You know how I said this was a tragedy? Yeah, this is where that comes to play. I am sorry about this, but it has to happen. Please review?

"Daddy?" Sam questioned for the sixth time that hour his eyes trained on the front door.

J.D. sighed at the two year old's behavior. He was supposed to be in bed an hour ago, but every time the doctor tired to even pick him up Sam would scream as loudly as he could. He finally gave up hoping his son would tire himself out.

Sam was convinced that he couldn't go to sleep until his Daddy got home though. It was their routine. Glen was always there to put Sam to sleep and J.D. was always there to wake him up.

They had done this since they brought the little boy home and after the first time everyone knew better than trying to break their schedule. No one wanted to see the little boys blue eyes staring up at them in disappointment.

Dr. Cox had actually gone out of his way to make sure that their routine wasn't interrupted. There were times that there were emergencies that J.D. couldn't get out of, but those didn't happen often.

It was so weird how the older doctor seemed to help the couple more than anyone else. Don't get J.D. wrong Turk and Carla and Eliot helped a lot as well, but for some reason he seemed to go to Dr. Cox most often.

And his son loved him and Jack. Every weekend Sam and Jack ended up playing at the park and now that Jordan was pregnant again the blond was beyond happy. He kept asking if he got to be a big brother too.

It was really something to see when Sam would run up to the ginger bouncing up and down until he was picked up. The little boy loved his Uncle Perry and Jack.

J.D. was still best friends with Turk and he still hung out the with man more often than anything, but he was getting closer to the older doctor. It was odd to think of Dr. Cox as a friend, but he wasn't complaining.

"Daddy?" Sam repeated his daring to his Day Day, "Daddy home?"

J.D. tried to give his son a reassuring smile, but it was getting harder and harder for the doctor to control the worry that was filling him as well. He had to keep calm though.

Knowing that his husband was so late was putting J.D. on edge. It wasn't helping that his son would look over at him like the world was falling apart every few minutes. What made it worse was there was nothing J.D. could do.

A voice in his head kept telling the doctor that he should be worried. That he should call Glen or the hospital and figure out what was going on, but he couldn't do that. Not if he wanted to keep Sam relatively calm.

"Sam, baby," J.D. spoke carding a hand through his sons hair, "Come here."

"No sleep," Sam shook his head with a yawn.

"No, no sleep. Just cuddles."

Sam stared at his Day Day for a second before nodding his head and letting himself be lifted. Cuddling into the older mans chest the toddler let out another yawn. He was fighting so hard against sleep though that was all he wanted. He needed his Daddy though.

J.D. laid back letting his son blanket his chest a hand coming to rest on is back to keep him steady as the other raked through the soft blond hair. A low hum started in the doctors chest knowing it would help bring Sam to sleep.

The doctor kept the hum up until he heard his sons breathing even out. Letting out a deep breath J.D. looked over at the clock on the wall and felt his heart beat skip. It had now been two hours since Glen was supposed to be home.

Closing his eyes the doctor tried to push away images of the Janitor in some horrific accident, but he couldn't. Glen would never disappoint his son like this. He loved him too much. The only reasonable conclusion was that something horrible had happened.

The doctor felt tears start to stream down his face his teeth biting into his lower lip to stop sobs from falling from him. He couldn't let Sam know something was wrong until he was completely sure of it himself.

J.D. ended up falling asleep on the couch still waiting for some kind of news. When his eyes finally did open it was the the sound of knocking on the front door.

Moving slowly J.D. stood up and laid Sam down only to have the blue eyes sleepily open. For a moment J.D. thought of trying to get the child back to sleep, but he knew it would do no good.

Taking a shaky step towards the door J.D. swallowed back the bile in his throat. He had to keep calm. He couldn't let his emotions drive him until he knew what was going on.

The door opened to reveal Turk and Dr. Cox a pink box in the surgeons hands. J.D. opened his mouth to tell them that this joke wasn't funny. Instead a sob erupted from him. Without saying a word Dr. Cox pulled J.D. into a hug as Turk lifted the toddler up taking him back into his room.

"I'm sorry, J.D.," Dr. Cox whispered rubbing his back slowly, "We did everything we could."