Hey I know that not everyone is a big fan of Jeanne/Tony and I'm not that much of a fan either, but read it anyways. Ok so I'm not sure about the exact ages of the characters so some of it may be a little off.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS.
Tony felt his heart go into his throat. He turned his attention to the door fast enough to get whip flash.
"Is that her?" Aimee asked.
"Um, yeah," Tony whispered.
"So are you gonna get the door, or should the sick person?" Aimee laughed.
"What, oh yeah. I'll be right back," Tony responded. He took one last glance at Aimee and then ran to get the front door. He took one last breath and then pulled the door handle. "Hey Jeanne, what's up?"
"Tony what's going on?" Jeanne asked.
"Oh, yeah, um," Tony took another gulp of air trying to decide how t tell her the truth. "Well um, why don't you follow me?" Tony finished meekly.
"Are you sure everything's okay?" Jeanne asked worriedly.
"Yeah, just follow me?" Tony asked once more.
"Okay," responded Jeanne the worry not leaving her voice. She stepped over the threshold of the door and followed her boyfriend down the hallway, the whole time glancing over at him to make sure he was okay. When they arrived at the family room Jeanne stopped in her tracks. "Tony. Why is there a child in your family room?" Jeanne asked panic in her voice.
"She's sick," Tony responded Guilt filling his voice.
"But… how do you know her?" Jeanne asked, sounding more nervous by the minute.
"Look, Jeanne. You know the day when I told the truth about myself?"
"Of course I do Tony. Why?" Jeanne asked.
"Well I didn't exactly tell you the whole truth," responded Tony, starting to lean away from his girlfriend for fear of his life.
"Look, is this gonna take much longer?" Aimee asked, clearly enjoying herself.
Tony shot Aimee a dirty look. "She's my daughter," Tony blurted out.
"What!" shouted Jeanne. "You mean. Wait. Are you married?"
"What, no!" exclaimed Tony.
"Then, how?" questioned Jeanne.
"He was nineteen and drunk. It was his first spring break in Panama City," Aimee said as if it explained everything.
"So… what about her mom?" Jeanne asked.
"Oh, she… well. Hm, I um I think she's dead?" Aimee asked questioningly.
"She means…" interjected Tony. "She never was a part of our lives. She left the hospital before I could say goodbye and never told anyone where she went. Thank god, cause I hated that girl." Added Tony.
"You hated her?" asked Jeanne judgmentally.
"I was nineteen and drunk. It was my first spring break," said Tony.
"Okay, okay. So what's wrong?" asked Jeanne, still not noticing Aimee's green color.
"Well, Aimee," said Tony, nodding towards his daughter. "She's not exactly feeling well."
Jeanne turned and stared at Aimee, finally noticing her green skin tone. She saw sweat on her forehead and vomit on the corner of her mouth. Then the corner of her eye caught the bucket. "What's her temperature?" Jeanne asked turning her attention back to Tony.
"One-hundred and one last time I checked," said Tony, worry returning to his voice.
"How long ago was that?" Jeanne asked, the doctor in her showing.
"Probably about half an hour ago," responded Tony.
"Okay, well we should probably take it again to make sure that it hasn't gone up," responded Jeanne.
Right before Tony could respond Aimee vomited again. "So, what happens if it goes up?" asked Tony, starring at Aimee.
"She should probably go to the hospital," said Jeanne sounding equally as worried as Tony.
"Why. Only really sick people go the hospital. She cant be that sick. Can she?" asked Tony.
"Well," but Jeanne was never able to finish her sentence, because Aimee fell off
the couch, dropping the bucket full of vomit in the process and lost consciences.
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