Tali's funeral was absolutely awful. It was a beautiful service but it was also the most horrifically painful experience of Tony's life. Her funeral was worse than her death. This was actually the end. Tali was going to be buried, after this he would never see her again. The thought was absolutely nauseating and it was not even the worst part. The worst part was the pain that circled the funeral, seeing all of his friends in pain and being completely helpless.

Tony fumbled with the buttons on his suit. A man who once spent a hours making sure his suit was immaculate and took up to five minutes to make sure the buttons were perfect. Today had barely been able to pull himself into a wrinkled suit. He missed buttons and had others in the complete wrong hole. His shoes were untied and he wasn't even sure if they matched. His hair was a mess and after his fourth vomiting episode he gave up on brushing his teeth. Gibbs ended up buttoning his suit, tying his shoes, and brushing his hair. It made Tony feel like an infant. Which was appropriate because he had the strength of an infant. He took two steps, before collapsing. Gibbs lifted him and carried him to the car.

"I brought breath mints." Gibbs whispered as Tony vomited for the fifth time, this time on the side of the road.

"Th...Than...An...Ks...Ss" Tony stammered mid heave.

Gibbs watched his boy get sick. The former Marine's heart shattered as Tony sobbed and violently ripped at his hair. Tony was taking Tali's loss hard. As if anybody had ever taken the loss of a child easily. This however was terrifying even for a man who had lost his own child. It would only get worse from there.

"I wanna die! I wanna die!" Tony sobbed as Gibbs helped him back to his seat.

McGee insisted on wheeling Delilah into Tali's funeral. She was more than capable of pushing her own chair. It was McGee who could not walk. He leaned on her chair to support himself. He felt his feet dragging, he was completely zapped of strength. The night before he went to Gibbs' house to drop off a casserole Delilah had made. Gibbs wouldn't let him in but McGee saw Tony on the couch. Head hung low, clothes a mess, a phony laugh at a missed joke on whatever show Tony had on. The pain was overwhelming. It nearly knocked McGee to the ground when Gibbs opened the door. McGee saw Tony in the front row. Gibbs was holding him up. Tony was sobbing and screaming for Tali. That's all it took for McGee to breakdown.

Abby took a seat next to the McGee's. Delilah grabbed her and kind of forced her into the middle row. She wished that everybody could sit together but knew better than to argue. They were family but Tony could not function and Gibbs was his voice, and Gibbs said no.

Bishop studied the dates on Tali's memorial card. Four years was nowhere near enough for anybody. Bishop barely knew her but Tali was a great kid. Tony sure loved her. He always talked about how much he reminded her of Ziva. Bishop knew how much Ziva meant to Tony. Tali was her mini me and Tony's saving grace. Now she was gone. Where was the justice?

Breena could not come to the funeral, she could not even get out of bed. Jimmy did not fault her. The next day they would be burying their own child. Today he was watching his best friend bury his. The preacher was droning on and on about how short lives and the promise of heaven. Jimmy could only hear every third word. The sound of Tony's sobs drowned out the words of the preacher. In the middle of Amazing Grace, Tony rose from his seat and bolted from the sanctuary. Gibbs followed close behind. Jimmy stood and followed after the two older men. Tony fell onto the floor of the men's room and began to heave over the toilet. Gibbs knelt down beside him and rubbed his back with his fist.

"Is there anything I can do?" Jimmy asked.

"Bring me towels, he got sick all over his suit." Gibbs whispered.

"On it" Jimmy replied.

Immediately after the funeral, Tali was buried at Slater's cemetery. Jewish tradition dictated a body be buried within twenty four hours. It was nearly four days later and Tali's service had been Catholic. Tony could not think when he was arranging the service or maybe Gibbs had arranged it according to Tony's beliefs. He could barely remember his own name, let alone arranging his daughter's funeral.

Tony would have no real memory of Tali's funeral. Not that his daughter's funeral was a prime occasion to make memories. He would just as soon forget that day and that's what he did. Even without memory of the day. He knew it was the worst of his life. He did not remember the actual event but he did remember the pain. The horrible, horrible, unbearable pain.

Jimmy returned home from Tali's funeral. Never in his life had he dreaded returning home more. The funeral had been horrible but still better than home. Home was filled with memories of his own lost child. Tori's toys were still everywhere. He doubted that he would ever pick them up. When he left Breena had been lying on the bathroom floor sick as a dog and miserable. He returned home to her lying in a puddle of her own sick crying and too weak to move.

Jimmy was hit with instant dread. Could it be happening again? Could Breena have caught Tali and Tori's meningitis. Four nights of no sleep, three days of tears had robbed Jimmy of any medical knowledge. He could barely remember the way home from the church. Much less the incubation period of bacterial meningitis. He scooped Breena up and rushed her to the hospital, hoping and praying that he was wrong.

A/N: Did Breena catch meningitis or is facing a different diagnosis? New chapter will be up soon. Thanks for reading and please review.