Gibbs opened the door and JJ went up to the room. He pulled his suitcase out from under the bed. He folded up last nights clothing and placed them neatly inside. He gathered a couple of things and placed them together in the middle of the bed. Gibbs lightly knocked on the open door. "Everything alright? You were pretty quiet in the car."

"I'm fine," he said, busying himself with packing things he wasn't ready to put away yet. He was still upset, and a little embarrassed, about his talk with Jimmy. Luckily, Abby and Ducky hadn't shown up until he had told Jimmy he was ready to go. He didn't really get a chance to say good-bye to anyone. Gibbs showed up shortly after and told him it was time to go back to the house. He didn't even get to see Tony, McGee, or Ziva since he was sent downstairs. Part of him hoped it wouldn't be the last time he saw them. Another part kept telling him it would be.

"I was wondering when you wanted to leave."

"I don't care." And he really didn't. There wasn't anything or anyone for him to go home to. Just a double funeral. "The later the better."

Gibbs walked into the room and sat on the end of the bed. "Do you wanna talk about what's bugging you?"

JJ thought about what was bothering him. He recalled his conversation with Jimmy. He didn't want to go through all that again so soon. Luckily, he didn't have to. They could hear the door open and shut. "Hello?" they heard Abby call out.

"Upstairs," Gibbs called down the hall.

She bounded up the steps and peeked into the room. "Hey."

"Hey," JJ said back.

"What's going on, Abby?" Gibbs asked.

"I didn't get to say goodbye properly. You kind of rushed him out of there, Gibbs."

"Wanted to have enough time to get whatever we needed to done."

"I also think he was embarrassed about my clothes," JJ added teasingly. "Hey! What about your date?" JJ remembered.

"I've got some time." She sat next to Gibbs. "So how long you going to be gone?" she asked nudging his shoulder with hers.

"Don't know yet. Depends on what needs to be done."

"JJ, can I talk to him alone for a minute?"

"Yeah, sure. I'll go get dinner ready."

"Hey," Gibbs called out, "there are some take out menus next to the phone. Just order something."

"Yeah, that's what I meant."

Abby waited until he was downstairs to shut the door. "What's going on?" he asked as she leaned her back against the door.

"I heard JJ talking to Jimmy earlier."

"You were eavesdropping?"

"Ducky and I were sitting in the hallway. He doesn't know we were out there so don't tell him, please, okay?"

"Alright," Gibbs said curiously. "Is there a point here?"

She sat down next to him. "That boy is not fine."

"His parents just died, Abby."

"Its more than that. He wasn't doing well before this. John and Tina had to switch his schools. He doesn't think he can be who he really is. He doesn't even have any friends!" Gibbs leaned forward. Resting his elbows on his knees, he clasped his hands together. "I'm worried he might…I'm worried about him, Gibbs. And I think you should be, too."

He stood up and paced the room. He came to a rest leaning against the dresser. "What can I do? He's going to be living in New York with his aunt, Sherrie."

She stood in front of him. "But why? Why can't he live with you? You're his guardian."

"He doesn't want to live here."

"How do you know? Have you asked?"

They heard JJ run up the stairs. He knocked on the door. Gibbs opened it for him. "Ordered from El Ranchito. Should be here in 20."

"I have to get going," Abby said. She moved around Gibbs and followed JJ downstairs to the door. When Gibbs joined them Abby had JJ in a tight hug. He thought the boy was going to start gasping for air. "I'm so sorry for all that has happened to you. I've enjoyed hanging with you so much these last couple of days." She pulled back. "I hope to see you again."

"Thanks. Me too."

"I hope you mean that." Her expression was one of over-concern. It was a little confusing to JJ. He furrowed his brow.

Gibbs was sensing JJ's unease, so he stepped in. "Abby, you don't want to be late for your date."

She nodded. She embraced JJ in one last quick hug and was out the door. "Is she going to be alright?" JJ asked.

"She'll be fine."

Gibbs and JJ ate their dinner. Afterwards, JJ showed him the pictures he had on his computer. There were even some that Gibbs remembered being taken, including the one of himself, Abby and JJ from the birthday party. JJ showed him the video he had been trying to put together. It was still longer than he would have liked, so he asked Gibbs for his opinion. And he was a big help. In the end, the video was still about 12 minutes long, but they both thought it was perfect.

Later the two sat on the couch and watched a movie on the laptop. JJ insisted on "The Crow." He thought it was "a sin against pop culture" that Gibbs hadn't seen it. Soon afterwards, JJ decided to take a shower before bed to help relax him to sleep.

Gibbs pulled out a suitcase to start packing. He unzipped it and left it lain open on the bed. Staring into the empty case, he tried to decided what to pack and how much. Abby's words suddenly entered his thoughts. Why can't he live with you? Have you even asked? No, he hadn't asked. He had broken his own rule by assuming JJ would want to stay with his friends. He doesn't even have any friends! Gibbs didn't know how that was possible. Hell, even Gibbs had friends. And JJ was such a nice kid. He at least had a girlfriend. He heard the shower turn off. He wanted to talk with JJ, but didn't want to upset him and keep him up all night. Deciding on a suit and a week's worth of clothing, he finished packing, took a shower, and went to sleep.

His alarm went off at 3 AM sharp. Without even hitting the snooze, he was up and out of bed. He got dressed and made a pot of coffee. Sitting at the dining table, he leaned back, closed his eyes, and inhaled the intoxicating smell of the brewing brew. When he opened his eyes, he saw JJ sitting across the table from him. He was startled to see him and slightly jumped.

"Didn't take you as the jumpy type," JJ said, taking a sip from the steaming mug in his hand.

"I didn't hear you come downstairs." He sat up straighter.

"I came down about 10 minutes ago. Coffee was already done."

Gibbs looked over at the clock on the microwave. 3:47. "Ah, hell." He stood and headed for the stairs. He suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned back into the kitchen. After filling up his mug, he went upstairs to pack his last minute things. He downed the coffee, set the mug on the dresser, picked up his bags, and went back downstairs. Within another 10 minutes, the bags were loaded up, coffee poured into travel mugs, and they were out the door.