Tony watched as Tali ran playfully ahead of him. Her black hair swung from side to side and she giggled as she skipped along. Tony watched her run and wondered how he would ever keep up with her. He called out her name, she whirled around, and ran back towards him. He opened his arms and she bounded towards his embrace. She was so close to him, that he could feel her smooth skin and her soft hair tickled his arms. Then out of the blue that truck came barreling out of nowhere. The force shoved him down and ripped her out of his arms. He looked down at her mangled corpse. He reached down to embrace her but she was yanked away. He saw a man with an eye patch laughing at him, a lit cigarette in his hands. He laughed in Tony's face calling him a sissy and spitting in his face.
Tony bolted up in bed, screaming, and gasping for air. The nightmare was the same but the structure of the dream was different. He was recalling a moment from the morning of the worst day of his life. What had once been a precious memory was now just another reminded that his daughter truly was dead. He wiped the sweat off of his forehead and frantically looked around the room. Wondering if dreams like this were going to become the new normal. If his happy memories were going to be replaced by the painful memory of Tali's death. Then there was the man with the eye patch. Who was he and why was it so funny that sweet Tali was dead. He was about to give up and make a feeble second attempt at sleep. When he saw a figure standing in the corner. It was the man with the eye patch. It was Trent Kort but he was dead. You didn't exactly survive getting shot at least four times. Even if you did you probably wouldn't be walking around so good this soon afterwards, but there he was. Standing in the corner of Tony's hospital room
"Help! Help! There's a man in my room! HELP!" Tony screamed.
Screaming was a big mistake because Trent was now charging the bed. Tony searched desperately for something he could arm himself with but came up short. He heard feet rushing up the hall and feared that it was Trent's minions coming to help do him in. Except Trent had not spoken, at least Tony hoped that he hadn't. The door burst open and a man in a pair of white scrubs rushed in along with a security guard.
"Where's the man Mr. DiNozzo?" The doctor asked.
"He's right here! At the foot of my bed! He has a gun!" Tony cried.
"Tony there's nobody there." The doctor replied calmly.
"He's there! He is! Please help!" Tony pleaded.
"Tony you are having an episode. We are going to need to put you on meds and adjust your therapy regimen. For tonight we are going to have to sedate you." The doctor explained.
"No please he is right there. He's right there! Please help me!" Tony cried.
It was a small wallet sized photograph, that showed Tali with a wide grin as she held onto a bright red tricycle. It was all that Ziva had to know her daughter. Gibbs had given it to her during his visit that afternoon. The doctors were not super thrilled to have Gibbs back in the room, after all the trouble he had caused during his previous visit. She had managed to convince them to let him see her. While he was there he had given her the photograph and he had promised more to her when they returned to the states. She was not thrilled about returning to America. Knowing that Tony would be there and that Gibbs would try to make things work between them. She did not want things to work out between them. Tony was a monster and a murderer and he deserved to rot in prison. If she never saw him again it would be far too soon.
Tim McGee watched Delilah as she slept. Her night shirt was tightly fitted and he could make out a tiny bump under the fabric. She wasn't huge most would think that she was bloated from menstruation cramps or a heavy meal but McGee knew that it was his baby. He was thrilled to have a child of his own. Especially since the doctors could not make any promises about fertility in the days following the explosion. The couple had agreed to try IVF at first but if that did not work out they would go down the route of adoption. News of the pregnancy was welcome to both Tim, Delilah, and their families. Tim just wished that it had come at a more welcome time. A time when he had not just helped his friend type an obituary for his own daughter. Tim's heart broke knowing that Tali would not grow up with his child. That she would not tease him or her and teach the baby to call it's daddy Probie. That Tony may not be the goofy uncle he should have been. The world was a cruel place and Tim was conflicted about bringing a child into it.
It was strange for Breena to be alone in her home. She had not been alone this long since Victoria was born. It was hard sending her baby girl away but Jimmy needed time to heal, and Ed had been dying to take her down to see his sister and her family. So in a way it actually worked out or it would have anyway. If Jimmy had not had his breakdown. He was rushed to the hospital after his second massive panic attack in a matter of hours. She wished that she could do something for her husband but what could she do? He was grieving for his friend's daughter and terrified of losing his own. Losing a child was every parents nightmare but when Jimmy lost the ability to keep his fears at the back of his mind. That is when it became apparent that he was in need of psychiatric help. Sending him away was rough but it was also necessary. Tori would be back in a week and Jimmy would be home when the doctors declared him fit to come home again. For now however Breena was on her own, her heart breaking in two for both Jimmy and for Tony.
A/N: Gibbs brings Ziva home in the next chapter but how will it go? New chapter will be up soon. Please review and thanks for reading.