Charity stood staring at her grandmother. She couldn't believe that the woman who had hurt her worse than anyone else on the planet was there. "May I come in?" Joann asked.

Charity stood there for a moment debating with herself. She don't know what compelled her to do so, but she stepped aside to let the woman enter. Joann walked in and Charity shut the door behind her. "What are you doing here?" Charity asked, finally finding her voice.

"I came to see my baby." She said. "I've missed you."

"I'm not your baby and I haven't missed you." Charity said, coldly.

Tony and Gibbs walked in from the kitchen to see who was at the door. Tony was surprised to see Joann there, but Gibbs wasn't. Tony looked at Gibbs unsure of what to do. Gibbs made a motion towards the basement door. The two of them headed to the basement to give Charity and Joann some privacy.

Joann looked at her granddaughter. "Baby, please don't shut me out? I know your father has told some aweful things about me..."

Charity made a slicing motion with her hand, as if cutting her grandmother's sentence in the air. "No! Don't you dare start blaming Daddy for what you brought on yourself!"

"What are you talking about?" Joann inquired.

"You are the reason I don't want anything to do with you!" Charity shouted her voice shakey with tears.

"What do you mean, baby?" Joann asked.

"Quit calling me baby!"

"Just tell me what I did that made you so angry with me?"

Charity had tears streaming down her face. Her cheeks and eyes were red.

Joann reached a hand out to wipe away the tears. Charity jerked away from the woman's touch. Joann pulled her hand back as if Charity had slapped her. "What did I do?" She asked again, this time her voice small and weak.

Charity wiped her face. Then she stared her grandmother down for a moment. "You tried to take me away from my Daddy."

"I did that because it was best for you." Joann replied.

"Tell me something?" Charity said, anger taking over her entire being. "In what sick and twisted universe is taking me away from my daddy after waking up from a coma and finding out that my mom and my big sister were dead, is best for me?"

Joann opened her mouth to respond, but Charity spoke before Joann could. "I'll tell you what sick and twisted universe, the one that exists inside your head!"

"I just didn't think your father could raise you by himself. I mean he was away all the time..."

"Because that was his job." Charity said. "That's what he did to provide for us. To help make this world a better place for us."

"But he wasn't able to be a real father to you and your sister. Without your mom, I didn't see it being possible for him to raise you."

Charity let out a sarcastic laugh. "The fact that he had to spend so much time away from us, made him an even better father than most. He appreciated and still appreciates the time with his family."

"But..." Joann began.

Charity cut her off again. "Why can't you just admit that the reason you wanted to raise me was for a selfish reason? It's always selfish with you."

Joann looked her granddaughter square in the eye. "Fine, I had lost my daughter and my oldest granddaughter. I figured that since your mother wasn't around that I wouldn't get to see the only granddaughter I had left."

Charity scoffed. "That's your problem, you can only see what you lost. You lost your daughter and oldest granddaughter. Daddy and I lost them, too. Daddy lost the love of his life and his oldest daughter. I lost my mom and my big sister."

"I...I..." Joann said, unable to think of what to say.

"Just get out." Charity said. "Get out now and don't you dare come back."

Joann walked back to the door. She opened it and started out. She turned back to have one last look at her granddaughter. She's such a beautiful young woman. She looks like her mother. Then she shut the door and headed for her car.

Once her grandmother was gone, Charity dropped to her knees and let the pain take over her. She let the hot tears flow freely, feeling as if a knife had opened the old wound of the loss of her mother and sister. After a few moments more, she pulled herself together. She headed over to the basement door. She headed down the steps.

Tony and Gibbs both looked up from the boat at her. "Are you alright?" They asked.

"Yeah." Charity answered. "I need to go out for a little bit and clear my head. Keep an eye on AJ, okay?"

"You want one of us to come with you?" Tony asked, obviously worried.

"No, I need to be alone. I'll be fine, though." She answered.

"Okay." Tony replied. Then he and Gibbs both watched as Charity headed up the stairs. Both had worried expressions on their faces.