Shannon, who had chosen most of the baby's things, Shannon, who had gone to classes. He really, truly had no idea how they would cope without her.

A/n: So there's the first chapter to this one! *Sad face right* But that pretty much got past the angsty part to this story. Now we'll be getting into the romance part next (aka Jenny and Gibbs meet!) Kay. Hope you liked it :) Review please!