Bright and early the next morning Jimmy was on the way to Stillwater, with Gibbs and Tony. As hard as it was to leave behind the only home he had ever really known. It felt good to be making a fresh start. To move somewhere, where people did not know his tragedy and did not blame Tony for what happened. More than anything he hoped to find understanding in Stillwater. People who understood that while Tony was driving that night. He was not to blame for the accident. Understanding that he missed his wife and little girl but he really did want to be happy again. Gibbs had loaded the three's possessions into the back of his truck and was driving Tony. Who was not yet physically or emotionally ready to drive yet. While Jimmy traveled alone with Larry and, his diabetes supplies. Due to having to stop several times, to allow Larry to do his business. Jimmy arrived to Stillwater nearly an hour after Gibbs and Tony. He had only been to the town twice but managed to find Jackson Gibbs's house with relative ease. When Jimmy arrived Gibbs was unloading the truck. Jimmy put Larry in the back yard and began helping Gibbs.
"You fell behind us, are you OK?" Gibbs asked.
"Had to walk Larry around and give him water." Jimmy explained.
"He make the trip, OK?" Gibbs asked.
"Yeah but he is a bit stir crazy." Jimmy replied.
"So is DiNozzo. Of course the poor guy has been in the hospital for weeks." Gibbs explained.
"He doing OK otherwise?" Jimmy asked.
"As well as to be expected." Gibbs replied.
"Where is he?" Jimmy asked.
"Inside icing his knee. Get the rest of your stuff and then you can go talk to him." Gibbs explained.
"Alright" Jimmy replied, grabbing two of his bags from the back of the truck.
Tony was sitting on Jackson Gibbs's old couch, his leg stretched out in front of him, and a pack of ice was resting on his knee. Jimmy had announced the night before that he would be joining them in Stillwater. Which left Tony feeling even more conflicted and depressed. It was bad enough that he had forced Gibbs to uproot and move to Stillwater. Now Jimmy had decided to move too. Meaning he had forced two people from the homes they had shared with their families. The door opened, Jimmy walked inside, set his bags down, and then sat beside him on the arm of the couch.
"Hey Jimmy" Tony muttered.
"How are you feeling?" Jimmy asked.
"My knee is pretty sore." Tony admitted.
"You getting around OK, otherwise?" Jimmy asked.
"Yeah but the therapy is grueling." Tony explained.
"It has to be. Just be glad that your leg is healing and the doctors think that you will be back to normal soon." Jimmy explained.
"Guess I did get lucky." Tony sighed.
"How are you otherwise?" Jimmy asked.
"What do you mean?" Tony asked.
"Are you doing better emotionally?" Jimmy asked.
"I gotta go. Gibbs wants me to meet with the new physical therapists and I want to be in sweats in case they put me through a workout." Tony scoffed, picking up his crutches and leaving the room
"OK, but we have to talk about it later." Jimmy replied.
"We'll see" Tony mumbled.
"No! Tony! We are talking about this!" Jimmy snapped.
"Fine!" Tony snapped.
Gibbs brought the last of his bags in and put them up in Jack's old room. He had set Tony up in his childhood room and Jimmy would be in the guest room. He looked down at his watch and saw that he had ten minutes to spare before he had to take Tony to PT. He sat on Jack's bed and looked up at the ceiling. He would give anything for his dad to be here. Because certainly the old man would be much better at helping Tony. Than he could ever be. He was never good at comforting people but at least Jimmy had come along. The younger man was so calm and gentle, and he was equally desperate to help Tony through this ordeal. He heard Tony shuffling around in the next room. He pulled himself off the bed, walked across the hall to Tony's room, and knocked on the door.
"It's time to go." Gibbs called.
"Almost ready!" Tony called back.
"You need help?" Gibbs asked.
"No, I'm good." Tony replied.
"Alright, I will be downstairs." Gibbs replied.
Gibbs walked downstairs and found Jimmy sitting on the couch, running his fingers through Larry's fir. He took a seat near the younger man and began to scratch Larry's ears.
"Tony say anything to you?" Gibbs asked.
"I tried to talk to him but he just snapped at me and made an excuse to leave." Jimmy replied.
"When is he going to start coming around?" Gibbs asked.
"Tony is just as broken as I am. As you were. It is going to be a long time before he is back to normal. If he ever does get better." Jimmy explained.
"Shit" Gibbs sighed.
"At least you had the sense to make him come home with you. If he were alone. He probably would have done something stupid by now." Jimmy explained.
"Still don't fully trust him.. it's going to be a while before I leave him alone." Gibbs replied.
"Good and don't worry. I can sit with him if you ever just need to get out." Jimmy replied.
"Thanks kid" Gibbs replied.
"It's no trouble at all. Tony means the world to me." Jimmy assured.
"Same here, I just wish he would see that." Gibbs agreed.
"Me too. Me too." Jimmy sighed.
Tony changed into his sweats and began to make his way downstairs. Gibbs and Jimmy were sitting on the couch and he could tell that they were talking about him. They didn't trust him, they thought that he was some kind of nutcase. They had moved him out of DC and wouldn't let him be alone. Because they thought he was crazy. He was not crazy, he really did deserve to die.
A/N: Good thing nobody trusts Tony to be alone. New chapter will be up soon. Please review and thanks for reading.
