Jimmy was thrilled to be able to see his daughter again. What he wasn't at all happy about were the circumstances that reunited them. He hated that Breena fell apart so bad and felt that running away was the best option for her. It killed him to see her in so much pain and know that he could do as much to help her as he could to help Lizzie. While Gibbs got dinner ready Jimmy walked into the living room and sat down beside Lizzie on the couch.

"Daddy?" Lizzie asked sweetly.

"What is it baby girl?" Jimmy asked.

"Did mommy leave because of me?" Lizzie asked.

"No, why would you think that?" Jimmy asked.

"You said she was sad and I am sick." Lizzie explained.

"No, Lizzie this isn't your fault. It's nobodies fault." Jimmy assured.

"I missed you and now I miss her." Lizzie commented.

"I know I miss her too and I really missed you." Jimmy explained.

"I'm scared" Lizzie admitted.

"I am too." Jimmy replied.

Gibbs stood in the doorway and watched the scene unfold. He felt for the Palmer family. To have a child fighting such a cruel illness, the rift it had caused in Jimmy and Breena's marriage, and now Breena's obvious and serious mental problems. He hated to see Jimmy's life fall apart. He hated that Lizzie and Tony had cancer. He wished that it could be him who was sick. Lizzie was just a child and Tony had suffered more in his life than anybody should. Lizzie's words stabbed his heart. Bad enough she had cancer but her mom had just left. It was all too much for a four year old to handle. He looked to Jimmy, who was struggling not only comprehend what had happened but also to explain it to his child. He could not imagine what that kid must be going through. The only good that came out of Kelly dying was that he didn't have to explain what had happened to her and where her mother had gone.

"Jimmy? Come here' Gibbs called.

"I have to go help Mr. Gibbs. you just stay here." Jimmy told Lizzie.

Jimmy got off the couch and walked into the kitchen. He was so grateful for Gibbs for not only trying to help him get through to Breena but also staying with him and helping him out with Lizzie. He knew that Gibbs would much rather be spending his time with Tony. In his defense Tony probably did need him more anyway. He stepped into the kitchen and Gibbs closed the door behind him.

"What is it, sir?" Jimmy asked.

"You aren't a kid nor are you a lower ranking Marine. You can call me Gibbs." Gibbs replied.

"Sorry I never call you sir. I only call Ducky and Ed that. I am just stressed and nervous." Jimmy explained.

"It's fine" Gibbs assured.

"What did you want to see me about?" Jimmy asked.

"I heard you talking to Lizzie." Gibbs commented.

"What did I do wrong?" Jimmy asked.

"You handled it perfectly." Gibbs assured.

"Then what's up?" Jimmy asked.

"You really can't handle this alone." Gibbs replied.

"Well what the hell am I supposed to do?! Breena left and even if she were here. She is falling apart and she is pregnant. It's way too much for her! If she went to Ed, he is going to take her side and hate me even more than before! I guess I could talk to Ducky but I don't know!" Jimmy cried.

"I mean you need professional help and Breena does too." Gibbs explained.

"Like a shrink?" Jimmy asked.

"Yes for you but Breena is in clear need of intense psychiatric therapy." Gibbs explained.

"I'll start calling the shrinks on the NCIS insurance tomorrow." Jimmy replied.

"I was thinking Rachel." Gibbs replied.

"No she is too close to me. I need somebody impartial." Jimmy explained.

"That is very mature of you." Gibbs commented.

"I have to be the adult now. Lizzie is just a kid and Breena is clearly falling apart. I promised to step-up and be the adult when Lizzie first got sick and now that Breena is sick too. I have to live up to my promise." Jimmy explained.

"Well you will not be doing it alone." Gibbs assured.

Ziva ran her hand through Tony's hair. When she pulled her hand away a large clump came with it. She opened her hand and studied the clump. She knew that chemo made people lose their hair but she didn't think it would happen to Tony. He had always prided himself on his hair and now he was losing all of it. She dreaded him waking up and seeing what had happened. He got so stressed out and scared already. She briefly considered getting super glue and reattaching the hair she had pulled off of his scalp. No that would put him at risk for a rash and he already had enough pain and medical problems. She set the hair on the table, stood up, and raced out of the room and down the hall. She was running so fast that she almost took out McGee.

"Whoa, Ziva what's wrong?" McGee asked.

"I was with Tony and he was sleeping and... and..." Ziva sobbed.

"Oh Ziva please tell me he didn't..." McGee started.

"He didn't die but I was stroking his hair and a big clump came out." Ziva explained.

"That happens to most chemo patients, Ziva. It's OK." McGee assured.

"I know but it shouldn't happen to Tony!" Ziva cried.

"He loves his hair but he knows it will grow back." McGee assured.

"What if it doesn't?" Ziva asked.

"Then he will at least know that he beat cancer and that will trump not having hair anymore." McGee explained.

"What if he dies and he is bald?" Ziva asked.

"Come on, Z be positive. You'll see it is going to be OK." McGee assured.

"I can't McGee." Ziva admitted.

"Come on let's get you a some soup and a nice beverage." McGee replied taking Ziva under his arms and guiding her towards the elevator.

A/N: Finally somebody stepping up to help Ziva. New chapter wll be up sppn. Please review and thanks for reading.