It wasn't fair, it wasn't right. Ten year old kids weren't supposed to die. They're bodies weren't supposed to give out. There was no scenario where this was fair or even logical. Four days had passed since AJ's death and the DiNozzo family was barely holding on. The loss had hit Tony and Marley the hardest. Lily was too young to really understand and the death hadn't really hit Ziva yet. She was devastated but part of her was still in denial. Today was unanimously that hardest day thus far. Today was the day of AJ's funeral. In keeping with Jewish customs, AJ had been buried five hours after his death. It was a small ceremony consisting of only the DiNozzo's and Gibbs. Today was the memorial service, that was open to the public. The family had gathered at Slater's Funeral Home, to say one final goodbye to their only son and brother. The other mourners would soon arrive.

Marley groaned and powered her phone down. Ziva had said she could keep it on during the service. So long as she kept it on silent and didn't remove it from her purse. Marley wasn't much of a phone person to begin with. She had a cheap smartphone and a decent plan, but it didn't matter much to her. She wasn't going to lecture her friends on how rude they were to constantly be buried in their devices. She just didn't care much for technology. Today especially despised having the world in her pocket. She was sick of the phony notes of apology from her teammates. Half of the team added "When will you be back?", "Hope you're back soon.", etc. None of them cared for her or AJ. They just wanted her back on the team. Maybe she was a good player but her brother had just died. Her dad had already fallen apart and her mom could barely keep it together. Marley's feelings were complicated. She was heartbroken but she was also happy. AJ had been so sick for so long. He deserved to be at peace and free of the pain. At least that's what she told herself. She feared that she was just grateful to be free of AJ's burden. He took up so much of her parents time and she was always resented him a little. She hated that AJ wasn't able to attend her games and if the sitter backed out. At least one parent had to stay home with him.

"Marley it's time to head out there." Ziva announced.

"Coming" Marley murmured.

Ziva sat in the front row of seats, her eyes fixed on AJ's portrait. She couldn't believe it, she refused to believe it. Her son was dead. Her only son was gone. She still had Lily and Marley was her daughter. Even if they did not share DNA, but AJ was her only son. He was the only one she had known since birth. She had held him in his first moments and his final moments. Her heart was shattered and destroyed. She had been denying it until now and avoiding it. Until now that is. There was no more denying it or hiding it. Sobs wracked her body as she trembled. She turned and looked for Tony but he was gone. She was truly alone in this misery.

"Ziva?" Gibbs called.

"Where's Tony?" Ziva asked.

"He went to the bathroom. He should be back soon." Gibbs replied.

"I need him." Ziva sobbed.

"He's been gone a while. I will go check on him." Gibbs offered.

"Thank you" Ziva sniffed.

This was by far the worst flashback. Tony was reliving every second of the day they first lost AJ. He could smell the stuffy air of the abandoned warehouse and hear the ticking of the bomb. He was cold and alone. That bastard was standing there mocking him. He heard foot steps as Adam raced towards him. He felt breath on his face and looked up to see that piece of shit standing in front of him. What was worse he opened his mouth and began to laugh.

"Ha-ha, the brat's dead. I can be back with Ziva. Best get lost you freak." Adam taunted.

"Bastard!" Tony cried lunging for Adam's throat.

Gibbs knew that something was wrong as soon as he saw Tony's face. He was pale and sweat profusely. His eyes carried a look of terror and he seemed to be lost. All Jethro did was ask if Tony was OK and that was enough to set him off. His eyes became crazed and he lunged for Jethro's throat. The next thing the Marine knew. He was lying on the floor, Tony was holding his neck with one hand and punching him in the face and chest with the other.

"YOU BASTARD! DIE! JUST DIE! FUCK YOU, ADAM!" Tony bellowed as he attacked.

"Tony it's me. It's Gibbs, it's just Gibbs. Adam is in a coma and never will wake up." Gibbs assured.

Tony came too in a dark room. Judging by the starchy sheets and stale odor he guessed he was in a hospital room. A bracelet hung off his arm, the plastic felt cold and damp on his wrist. He raised his hand and read the description; "Tony DiNozzo, M, 45, PSYCH WARD, PTSD." The last time he wore a psych ward bracelet was when he was dating Jeanne and it was very different circumstances. He turned his head and saw Gibbs sitting beside him, a look of grave concern etched on his face.

"When did the flashbacks start?" Gibbs asked.

"Just after Ziva and I got back from our honeymoon." Tony replied.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Gibbs asked.

"I didn't want to seem crazy." Tony confessed.

"You aren't crazy son. You are sick. You have PTSD. They are going to watch you for a few days and get you set up with a doctor." Gibbs explained.

"I am weak." Tony sighed.

"Tony, you watched your son get blown up, you lost your leg. Anybody would fall apart." Gibbs assured.

"What does Ziva think?" Tony asked.

"She is terrified for you." Gibbs replied.

"Am I going to be OK?" Tony asked.

"It's going to be a long hard road but we have your six. You will get through this." Gibbs assured.

A/N: Tony is finally facing his diagnosis. How will he come through? New chapter will be up soon. Please review and thanks for reading.