Jimmy Palmer had never been good with people. As assistant ME at NCIS, he didn't get to deal with the living very often, anyway. Especially not kids. Double especially not babies.

That was why, when the nurse handed him the tiny pink bundle, all he could do was stare at his daughter.

She was so small, so fragile; and yet, a person. She was unique. In a million years, there would never be another anyone just like the tiny girl he was holding. Not even if she had siblings; even then, nobody could possibly match just how much of himself he saw in her little pink face. She had his chin. And, to his surprise, he finally noticed that her hair was brown, like his- not blonde, like Breena's, like everyone had predicted.

"What are you going to name her?" the nurse asked.

Jimmy shared a look with his wife. "Go ahead," Breena said softly.

And so it was written on the birth certificate for everyone to see: Jennifer Abigail Palmer.

Jenny.

After himself, and the most unique person he knew.