All three kids and Gibbs, were throwing up and running low grade fevers. By morning Tony had vacuumed all three bedrooms and put five different sheet sets in the laundry. He had already made an emergency appointment for Tali with the pediatrician and the other two would be worked in, but Tony was not as worried for them. He just wanted Tali checked given how serious stomach flu could be for a baby. The pediatrician had advised him to take her to the ER if she showed signs of dehydration but so far she was keeping her pedialyte down and her color was as good as to be expected. Poor Jack seemed to be the worst off of any of the kids and Tony would give him the appointment slot ahead of Marley. The kids were not that bad to deal with. Tony had handled sick kids before. Even though until now it was only Jack and one time Victoria Palmer. Gibbs on the other hand was a nightmare. Tony would take thirty sick toddlers and a sick dog during a tornado. Before he would deal with a sick Gibbs.

"I don't need this! I will be fine in no time!" Gibbs cried throwing the bucket at Tony.

"I have put two different sheet sets of yours in the wash already! You are keeping the bucket!" Tony snapped.

"I am feeling better already." Gibbs insisted, before getting sick all over his third sheet set.

"You were saying?" Tony questioned.

"Just not the paisley sheet set. I hate that but Shannon insisted." Gibbs replied.

"You are getting what I find!" Tony snapped.

"Fine Jack!" Gibbs snapped.

"Thank you for the compliment." Tony replied, with a genuine smile.

Tony called Ducky to look after Gibbs while he took the kids to the doctor. He figured between Ducky being a doctor and having put up with Jethro for nearly three decades, he was without a doubt the best bet. Tony had to carry Jack and Tali to the car but Annalyse managed to make the walk. He tossed two buckets to the back and instructed Annalyse on what to do if Tali aspirated. Apparently the bug was going around. Because the waiting room was filled with children hunched over buckets, frazzled staff racing back to retrieve trashcans, mop buckets, and anything else that would contain vomit to a finite space. Parents were shoving at the information desk to get the next free slot. Poor Jack barely made it through the door. Before firing from both ends, blowing out of the pull-up Tony had put on the boy on the way out. Annalyse followed suit and Tali was third in line.

"All three at the same time? You poor thing. The good news is it's just a twenty-four hour bug." A mom informed Tony.

"First time deal with sick kids totally on my own and my dad is sick too. He is the worst." Tony sighed.

"Oh does your dad have health problems?" The mom asked.

"Worse he's a retired Marine who hasn't been sick in seventeen years and does not handle sick well. My grandfather had nightmares about his battle with chicken pox, right up until the day he died." Tony explained.

"You're in my prayers." The mom laughed.

Mercifully Dr. Clarke managed to see all three DiNozzo children. He sent Tony home with a shopping list. Thankfully Ducky was willing to mind the children and Jethro. While Tony did his grocery shopping. Tony never thought that grocery shopping would be relaxing. Until he was away from the stomach flu for a few minutes. At least he thought he was away from the flu. His stomach started aching as he walked through the store and by the time he was at checkout, there was no denying it. All he could do was close his eyes, breathe, and pray. By some miracle he made it out to the parking lot before his stomach emptied itself. He pushed the cart ahead of himself and hurled into the storm drain.

"Of course you throw up by the handicapped spot." A familiar voice groaned,

"Sorry" Tony apologized.

"Don't worry about it. Tim told me about the flu, we had it last week. Come on I will give you a ride home." Delilah assured.

Delilah drove Tony home and then went with Tim to pick up Tony's car. Jimmy ended up coming over to play caretaker to the DiNozzo's. Breena had taken Tori to visit her aunt down in Florida. With no risk of passing on germs and nothing to do. Jimmy was more than willing to step up. It was a long miserable night but some how they got through. Annalyse and Gibbs bounced back almost exactly at the twenty-four hour mark. The still nauseous Tony could not bear the smell of the macaroni they had heated up at five in the morning. Somehow he powered through and made it through the illness. Both him and Tali were feeling far better by evening and both managed to keep there dinners down. Jack on the other hand remained miserable throughout the second night. Eventually Tony gave up and just put a blanket and pillow on the bathroom floor. At least then he only had to clean the tiles. At four in the morning he was awoken by a blood curdling scream. Assuming Annalyse had just seen one of Jack's plastic creepy crawlers. He smirked and rolled over in bed. When he heard Gibbs scream. He knew that something was very, very wrong. He jumped out of bed and raced to the bathroom. Jack was lying unconscious on the floor, in a puddle of blood. A small trickle of blood was dried to the boy's mouth and he soon began to gag and wheeze. Tony raced over and fell to his knees beside his son. Jack's eyes rolled back as he vomited a puddle of pure blood. By now Gibbs was on the phone with 911.

"Yes my grandson, is vomiting blood."

"Three"

"No he hasn't eaten anything unusal. He did have the stomach flu."

"Well they gave him some medicine but his sister's are fine."

"As far as I know he doesn't have any allergies."

"325 Laurel Street"

"Fifteen to twenty minutes? We should be able to wait but if not I can drive them."

"Yes in that case I would let you know."

"Put something bright on the mailbox or send somebody out?"

"Great, bye"

"Annalyse, I need you to go wait for the ambulance. Can you do that?" Gibbs asked.

"Yes, Grandpa Gibbs." Annalyse replied.

A/N: What's going on with Jack? Poor Tony it's always something. New chapter will be up soon. Please review and thanks for reading.