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Authors note- thanks for all of your support in this story, but I've run out of inspiration and desire to continue to write it. So here we go the final chapter. I may do another story like this to fill in the gaps, but for now this is it, Enjoy . . .

Twenty Years.

Two Decades.

It doesn't matter which way you put it, it still feels like just yesterday. It feels too shirt, like everything has happened too fast . . .

Twenty years ago Jenny and Jethro said their 'I do's' in that park.

Twenty years ago these two people so madly in love promised to stay together until the end.

Twenty years on they still are. When they stepped off that plane from Paris, not many people knew that they were together, yet by the time they were stood in that park, everyone was pleased. It broke rules, it crossed lines and was bound to cause their director hell of a load of trouble. But no one had the heart, nor the bravery to tell them no.

To anyone who did not know them, on paper it looked like a disaster. To anyone that knew them it was the work of cupid. Because those few people who knew about his past, they knew how hard he was to deal with. To those who knew of her will and determination, they knew also that she had had a lot to deal with. Yet somehow, two broken hearts ha managed to join together, fill the cracks and form something beautiful.

All those years ago when six months into their marriage Jenny had revealed she was pregnant, everything changed. She left the special opps unit and became a relief team leader, mainly assigned to Jethro's team. And, as habit would have it, it was down in autopsy, and by Ducky that their first child was born. A little girl; with her father's dark brown hair, but green eyes that were unmistakably her mothers. Grace Annabelle Gibbs had stolen her parent's hearts from the beginning, and she had them wrapped around her little finger, from the moment she took that first breath. Then two years later Jenny fell pregnant again with their second child. This time things weren't so easy, but after a C-section, Dana Tally Gibbs was born. This time, much to her father's delight she had her mother's red hair, and fathers blue eyes. Both girls had become the apple of their parent's eyes.

Now, twenty years later they were both their own people. Grace was nearly twenty and was training to become a physiotherapist. However Dana was the fierier of the two and at nearly eighteen was desperate to finish college and go to become a cop, and work in the Special Victims Unit with DCPD. Jethro and Jenny were proud of them both. Now, for their twentieth wedding anniversary they were on a boat, off the coast of the island of Corfu. They both sat on the front of the boat, gazing at the bright blue sky and beautiful sea It was silent except for the sound of laughter form their daughters who were swimming in the sea. Smiles on both of their faces they sighed. "Sometimes I can't believe I'm really living this life." Said Jenny as she watched Dana surface from underwater with a large shell and placed it on the side of the boat.

"Neither can I, but I wouldn't change it for the world." Jethro said, before softly kissing his wife's forehead and smiling.

Sometimes in life, we wish we had a pause button, because if we did, we might just life forever, happily, in a melody made up of perfect moments in time.

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