Jimmy ran his hand through Breena's long blonde hair. Even after everything that monster had done to her she was still perfect. He knew that had she survived she would have had scars but he wouldn't have cared. Because he would have had his wife. Now she was gone and it was like some horrible nightmare. Why couldn't he have died from that blow to the head? Why couldn't Ray have killed him for that matter? The next few days were going to be a nightmare. Either later that night or early the next morning Breena would be moved to her father's funeral home. Jimmy could not imagine having his own daughter lying in one of his morgue drawers. He would have to start making the arrangements. Then there would be the funeral, wake, memorial service, and burial. He didn't think he could handle any of that. At the moment though his mind was on what would be happening in the next few minutes. Any second now Ducky would come in the room and begin her autopsy. Jimmy wasn't sure if he could be in the room for this one. He knew that he could not help. Ducky never allowed an autopsy to be performed by somebody who was too emotionally invested in the patient. After Jimmy insisted on going with Ducky and Breena's body to NCIS. So that he could sit with her one last time. Ducky had offered to allow him to watch the process. Only if he thought that it would help.
"Goodbye Breena." Jimmy said softly.
"Goodbye Jimmy." A voice replied.
"Breena?" Jimmy asked
"Yeah it's me." Breena replied.
"I miss you so much." Jimmy replied.
"I miss you too." Breena replied.
"Why did you have to go?" Jimmy asked.
"I didn't want to but Ray had done too much damage. I was in too much pain." Breena explained.
"Why did he have to hurt you?" Jimmy asked.
"To cover his own ass." Breena replied.
"I wish I could take him down but Gibbs already killed him." Jimmy replied.
"I'm glad you didn't try to take him down. You are not that kind of person Jimmy." Breena replied.
"I know but this is so wrong." Jimmy replied.
"Jimmy you have to do something for me." Breena said.
"Of course anything." Jimmy replied.
"I need you to forgive Ray. What he did was horrible but I can't rest knowing that you are bitter and carrying a grudge." Breena explained.
"I will. I promise." Jimmy assured.
"Good and Jimmy I love you." Breena replied.
"I love you too." Jimmy replied and just like that he was alone in the room. A single tear falling down his cheek.
Emily sat by Tony's side. She felt like her heart had been ripped in two. The family of the brain-dead man had moved him to a nursing home. Taking away the last hope of Tony surviving. Unless of course somebody else was declared brain-dead and their family was willing to let him or her go. Gibbs had been an absolute wreck after learning about Tony's lost chance of a transplant. The Marine had been on the verge of tears the whole time he spoke to her. She heard him breakdown as he walked down the hallway. She wanted to do the same thing but somebody had to be strong for Tony. Her mind drifted to Breena. She wondered how her friend was doing. She had asked Gibbs but he had been too distraught about Tony. The door opened. McGee entered, and sat down in the chair beside hers.
"Mind if I spend a few minutes with him?" McGee asked.
"It's fine." Emily replied.
"Guess you heard about the lungs." McGee observed.
"Yep" Emily replied.
"It's terrible." McGee sighed.
"It is. How is Breena?" Emily asked.
"You didn't hear?" McGee questioned.
"No" Emily replied.
"She's gone." McGee replied.
"Gone where?" Emily asked praying that she was wrong.
"She died." McGee replied voice cracking.
"No!" Emily cried jumping up and running from the room tears pouring down her cheeks.
The darkness of the basement reflected Gibbs's mood. He knew that he needed to be with his son but he just couldn't right now. He couldn't help but think that this was his fault. If he had not burst into that man's room. Maybe his family would have considered organ donation instead of moving him. He raised the glass of bourbon to his lips and let the last drop land on his tongue. Sighing he reached for his bottle and tipped it towards the glass. A single drop landed in the glass and that was it. He thrust the glass and bottle across the room. A series of swears flowing from his mouth. The bottle and glass lay shattered on the floor. Gibbs pulled himself up and stumbled to where they had landed. He fell to his knees and bust into tears. Pounding his hands into the cement and glass until they were bloody. He cursed the Gods, Ray, and everybody and everything else that in his mind had caused him all this pain. Tony wasn't dead yet and he was feeling this way. He could not imagine how bad it would be if he lost his son.
"Leroy!" A voice called.
"Wh...what?" Gibbs slurred.
"Do you have any idea how loud you are yelling?"Jack demand.
"N..No" Gibbs replied.
"Well I heard you outside. I know you are hurting but remember that there are kids in the house." Jack replied.
"S...Sorry" Gibbs slurred.
"You mind telling me what's wrong?" Jack asked.
"Tony's lungs. Man brain-dead. Could've donated. Family moved to nursing home. Tony dying now. Can't lose him." Gibbs slurred.
"Oh Leroy I am so sorry." Jack replied.
"We lost Breena today too and Jimmy is devastated." Gibbs replied.
"That poor kid." Jack replied.
"They got less than two years and Ray took her away." Gibbs sobbed.
"That's rough." Jack sighed.
"How are the kids?" Gibbs asked.
"They are doing well considering." Jack replied.
"Good. Emily's mom was dropping her off just as I was leaving and we talked." Gibbs replied.
"How's she taking Tony's diagnosis?" Jack asked.
"Not well." Gibbs replied.
"WAAAAHHH!" Baby Jack cried from upstairs.
"Well I should go check on my namesake." Jack replied.
"Tony may not get to see his son grow-up! Baby Jack may not get to know his daddy!" Gibbs cried resuming pounding the broken glass into the concrete and sobbing.
"Leroy" Jack whispered.
"GET OUT!" Gibbs demanded.
A/N: I know Gibbs is OOC in this chapter but his boy is in trouble. New chapter will be up soon. Please review and thanks for reading.