Gibbs stumbled up the basement steps. He was so tired and lost but he didn't think he would be able to sleep. His evening had started so nice and peaceful. Then in a matter of hours he had found out that Abby was being abused and McGee was an alcoholic and the Ducky had died. Ducky was dead. His best friend. The person he could talk to about anything. Was gone forever and so close to the anniversary of Tony's death. He was so sick of losing people.

"Gibbs?" Robby called.

"What are you doing up?" Gibbs asked.

"Mom told me what happened I am sorry." Robby replied.

"Thanks" Gibbs replied.

"Had Ducky been sick? I mean I know he had a heart attack a few years ago." Robby asked.

"He had been in great health. At least I thought he had." Gibbs replied.

"Are you going to be OK?" Robby asked.

"Yeah it's just a shock. Ducky was the last of my old buddies from NCIS." Gibbs replied.

"What about Abby?" Robby asked.

"It's different with Abby. I love her and consider her a good friend." Gibbs replied.

"But it's different with her being a girl?" Robby guessed.

"Bingo" Gibbs replied.

"You have any good friends outside NCIS?" Robby asked.

"Not really. I have always had trouble fitting in." Gibbs admitted.

"Me too." Robby replied.

"Robby I want to make it clear that I am your father first. Even if you are an adult. As long as you are here. I am your superior but I consider you a great friend." Gibbs replied.

"You are a good friend to Gibbs and don't worry I will respect you." Robby replied.

"That's good because I need you to go to sleep because I am going to need your help at the store tomorrow." Gibbs explained.

"Of course Gibbs." Robby replied.

Jimmy walked through the door. He was supposed to pick up Ben and Delilah at eight. After that he would drop them off with Ziva. So that he could perform Ducky's autopsy. He was exhausted both physically and mentally. At least he would have his kids back soon. He just hoped that he would be able to keep himself together and not lose them again. He walked down the hall, to the master bedroom. The room he never had shared with Breena and never would. Across the hall was Ben's bedroom and next-door was Delilah's nursery. By this time tomorrow, his babies would be sleeping in their rooms. He looked at the photo on the bedside table. The only family photo they would ever have. It was taken at Breena's baby shower when she was about six and a half months along with Delilah. Ben was sitting on his lap pointing excitedly at Breena's swollen stomach. Before he knew it he was crying for the umpteenth time that evening.

"I am not going to screw up again. I will be the best father ever." Jimmy vowed.

McGee blinked his eyes the sun was too bright and the children playing down the street were too loud. He was seriously doubting the rumors that modern kids spent all their time inside playing video games or maybe that was just the hangover talking. He squinted his eyes shut and prayed that he would be able to go back to sleep until this hell was over. Even though he knew he would just get wasted again as soon as he woke up. He was almost asleep when somebody began pounding on the door. He pulled himself up off the floor and stumbled to the front door. Gibbs was on the other side and he looked pissed.

"Boss?" McGee slurred.

"I haven't been your boss in over a year!" Gibbs snapped.

"Then why are you here?" McGee asked.

"You have some explaining to do Timothy!" Gibbs snapped.

"About what?" McGee asked.

"You mind telling me why Abby is divorcing you and you are drinking yourself into oblivion every night? What is the job too much or are you just that selfish?!" Gibbs demanded.

"Tony died!" McGee sobbed.

"Don't you think I know that?" Gibbs questioned.

"No when Tony died I fell apart! I don't love Abby! I only married her because she was pregnant and Tony was dead!" McGee ranted.

"What are you talking about?" Gibbs asked.

"Never-mind! Just get out! I will sign the papers!" McGee snapped.

"It's not that simple McGee. You have two soon to be three kids and even if they parents are divorced. They still need to know their father. So you will be going to AA and I will be taking all of your alcohol so that Abby can trust you again." Gibbs explained.

"How will you know if I go to AA or not?" McGee questioned.

"I will drive you." Gibbs grunted.

"You wouldn't treat Tony like this!" McGee snapped.

"Tony would never get this way! Both his parents were drunks and both beat the shit out of him multiple times when he was growing up." Gibbs explained.

"Well I'm not Tony!" McGee shot back.

Jimmy stood over his mentor's cold body. Part of him was still in enough denial that he could convince himself that Ducky had merely fallen asleep on the autopsy table. Except he knew that wasn't true. His mentor was gone and now he was facing his autopsy. Part of him wished that Ducky had died under a doctor's care in the hospital of an obvious heart attack. So he would not have to do an autopsy. Just make arrangements and tell Ducky's family back in the UK but because Ducky died in the ER of unknown reasons. He had no choice but to do an autopsy. There was one advantage to doing the autopsy though. It would give him closure and improve his chances of staying together for Ben and Delilah.

"Bet you never thought you would be on the other side of an autopsy huh doctor?" Jimmy asked.

"On the contrary Jimmy. I expected myself to end up on this table many times in my life. Of course the most recent was my heart attack in two thousand and twelve." Ducky explained.

"Really?" Jimmy asked.

"Of course it is a natural feeling especially when you get to be my age." Ducky replied.

"Well I am glad you lived as long as you did." Jimmy replied.

"Me too." Ducky replied.

"How are Tony and Breena doing?" Jimmy asked.

"They are happy of course but they do miss you being with everybody down here. They wanted me to say you and Ziva have their blessing to be together if you would like." Ducky explained.

A/N: At least McGee admitted how he felt to Gibbs. New chapter will be up soon. Please review and thanks for reading.