Beads of sweat poured down Tony's forehead. His heart was practically beating out of his chest and he was literally trembling with fear. He hated fucking nightmares. He hated that the nightmares were back. They had started while he was in the hospital but went away not long after Ziva and him got back together. They were back now and with full force. He was suffering nightmares and flashbacks all over the explosion. He knew what was happening but he did not want to believe it. He did not want to be crazy or weak. He knew that if he came forward. They would tell him that he was not crazy or weak. It was a medical condition and nothing to be ashamed of but he was not going accept the spiel. That was just shrink talk. He knew the truth and he was not going to let this catch up with him. If he ignored it, it would go away and he would be just fine.

While Tony was dealing with his sleeping nightmare. Ziva was enduring a waking nightmare. AJ had been doing so well that evening but as the night wore on his condition had rapidly deteriorated. She absolutely despised that her son had so many complications and problems. He had been transferred from his regular room to the ICU and any hopes of being released were dashed. Instead of calling Tony at sun up, to remind him to make sure that AJ's room was ready. She was calling him in the dark hours of the early morning to tell him the bad news.

"Hello? Ziva?"

"Tony are you alright?"

"Yeah I am fine. What's going on?"

"They had to move AJ up to the ICU. His fever just spiked out of the blue and he started having really bad seizures."

"Do you need me to come over?"

"No don't disturb the girls. AJ is stable at the moment. I will call you back if there is any change."

"Thank you and give my best to AJ. Gibbs is taking the kids to school. So I can come in, in the morning."

"Visiting hours start at eight."

"I'll be there."

Just when he thought the fire and the nightmare were the worst things that could happen. He learned that AJ had taken a bad turn. He was losing his mind and apparently his prayer for stability had fallen on deaf ears. He yearned for the days when he could just call Gibbs and have him rush to his aide but those days were gone. Now that there were little foster Giblets running around. He could not just up and leave anymore. Maybe if Logan were a better behaved child, things would be different.

"What's wrong dad?" Marley asked.

"AJ took a bad turn." Tony replied, telling a half truth.

"Is he going to be alright?" Marley asked.

"He should be alright in a few days. You know how he gets." Tony replied.

"Why does he have so many problems?" Marley asked.

"Short answer because his father is a scumbag." Tony replied.

"Just a scumbag?" Marley questioned.

"Oh he is more than that but your mom doesn't like it when I curse in front of you kids." Tony explained.

"Can I visit him in the morning or after school?" Marley asked.

"You have to be sixteen to get into the ICU. Unless his condition deteriorates further, but I am hoping he will be back on the regular floor soon." Tony explained.

"When will he be home?" Marley asked.

"I don't know, but I hope that it's soon." Tony replied.

Logan slammed the door to his room and thrust his wallet hard against the wall. He could not believe Gibbs. It was almost like being in a prison. Scratch that prison would be better. At least if he were locked up he could smoke in peace. It wasn't like he had intentionally torched Tony's yard. It was just a stupid accident. No different than if they had knocked over their grill. Yet here he was grounded until he paid off the damage.

"Don't go slamming the door. You are going to wake your sister and brother." Gibbs warned.

"Well what else am I supposed to do? You took all my allowance and I am going to be grounded forever." Logan scoffed.

"Just until you pay off the damage." Gibbs replied.

"That's going to take forever. In case you are forgetting I can't legally get a job." Logan reminded.

"When I was a boy we would work odd jobs. Ya know stuff like yard work, cleaning, baby sitting. Sometimes I would do handyman work but that's just because my dad taught me to work with tools as soon as I could walk." Gibbs explained.

"Well most people pay professionals to do that. The ones who don't can't afford to pay much if anything at all." Logan scoffed.

"I actually got you your first job and they are willing to pay you ten dollars a day for a two to three day job. So that's thirty right there." Gibbs explained.

"What is it?" Logan sighed.

"My friend Leila needs some yard work done. That will be about a day and a half, then she needs somebody to help her paint her daughter's room. That will be another day and a half but she will pay you for every day." Gibbs explained.

"Ten dollars a day for yard work and painting? What year is this?" Logan spat.

"I would say it is fairly generous for a single mom." Gibbs commented.

"Still unfair" Logan muttered.

"Logan you set somebody's yard on fire. You are damn lucky that Tony didn't want to press charges. He could have." Gibbs reminded.

"Why do I have to pay for it to be fixed? He doesn't care about the lawn. He literally said that it was just grass." Logan questioned.

"They need the yard to be even so they can easily maneuver AJ's wheelchair." Gibbs explained.

"Don't bother. He's going to die anyway." Logan scoffed.

"How could you say such a thing?" Gibbs gasped.

"Because Luke died." Logan murmured.

"What?" Gibbs questioned.

"Because all cripples die! That's just what they do! No matter how much you care for them or whatever!" Luke snapped.

A/N: Will AJ be alright? Could Logan finally be opening up a bit? New chapter will be up soon. Please review and thanks for reading.