Gibbs was in the middle of changing JJ when he heard the glass break. He finished up as quickly as he could while still getting his grandson properly cleaned. He was lying JJ in his crib when he heard Tony's yelling from next door. "Just wait until I am dead! It will be the best day of your life!" those words stung his heart like a knife. Why wouldn't Tony just accept that he was loved and valued? Why did he just fall apart so suddenly? He had his issues after his incident but after he got JJ he came around and was happier than Gibbs had seen him in years. Then out of the blue he was worse off than he had ever seen him. The fact that it had happened out of the blue was even more concerning. Usually when Tony sank into a depressive state. The process was slower. He would get less and less perky until he was wallowing in self pity. This time however it was nearly instantaneous. One minute Tony was a happy and bubbly giant child and now he was emotionally devastated and hysterical. Gibbs left Jack's room and ran to Tony's side. By the time he got there. He was lying on the floor punching the carpeting and sniffing.

"Tony?" Gibbs called picking up his son's chin.

"Go" Tony begged.

"God Lord, what happened to your hand and face?!" Gibbs cried noticing Tony's wounds for the first time.

"I fell" Tony lied.

"Tony's that's glass!" Gibbs yelled noticing the shards.

"Hit the mirror." Tony replied.

"Hit or punched?" Gibbs questioned.

"Same difference" Tony replied.

"Why did you punch the mirror?" Gibbs asked.

"Didn't like what I saw." Tony replied.

"What did you see?" Gibbs asked.

"Ugly, worthless bastard" Tony replied.

"Really because I see my beautiful and beloved eldest son." Gibbs replied.

"Good for you." Tony scoffed.

"I am calling Rachel in the morning and she is coming to help you." Gibbs replied.

"Great waste her time." Tony sighed.

"Rachel cares very deeply about you. It is not wasting her time. She is doing her job." Gibbs explained.

"Not worth it. Others need her more." Tony replied.

"Please stop talking like that." Gibbs begged.

"It's true" Tony argued.

"Come on let's get you cleaned up." Gibbs replied picking Tony up and guiding him down the hall.

"No I need to bleed." Tony argued.

"Get up and come with me!" Gibbs ordered.

Liam heard the screams from downstairs. He could not believe that Gibbs did not have a room for him yet. Tony had a room and the baby had a room. According to Gibbs Tony was supposed to move into the nursery but he never did and now he was stuck sleeping in the living room. Gibbs had offered the master bedroom but he had turned it down. No sense taking up the biggest bedroom. Gibbs was like the fourth guy his mom had ditched him with and claimed that he was his dad. Except Gibbs had left him in the boy's home for four days. He wished that Noah hadn't left. His parents had always let him stay with them. To be fair they hadn't left.

"Hey Liam" Gibbs greeted.

"Why is Tony moving?" Liam asked.

"He's moving in the morning." Gibbs replied.

"What's wrong with him?" Liam asked.

"Have you ever been depressed?" Gibbs asked.

"Couple times" Liam admitted.

"Well Tony has clinical depression and that means that he has bouts of depression not always brought on by a sad experience." Gibbs explained.

"Oh" Liam sighed.

"You sure you don't want the bed?" Gibbs asked.

"Yeah" Liam replied.

Tony stood at the foot of the stairs. He could not help but over hear what Gibbs had told Liam. He hurt for that child. No ten year old would grasp the concept of depression that easily unless they had been through a lot of heartache. Lynn was a real piece of work and whoever had played the role of Liam's dad wasn't much of a father. He had never met the guy. So he couldn't assume that he was the grade a bastard of a father that Senior had been but he wasn't a loving dad. Liam was lucky to have Gibbs. Gibbs was an amazing father. The years he had spent being Gibbs's son. Were the best of his life but that time was over. He was just the man who lived in his house and would soon reside in the house behind his. Maybe if he had stayed an agent. He would have managed to keep his dad's respect a little bit longer.

"Trouble sleeping?" Gibbs asked turning to go upstairs.

"Sort of" Tony replied.

"Want some tea?" Gibbs asked.

"Nah" Tony replied.

"Well if you take pills I am supervising you." Gibbs replied.

"Why?" Tony asked.

"Well if it weren't for you punching the mirror and then punching your face with the shard filled fist. I would have believed those scars on your arm were from shaving but I am not an idiot." Gibbs explained.

"What are you going to do?" Tony challenged.

"Give me your knife." Gibbs ordered.

"Why so you can give it to your new son Liam?!" Tony demanded.

"No! So you don't keep slitting your wrists with it!" Gibbs yelled.

"Oh cut the crap Gibbs! You've attempted suicide before!" Tony snapped.

"I know and I don't want my son to be the same way." Gibbs explained calmly.

"I don't want to either." Tony sniffed.

"OK then let me help you." Gibbs begged.

"C...Can you?" Tony asked.

"Not on my own but Ducky and Rachel said they would help." Gibbs explained pulling his son into a tight hug.

A/N: Finally Tony made a break through. New chapter will be up soon. Please review and thanks for reading.