It had now been a week since the shooting and the family hadn't even begun to pick up the pieces. Mica was not letting anybody in, Kristen and Abby were grieving over Kristen's injury, Olivia was adjusting to life with the Palmer's, and Gibbs had not been in contact with anyone since leaving Delaware. The other agents and NCIS employees were beginning to get angry with him. The more they searched the more obvious it became that he had intentionally disappeared off the face of the Earth. They all could see Mica falling apart but none of them could get her to open up. No matter how hard they tried. She needed her dad more than ever right now.

Mica waited until McGee and Delilah had left the room to throw her food out. She hoped that they hadn't or wouldn't notice that she hadn't eaten in almost three days now. The only reason she was changing her clothes was because she knew that McGee and Delilah would notice if she stopped changing or showering. At this point she was completely depressed. She missed her family and any normalcy in her life. She heard McGee's cellphone ringing in the other and momentarily perked up. Maybe it was her dad calling? Maybe he was coming home? Maybe things were finally going to be normal again?

"Mica! Come in here!" McGee called.

Mica jumped up and practically ran into the living room. Her dad had to be calling that had to be what was going on. She knew that he would come home. She knew that he couldn't stay gone forever. Suddenly she wished that she hadn't thrown out her dinner. Suddenly she was hungry again and she wanted to be happy or at least try to be.

"You called me?" Mica asked.

"That was the police department in Delaware." McGee started.

"Something happened to my dad, didn't it?" Mica asked.

"No, Mrs. Hollis was brought in four days ago." McGee replied.

"Why didn't they call sooner?" Mica asked.

"It took her that long to confess and give the name of the shooter." McGee explained.

"Who's the shooter? Where is Mr. Hollis?" Mica asked.

"Mr. Hollis is dead, your dad shot him. The person who shot up the school was a Lance Brighton. He is twenty nine years old and we have reason to believe that he is Mrs. Hollis's son." McGee explained.

"So can I finally go back to school?" Mica asked.

"Yes you can start back to your normal life tomorrow." McGee replied.

"Wait, where is my dad?" Mica asked.

"I don't know. He reported the Hollis's to the police but he hasn't been seen since." McGee explained.

"Why? Why is he still hiding?" Mica asked.

"I don't know." McGee replied.

"Well will he ever come back? I need him." Mica asked.

"I don't know Mica but, I hope so. I really hope so." McGee replied.

"I need him. I really... really need him. How could be so selfish? He's a dad. He's supposed to put me first." Mica sniffed.

Kristen pretended to be asleep while her mom talked to her doctors. She was scheduled to be moved to a rehabilitation facility the next day. She was not looking forward to starting the intensive rehab. She knew that intense rehab may lead to her learning to walk again. She hated that this happened to her. She was never athletic. She wasn't a dancer or anything else that required the use of her legs. She liked basketball OK but they had wheelchair basketball. She also knew that paraplegics could and did live normal and incredibly productive lives. McGee's girlfriend Delilah was paralyzed from the waist down and she still worked for the Department Of Defense and had worked joint cases with NCIS. Still she had her doubts. She wondered if that was normal or if she was just a mopey little brat. She should be grateful that she was alive instead of pitying herself for being paralyzed. What was even more pathetic was the fact that she was only paralyzed from the hips down and there was a chance that she would be able to walk again. It's not like her spine was severed or shot.

"I hate this!" Kristen hissed under her breath.

Olivia closed her history book. She had managed to get all of her homework done before dinner but she wanted to double check a few facts in her history notes. Before her family died, when she was still at her old school she got her homework done in under two hours but when she was at Ivy it took her most of the night and she usually had more to do in the morning. Vivian took pride in calling her dumb. Even though the only reason that Vivian had good grades was because her dad made large donations to the school. Olivia shook her head. She needed to forget about Ivy Academy and the Hollis's she was living in DC and attending Harrison Elementary. She was safe and loved with the Palmer's. She just wished that her parents and siblings were still alive. Even one of them would be good. If somebody she loved would just come to her and show her that they were still alive.

"Are you getting ready for bed?" Jimmy asked from the doorway Breena was standing beside him.

"I was just about to get in the shower." Olivia replied.

"Before you do that. Can we talk to you about something?" Breena asked.

"Yeah sure" Olivia replied nervously.

"You aren't in trouble." Jimmy assured.

"Our adoption agency called." Breena started.

"And they have a little boy who needs a home and they were wondering if we would like to take him in." Jimmy finished.

"Oh OK" Olivia replied.

"Are you OK?" Jimmy asked.

"Are you still going to adopt me?" Olivia asked.

"Of course we are. We were just wondering if you would be OK with us taking in another kid so soon after you joined us." Breena assured.

"Yeah of course. I really miss having siblings." Olivia replied.

"Great we will call the agency back first thing in the morning." Jimmy replied.

"What do you know about him?" Olivia asked.

"He is about a year and a half old and he was found living in a shed in Delaware. Not too far from where you went to school actually." Jimmy explained,

A/N: Gibbs has a huge breakdown in the next chapter but it will help finally bring him home. New chapter will be up soon. Please review and thanks for reading.