Between AJ's death and Tony's diagnosis, Tony and Ziva decided to just get away for a while. It was by no means a fancy/luxury vacation. They just headed up to Gibbs' cabin for the week. Tony couldn't return to the field until being cleared by his psychologist and Ziva's work was mainly freelance. Though she was looking to return to the office, when her bereavement leave ran out. With AJ gone and both girls in school. She had no need to be in the house. Unless Tony could not be left alone that is.

So far Tony was not exhibiting any extreme side effects, from his medication. He was meeting with his therapist twice and week, and so far doing great. The flashbacks were reduced and not as severe. He was learning to accept, that AJ was not his fault. He had done all he could to save AJ the day of the explosion but Adam's greed had been too strong. He was also working on focusing on the fact that AJ was free now. It was hard to stay positive knowing that his son had died. He woke up every morning with a broken heart. He wanted only to hold AJ in his arms and tell him how much he was loved. Instead he would have to settle for holding AJ's ashes. AJ's remains had been delivered the day before Tony and Ziva left for the cabin. He had arrived in simple box, because Tony and Ziva could not decide on an urn. Well Ziva couldn't decide. The children's urn and headstone sections of the catalog was about as soul crushing as you could imagine. Tony could not even look at that horrible book. He welled up just thinking about it.

"Tony?" Ziva called.

"I can't think about AJ's urn right now." Tony blurted out.'

"Don't worry, remember what Gibbs said? No memorial magazines, no planning, just grieving and being together." Ziva reminded.

"I feel bad leaving the girls. They are mourning too." Tony commented.

"We need this time. We need to mourn so we can parent them." Ziva replied.

"Do you think they are OK?" Tony asked.

"Gibbs said he would either come get us or send somebody to find us if anything went wrong." Ziva reminded.

"Oh yeah, right" Tony replied.

She was trying her hardest not to show it, but Ziva was extremely worried for her husband. Tony's PTSD diagnosis had unnerved her. She could not believe she had missed all of those signs. How could she not see that her husband was in trouble? He had become withdrawn and vacant since returning from their honeymoon. She had seen him turn pale and shake for no reason, she had heard him wake up screaming in the night. The signs were all there and yet she had missed them. She had missed every sign. If he had not attacked Gibbs in the bathroom. Tony may have never received his diagnosis. She owed so much to Gibbs. He had saved the man she loved. He had spared her family from further grief. Tony's diagnosis was hard and disheartening but at least they had answers. At least Tony was getting the help he needed. He would heal one day and the family would get through it all together.

"I love you, Tony." Ziva whispered.

"I love you too." Tony replied.

"I thought you were sleeping." Ziva commented.

"Can't get to sleep. Don't want to use the meds though." Tony replied.

"You are taking your other pills though, right?" Ziva questioned.

"Yeah but the sleeping pills make me nervous. If I really can't get to sleep, I will try them." Tony assured.

"Just take care of yourself." Ziva insisted.

Marley's life was officially shit. Her brother was dead, her father was sick, and she was stuck living with Logan. She respected her parents need to get away. She just wished that she could live anywhere but in the same house as Logan. She had finally quit the basketball team. It was a hard decision but she could not stand the bullshit anymore. She wished that her friend's really cared for her and not for a game. Besides she was sure her parents would need extra help. Tony was battling PTSD and everybody was mourning for AJ.

"Yo Marley!" Logan called.

"What do you want, moron?!" Marley called back.

"Gibbs is going to the store. Best come along if you want anything good!" Logan explained.

"Are you going?" Marley asked.

"I want the triple chocolate ice-cream. So hell yeah." Logan replied.

"He's going because he's grounded and this is part of his punishment." Gibbs corrected.

"Whatever I am still getting my ice-cream." Logan scoffed.

"No you aren't young man." Gibbs replied.

"FINE!" Logan snapped.

"So do you want to go?" Gibbs asked, Marley.

"Is everybody else going?" Marley asked.

"Yes" Gibbs replied.

"Fine" Marley sighed.

"That's a good girl." Logan cooed.

"Logan!" Gibbs barked.

"Idiot" Marley scoffed.

After a challenging shopping trip. Gibbs was relieved to be home. Jack had screamed the whole time, Lily and Alyssa kept running off, and Logan and Marley kept arguing. This was one of those moments. Where he really regretted becoming a dad again at fifty-five years old. At least he would be back down to three at the end of the week. Despite Logan's issues. He was still on the foster to adopt track, with all three children. It wouldn't be easy but what was? He had just collapsed onto the couch when he heard a knock on the door. Groaning he pulled himself up and made his way to the front. Standing on the other side of the door. Was a petite woman, who appeared to be in her mid twenties, with Israeli features. She had shoulder length black hair and brown eyes. She wore a baggy shirt and pair of blue jeans.

"May I help you?" Gibbs asked.

"I am looking for a Ziva David. Her neighbor said she was staying here." The woman explained.

"Ziva's children are here. Ziva and her husband are out of town at the moment." Gibbs explained.

"When will she be back?" The woman asked.

"End of the week." Gibbs replied.

"Uh OK. If I leave my name and number. Could you tell her to contact me as soon as possible?" The woman questioned.

"Yeah sure" Gibbs replied.

"My name is Ruth Joseph." Ruth replied, scribbling down a name and number.

"Alright Ruth, I will tell Ziva you came by." Gibbs replied.

A/N: Who is Ruth and why is she looking for Ziva? New chapter will be up soon. Please review and thanks for reading.