"How long?" Tim was sitting quietly beside his typewriter as he listened to his Mother on the other end of the line. "I can use up my vacation time and…if uh…if the Doctors are right then I can use my bereavement leave as well." He cleared his throat and nodded. "I'll do whatever you want me to do Mom…don't worry my life wont be put on hold. You guys are more important…I'll call Sarah in a little while; she's arranging some things with her professors…okay I will…love you too." He closed his phone and rubbed his forehead. He pulled up to his typewriter and let his fury of emotions, literally pour themselves onto the page.

L.J Tibbs was never the kind of man you'd expect to cry, let a lone experience a big belly laugh. But once in a blue moon, you saw a glimmer of emotion shine through. And today, a blue moon was shining.

Agent McGregor had just finished signing his papers to request leave, when Tibbs shadow cast itself over his desk. "Something I can do for you boss?"

"I was going to ask you the same question."

He looked up almost shocked. "I'll be okay."

"That's not what I asked…what can I do?"

"I was filling out these papers for leave…"

Tibbs reached over and turned them around to read them. "Take all the time you need…and if the Director has something to say about…refer her to me." He leaned over and patted him on the back. "You don't have to act tough kid, it's not all its cracked up to be, believe me."

McGregor watched him retreat behind his own desk and quietly smiled. Maybe he would be okay after all.

"Do I know you?"

The taller man shook his head as the two agents guarding the door reached for his arms with one hand and their side arm with the other. "Easy, what I have to say is important."

Tony sat up and switched off the TV. "It better be, cuz Hannibal is on the jazz and you're making me miss it."

"I'm Blake Stanton."

He shook his head and reached for the remote control. "Doesn't ring a bell…so either explain what you're doing here, or my two friends here will show you out of the door permanently."

"I'm dating your partner…"

"McGee?" He hid a smile. "You know I always suspected…what with the feminine glow and the teeth whitening…"

He put up his hand. "No…your other partner. Ziva."

Tony waved for the Agents to let him go and motioned for them to step outside. "And what about her?"

"She's in trouble."

"Um, and you're coming to me because?"

"She said she trusts you with her life, so I figured who better?"

Tony smiled. "She said that?"

"Well not in so many words…you just gotta know how to read her."

He nodded. "You're telling me…" He took in a deep breath. "Okay out with it."

"I'm married."

Tony scratched his head and tried not to laugh. "I think you're the one who's in trouble here dude. You definitely messed with the wrong chick."

"I know, I know…"

"Your wife found out?" Tony responded with an implied tone and assumed that was the sort of trouble Ziva was in. "Cuz even if she did, Ziva can take care of herself, believe me. Your wife should be the one to worry about."

"It's not my wife that found out."

Tony squinted his eyes and read Blake's expression. "You dog! Another girl?"

"Technically my ex wife…it's a long story."

He waved both his hands back and forth. "Okay, hold up. You're telling me that your ex-wife is after Ziva because she rolled around in the hay with you a few times? You gotta do better than that."

"If I was lying, would I of known you were in the hospital?"

Tony looked him up and down. "That is a good point. How the hell did you know I was here?"

"My ex….she's insane…she…"

Tony almost fainted as he interrupted him. "Uh…Stanton…your ex…her first name isn't Jessica is it?" He stuttered through the phrase and watched as Blake only nodded.

"Blake?"

"Yeah?"

"Pinch me."

"Bail…bail?"

"Im aware of what I said…"

Gibbs was fuming and all Jenny could do was attempt to settle him down. Something she knew was futile.

"Bail?"

"Jethro…"

"Bail?" He started to pace back and forth then stopped. "She confessed to dosing DiNozzo…one of my Agents…"

"One of my agents as well…"

"My team…now how in the hell do you explain a psycho path like that getting out on bail?" He repeated the word 'bail' over and over until Jen stood up.

"Do I look like a judge to you?"

Gibbs simply shook his head. "Right now you don't look like much at all…certainly not the Director of a federal Agency…"

"You're out of line Agent Gibbs…"

"You aint seen nothing yet." He stormed out of the office and reached for his phone to dial as he ascended down the stairs. "DiNozzo…"

"Boss…I was just about to call you…we got a problem…"

Gibbs nodded. "Damn right we do…"