Returning home meant, returning to therapy for Tony. The therapy was really helping him but Tony knew he still had a long way to go. He was doing really well, maybe a little too well. He had a fear of hitting a wall. When he got well enough that he could at least handle his crises. He was going to take Ziva to Paris. She was his rock through everything. Even though she had just lost her son and he owed her the world.

"Do you have anything to share with the group, Tony?" Dr. Williams asked.

"Ziva and I spent the past week staying in my dad's cabin. We were totally unplugged. The nearest communication was the phone at the ranger's station. Which was about ten miles away." Tony explained.

"Did it help at all?" Dr. Williams questioned.

"It was very helpful. Just being away from everything and being able to freely mourn. It's hard to cope with the children. If you get too upset. They really stress on it and it makes feel even worse. Ziva and I just talked and leaned on each other." Tony explained.

"Any flashbacks?" Dr. Williams asked.

"Thankfully no, but I am expecting them to come back." Tony explained.

"Well are you taking your medicine and doing your coping exercises?" Dr. Williams questioned.

"Everyday" Tony confirmed.

It happened much quicker than Ziva could have ever anticipated. McGee put the van up on Craigslist early that morning and by that afternoon a buyer had been found. Like the DiNozzo's the new owners had a disabled child. His name was Sam and he was thirteen years old. Sam was very similar to AJ. Except Sam had more use of his arms. He could maneuver his power wheelchair and with assistance he could lift himself into the car. Until recently his parents could lift him into the car but now that he was near full growth. They were grateful for the lift.

"We are so grateful to find this. The only other one we could find in our price range did not have extra seats. We also have a seventeen year old Freddy and two year old Grace. Freddy lives with my brother out in the country. So he's rarely home but we need a seat for Grace." Jessie explained.

"We were this close to keeping it but we have two other children. There is enough space for both of them but I am thinking of trying for one more." Ziva explained.

"Well I can say that my pregnancy with Grace was not as easy as my first two but it is definitely worth it and I doubt you are as old as I was when I had Grace." Jessie explained.

"I am forty. You can't be more than that." Ziva remarked.

"Forty-seven, Grace was a huge surprise. Larry and I had always talked about five kids but he lost his job not long after Freddy was born and decided to go back to school. We thought we could have more but Sam was so sick the first few years. By the time he stabilized. I was already almost forty. My mom couldn't get pregnant after she was thirty-five. So I was sure that was it. Then one day out of the blue there was Grace." Jessie explained.

"I had a miscarriage not long after Tony and I got married. It scared me bad. I know a baby won't replace AJ but maybe it will bring some happiness back to our family." Ziva explained.

"I wish you luck." Jessie replied.

"Thank you" Ziva replied.

It was hard for Tony to come home and find the van gone. Ziva had called him before she responded to Jessie's message, but it was still surreal. This meant that AJ was really gone. For a long time he just stood in the empty spot. Tears were falling heavily down his cheeks and he just wanted his boy back. He wanted to go to that facility and personally beat Adam Eshel Senior to death. He didn't care that he was handicapped. Adam had murdered his son. He deserved to die but maybe it was better that he was suffering. That was why Ziva had insisted he be kept alive.

"They offered to let us keep it for a few more days but there son was so excited." Ziva explained.

"It doesn't matter, he is still gone." Tony sniffed.

"He is always with you." Ziva reminded.

"He made me proud to be a step-father." Tony replied.

"Don't use that word. Step-father is the word for a man who's child already has a loving father or who's loving father died. You are AJ's father." Ziva explained, pulling Tony into a hug.

Now that the van was gone, the next step was putting the house on the market. Tony and Ziva had decided to sell the house. One because of all the memories the house carried but also because they no longer needed the handicapped room. Tony got around well with his prosthetic leg and on days where he had to go with out. He could still manage for the most part.

"Have you told the girls about the move yet?" Tony asked.

"I was going to wait until we were sure." Ziva replied.

"So in the morning?" Tony asked.

"We really can't hide it." Ziva sighed.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Tony asked.

"It is what we need. Your doctor said it would be best and we don't need everything anymore. You can adapt. AJ could not." Ziva explained.

"I will be glad when things have settled down." Tony sighed.

"Would either of us really be able to handle settled?" Ziva questioned.

"I guess not." Tony laughed.

"I just hope we don't have any more bad challenges." Tony replied.

"Please no more." Ziva pleaded.

"But if we do. We have each other." Tony reminded.

A/N: At least Tony is learning to let go. New chapter will be up soon. Thanks for reading and please review.