Mollie looked around the room that Lana had led her into. It was clearly a special education room. A shelf in the corner was lined with children's games and a wheelchair sat in the corner. There was a table and chairs on one side of the room and couches were lined up in an alcove area. The rest of the group sat in the alcove. Mollie and Lana walked over and took a seat on the empty love seat. Emily Fornell sat with another girl and two boys on one couch. Three boys and another girl sat on the third couch. After a while a tall extremely white man with curly brown hair that rested behind his ears. He wore a tweed jacket, white t-shirt, and a pair of khaki jeans.

"Good afternoon, I see that we have a new friend joining us today! Well I am Dr. Rosenberg but you may call me Joe." Joe introduced.

"Uh well I am Mollie DiNozzo." Mollie replied.

"It is great to meet you." Joe replied.


Joe pulled a rolling desk chair over and took a seat in the center of the group. He crossed his right leg over his left, propped his arms up on his right knee and leaned his hands on his chin. He could not look any more stereotypical if he tried. Well unless he somehow aged himself by about fifty or sixty years. He explained that he was not a guidance counselor but the school psychologist. He gave a very brief rundown of the group and then asked everybody to introduce themselves and give a brief explanation of why they were there. They started with Emily, though Mollie already knew her story. The next was the girl beside Emily. Her name was Jo-Ann and she had lost her left arm in a car accident over the summer. She had been a cheer leader and was sure she would be back next year. She was a little peppy for Mollie's liking but this was not a place to judge. Beside Jo-Anne was a boy named Carter he had been involved in a school shooting in middle school and his best friend had been killed. Beside Carter was Alvin. His uncle had touched him inappropriately when he was five and he only had the courage to admit it until just before winter break. One the other couch was a boy named Jude who had lost his older brother Adam to a drunk driving accident. Apparently Jude had wanted the car to go to play D&D with his friends but Adam had been invited to a party. Finally Jude got the car and the boy Adam rode with was drunk. Beside Jude was Colby who was apparently the brother of the kid who had been driving when Adam died. He had survived but had a brain injury and was in a vegetative state. Colby had begged Preston not to drive but he had called Colby a dork and drove anyway. The last boy was named Cole. He had just beaten leukemia for the third time and was only on his third day back at school following a Bone Marrow Transplant. The girl on the couch with the boys was named Eliza and her house had burned down a few months prior. Mollie was beginning to feel as if she was in a bad teen novel. She half expected to fall in love with Cole and then his cancer came back and he died. She was so lost in her thoughts that she did not realize how close she was to having to speak. Until she heard Lana begin to tell her story.

"My name is Lana Johnson and for as long as I could remember my dad had cancer. It started in his spleen when I was about three. I don't really remember it. I just remember staying with my mean grandmother Joann and my dad couldn't play and threw up a lot. He went into remission when I was four but it came back when I was six this time in the kidney. This time he was sick a lot longer. He did not hit remission until I was nine. It stayed gone for a year but came back and this time the doctors took out his kidney but it had spread. I was about eleven at the time and I was super embarrassed because he uh he could not control himself. well and my mom had to care for him all the time. He finally went into remission when I was thirteen and this time he stayed cured for almost a year. Then just before summer vacation last year it came back. It was in his liver and his remaining kidney and just about everywhere. It was in his brain. He was not eligible for treatment this time. His body would not have tolerated it and even if he could have he did not want to go through chemo again. I remember going to see him and he was having seizures. I was there for ten hours and he was only with it for about and hour of that time and the whole time he had no idea who I was. The next day I was supposed to leave for summer camp but my mom begged me not to go. She said she would make it up to me but I insisted. I had given up so much already. Finally she gave in. It was a two week session and two days before I was supposed to go home my dad died. Again I was supposed to come home but I wanted to stay for the end of camp. I wanted Johnny King to dance with me at the camp dance. I know it's stupid but again I got my way. The day I went home my grandmother came to get me. She talked about how ungrateful and horrible I was. When I got home the funeral director was parked in front of my house. My mom had committed suicide that morning. My grandmother made me go inside even though I was terrified. She told me that I had to do it because my mom giving in was why she had died. She also said that the body was gone but it was not and my mom had blown her brains out. I saw it all. My grandmother was yelling at me saying that I deserved this. Both of my parents were only children. Well my mom had a sister but she died a long time ago. Before I was born even. So my grandmother, became my legal guardian. She made me look at my parents autopsy photos and clean the clothes and carpet that were covered in their fluids. She kept me in the basement and beat me. Finally school started. My teacher noticed my bruises and asked me what had happened. I told her and she called CPS. I got home and my grandmother was waving a gun at the officers. She was naked and she was screaming about how the "liberal media was tarnishing poor Richard Nixon and how somebody should assassinate that uh um negro uh blower Kennedy." I honestly don't know what she was talking about. They took me away and a few days later I found out that my grandmother had dementia and had not taken her bipolar meds in a year. She is in a nursing home now but I am afraid to see her." Lana spoke.

"Do you have a home?" Mollie asked.

"No I am in a new foster home almost weekly." Lana spoke.

"Don't you have any family?" Mollie asked.

"My mom's sister was married but her husband does not want me. At least that's what my grandmother insisted. She was crazy but who would take in a kid they had never met? The child of your dead wife's equally dead sister." Lana scoffed.

"Hey Lana what was your grandmother's name again?" Mollie asked.

"Joann, why?" Lana questioned.

"Just curious and what was her last name?" Mollie asked.

"Fielding" Mollie replied.

"Were her daughters named Shannon and Samantha?" Mollie asked.

"Yes my mom was Samantha and her sister was Shannon." Lana replied.

"Did Shannon have any children?" Mollie asked.

"Yes a daughter named Kelly. My middle name is Kelly for her. She died with her mom." Lana explained.

"Lana was Shannon by chance married to a Jethro Gibbs?" Mollie asked.

"Yeah she was? How do you know all of this?" Lana asked.

"Because I know your uncle and I can safely say that if he knew about you, he would want you." Mollie replied.


A/N: How will Gibbs react to the fact that he has a niece he never knew about? New chapter will be up soon. Please review and thanks for reading.