As it turned out Gibbs did not fully trust Jimmy either. Because he ended up having to go with Gibbs and Tony to Tony's therapy appointment. If he was being perfectly honest, he didn't fully trust himself to be alone either. The last time he had been alone. He had forgotten to monitor his diabetes for a full twenty four hours. Besides he really did want to be there for Tony. Visitors were not allowed into the PT room, unless it was under special circumstances. So Gibbs and him were sitting on a bench outside the room waiting for Tony to come out. Jimmy had taken his glasses off and was rubbing his temples. As much as he was hurting, he was still more concerned for Tony. His concern for his friend was ever growing. Tony had cried the entire drive to the therapy center and neither Gibbs nor Jimmy could get him to open up.

"Everything OK, kid?" Gibbs asked.

"Why was Tony crying?" Jimmy asked.

"Why do you think?" Gibbs asked.

"Right but I mean is he feeling guilty or is he just that broken or what?" Jimmy asked.

"Tony is destroyed by guilt but with any luck if we stay by his side he will find his way." Gibbs explained.

"I wish I had stayed home that night." Jimmy sighed.

"You can't change the past and trust me I wish that I could." Gibbs sighed.


Tony finished his therapy and everybody went home. Jimmy was now sitting cross legged on his bed. It was a double bed with a pale blue comforter and light green sheets. The room had a fairly tropical theme which was shocking to Jimmy. Granted he didn't know Jackson that well but the senior Gibbs had not seemed like a beach guy. He was a lot like Jethro actually but older and a lot more talkative and open. A picture sat on the nightstand of a very young Jackson Gibbs in his Army/Air Force Uniform and a beautiful red headed woman who must have been Jethro's mother. The picture was taken high up but Jimmy was certain that Anne was pregnant with Jethro in that picture.

"Dinner will be ready in ten." Gibbs said.

"Oh OK" Jimmy rambled.

"That was taken the day my dad got back from the war. He was supposed to be gone a year but he messed up his knee in the fifth month and ended up getting back three weeks before I was born. My mom said it was a God thing." Gibbs explained.

"She was beautiful." Jimmy remarked.

"She was" Gibbs sighed.

"How old were you when she died?" Jimmy asked.

"Nine, my dad set this room up for her. She loved the beach. He preferred a creek, lake, or river in the middle of the woods but when she got sick and we knew there was no hope. He wanted to take her to the beach but there wasn't money and she was too weak. So he did the next best thing." Gibbs explained.

"He must have really loved her." Jimmy remarked.

"He did and that's why it was so hard when he found out that LJ had helped her die." Gibbs explained.

"LJ helped her die?" Jimmy asked.

"Yeah he turned his back and she overdosed. That's why they didn't talk for forty years." Gibbs explained.

"But it wasn't his fault." Jimmy sighed.

"Jack learned that in the end." Gibbs replied.

"At least there's that." Jimmy replied.

"Actually maybe LJ could help Tony." Gibbs remarked.

"Maybe he could." Jimmy replied brushing off the fact that Gibbs was not listening to him.

"I am going to call him." Gibbs replied.

"Do that" Jimmy agreed.


Tony looked around Gibbs's childhood room. He still could not understand why his boss had given him his childhood room. He certainly did not deserve it and even worse Jimmy was stuck in the tiny guest room across the hall. Jimmy shouldn't be here, Gibbs shouldn't be here, and he certainly did not deserve to be here. He desperately wanted to go for a walk but apparently he could not be trusted to be alone and, Gibbs was cooking dinner and Jimmy was resting. So he just walked over to the bed and looked out the window. Theoretically this would be the ideal place to start over. Because nobody knew his story but they would learn it before long. Jimmy or Gibbs would tell everybody and they would start hating him, just like everybody back home had.

"Dinner's ready" Jimmy said.

"Oh OK" Tony sighed.

"Gibbs is going to get you some help." Jimmy replied.

"Don't bother, I am a killer." Tony mumbled.

"Tony" Jimmy whispered, walking over and placing his hands on Tony's shoulders.

"When will we get back to normal?" Tony asked.

"We won't but with have each other." Jimmy assured.

"I don't deserve you." Tony argued.

"No you don't deserve the way you were treated back home." Jimmy corrected.


LJ Moore was sitting on his couch enjoying the "TIME LIFE, WORLD WAR TWO" series that Jackson had given him. It was the last gift old Jack had given him before he died. He still missed the old guy and truly wished that he had made up with him sooner. Maybe he had been wrong but still he wished that they had talked sooner. He now knew that he could never get those forty years back. He heard his phone ringing and leaned over and picked up his Jitterbug phone.

"Hello?"

"LJ? It's me Jethro."

"Jethro? What's up?"

"I actually need your help with something. If your up to it."

"For you Jethro, always. So what do you need?"

"My friend Tony was involved in a fatal car accident. Physically he is OK but mentally he is really struggling and I just thought that you could help after everything that happened with my parents all those years ago. Again if you are up for it."

"I will be more than happy to help you."


A/N: Hopefully LJ will be able to help Tony. New chapter will be up soon. Please review and thanks for reading.