Two new members in the FBI (Rewritten)

Chapter 17

Team Boy or Team Girl

Previously on Two new members in the FBI

Jackson's Pov

I couldn't help but smile at the thought, the realization sinking in that our little one was already making their presence known in the world. It was a moment I would never forget, a moment that filled me with a sense of wonder and joy, unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

As we lay there together, lost in the magic of the moment, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together, hand in hand, united in our love and unwavering support for each other and our growing family. We fall asleep like this.

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(19 weeks pregnant) 

Jackson's Pov

As I entered my nineteenth week of pregnancy, the anticipation and excitement surrounding the impending arrival of our little one only seemed to grow stronger with each passing day. Our baby was now about the size of a mango, their tiny form continuing to develop and take shape within the confines of my womb. It was a miraculous process that never ceased to fill me with awe and wonder.

Despite the awe-inspiring nature of pregnancy, there were also the inevitable symptoms that came along with it. The nausea had finally begun to subside for me, replaced by a newfound energy and sense of well-being. Yet, there were still moments when fatigue and mood swings threatened to overwhelm me, reminders that my body was undergoing profound changes to nurture and protect our growing child.

However, one of the unexpected joys of pregnancy was my newfound appreciation for desk duty. As a member of the FBI, I was accustomed to the fast-paced, adrenaline-fueled world of fieldwork—chasing down leads, apprehending suspects, and solving cases with my partner and husband, Stiles, by my side. But now, with a baby on the way, desk duty had taken on a whole new significance for me.

Instead of feeling frustrated or confined by the limitations of desk duty, I embraced the opportunity to catch up on paperwork, research leads, and coordinate with other departments. It was a chance to slow down, take a step back from the chaos of the field, and focus on the important work of keeping our community safe.

And so, as I settled into my desk at the FBI headquarters in Quantico, Virginia, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the opportunity to contribute differently. Each day, I threw myself into my work with renewed vigor, determined to make the most of this new chapter in my life.

"Jackson, Fornell wants to see you in his office," my colleague, Emily, called out from across the room, snapping me out of my reverie.

I nodded, pushing myself up from my desk and going to Fornell's office. As I entered, I found him poring over a stack of paperwork, his brow furrowed in concentration.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" I asked, taking a seat across from him.

Fornell looked up, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Jackson, I need you to come with me to NCIS," he said, his voice serious. "We've got a case that's gotten mixed up with Gibbs and his team, and I need you to help sort things out."

I nodded, excitement coursing through my veins at the prospect of working with NCIS. It was a rare opportunity I wasn't about to pass up.

"Of course, sir," I replied, my voice filled with determination. "I'll do whatever it takes to help."

Fornell nodded, a look of approval in his eyes. "Good," he said. "Let's go."

As we headed to NCIS headquarters, my mind buzzed with anticipation. Working alongside Gibbs and his team was an honor, and I was determined to prove myself worthy of the opportunity.