Breena was heavily medicated the day of Eddie's funeral. So heavily addled that she likely would not remember the event. Which given the circumstances were more than likely for the best. Her father rolled her into the room in a wheelchair. Her head was hung low and her mouth slightly agape. She responded with weak nods, yes or no.

"Last night was pretty bad. I had to take her in." Ed explained.

"From what I understand Mr. Palmer had a bad night too," Ducky replied.

"I wish she would talk to him." Ed sighed.

"I wish that he would talk to anybody." Ducky replied.

Jimmy was nursing a massive hangover the morning of his son's funeral. He had polished off Tony's beers during the night. He was regretting it now but also desperate to have more. When he drank he did not remember the past four years. He did not remember seeing his son get sick from chemo. He had no memory of treating radiation burns. He completely blanked on how Eddie should be starting preschool right now. How they had planned a funeral instead of a first day. He forgot his daughter growing up in the hospital, while her older brother wasted away.

Tony had found the rest of the beer cans that morning. Ziva had to make a trip to Walmart to pick up Tyler's prescription. She had offered to get him more but he had refused. He did not want to bring any more alcohol into the house, until Jimmy was gone. As much as he enjoyed knocking back with a cold one, after a hard day. He did not want his friend to fall down that road.

Jimmy pulled his head off the pillow. Two in the afternoon and he was still hungover. The funeral, what he remembered of it anyway was hell. He remembered sobbing hysterically as the minister read the eulogy. He remembered Breena barely being there and yet still furious with him. Breena had insisted on a closed casket. That was pretty weird for him. Seeing his son dead. He had seen Eddie dead the day that it happened but that was different. Eddie had been alive before that. The last time he left the house he had still be alive just hours before. He had gone cold but there was still signs that life had once been present. At the funeral Eddie was cold and pale. He was made up as a corpse and no matter how good the make up artist and hair stylist was. It was still clear that he was dead. The thought made Jimmy sick to his stomach but the hangover made him too weak to walk. So he got sick all over Tali's soft rug and instantly felt ever worse.

Breena started coming down around three. Her head was aching and her heart was heavy. She did not in fact remember her son's funeral but the pain would not go away. The mental pain was bad but it was somehow dwarfed by a physical pain. She could not remember anything of the previous night. Until her stomach began to cramp. Then she remembered. She had lost her second baby the day before. She had miscarried a child the day before her son's funeral. There was no world in which that was fair. It was a fate and pain worse than even her own death.

It was Jenny who found Jimmy lying on the floor in his own vomit. She had come into the room to get a toy for Tali. Jimmy remembered her screaming bloody murder. The screams made his headache even worse. Eventually Tony and Ziva came rushing into the room. Ziva took Jenny out and closed the door so the other children would not see. Tony helped him up and then helped him to the bathroom.

After the shower Jimmy felt much better. He changed into the fresh clothes Tony had brought for him and headed back to the room. The stain was still there and he could hear Ziva talking on the phone to a local store about renting one of those special vacuums. Instantly the guilt doubled. He had probably ruined Tali's rug. He hated himself.

Breena was sobbing into her pillow. The drugs had worn off and now she was feeling everything. She was beyond miserable. Ed was talking about taking her back to the hospital but that was the last thing she wanted. She did not want anymore drugs. As horrible as the pain was. The drugs made it worse. It was almost like she was trapped. She knew that things were bad but she could not process what had gone wrong.

That evening Tony and Ziva were sitting alone at the kitchen table. They knew that the coming days and weeks would not be easy. As long as Jimmy was here. They would have to keep alcohol out of the house. They would also have to watch Jimmy constantly. While Ziva was working less hours due to her pregnancy. There was a chance that Jimmy would be unpredictable and that would put their unborn child at risk. They had spent the afternoon calling around trying to find a facility that would keep Jimmy during the day. They had finally found a place that looked after adults who could not look after themselves. One part of the building housed adults with developmental and physical disabilities and the other handled adults with mental illnesses.

"I feel so terrible for him." Tony sighed.

"I know I hate to send him to a facility during the day." Ziva sighed.

"I know but we do not know how he will act. I don't want him to hurt you and I don't want him to hurt any of our children. He already scared Jenny half to death. Besides he will get treatment at the center. They had psychologists on staff. They had mandatory sessions but the shrinks also intervene if the patient has an episode on campus. There is an ambulance right there and they can get him to the hospital in record time. In case... something happens." Tony explained.

"I know but it still does not seem fair." Ziva replied dejectedly.

A/N: At least Tony and Ziva are looking out for Jimmy. New chapter will be up soon. Thanks for reading and please reiew.