Noah bolted up in bed. He could not believe that it had happened again. Every night for the past month and a half. He had woken up in the middle of the night in soaked sheets. He found himself using his rescue inhaler almost every day at least once and he found himself getting winded before warm-ups were over in soccer practice. At first he had thought that it was his asthma but then he noticed that his heart rate was not going down for hours after soccer practice. The only good thing about his dad dating Miss. David, was that he did not seem to his only son's recent symptoms. Somehow he had managed to hide his symptoms from Gibbs and Holly, who always seemed to catch every little thing. He climbed out of bed, stripped his sheets and sleep shorts. He quickly put on a clean pair of boxers, carried his wet sheets and clothes downstairs, and put them in the washer. He went up to the bathroom, rinsed his boxers in the bathtub, and dried them off with the hair-dryer. He had a quick shower and then got back into bed. Praying that nobody would find his laundry and wracking his brain for excuses in case somebody did find them.

Tony came downstairs and found Holly sitting at the table going over the previous nights homework. Noah was half asleep in the seat beside hers. He walked over to the counter poured himself a cup of coffee and bowl of bran cereal. Before walking back to the table and sitting down at the seat at the head of the table.

"Are you eating Raisin Bran?" Holly asked.

"Yes Gibbs is getting onto me about my health again." Tony replied annoyed.

"Well you should be in top shape if you are going to go out in the field." Holly replied.

"Whatever mom" Tony taunted.

"Enough with the banter!" Noah snapped.

"Something wrong, Noah?" Tony asked.

"I'm just tired is all. I think I am going to skip breakfast and lie down." Noah replied, standing up.

"Are you wearing boxers?" Tony asked.

"I got a little hot last night, so I stripped down." Noah lied.

"You have always been a briefs guy." Tony commented.

"Well I changed it up! I mean I learned in science that briefs can give you slow swimmers and I would hate to deprive the ladies of the golden DiNozzo seed." Noah explained.

"Gross" Holly commented.

"Well don't worry about giving the ladies your golden DiNozzo seed for at least ten years." Tony instructed.

"Trust me not a problem." Noah assured.

"Oh Noah before you lie down. Don't forget we have our appointments with Dr. Pitt this afternoon and you are seeing Dr. Rodgers and Dr. Hiller too." Tony reminded.

"Oh yeah great." Noah replied nervously.

"You may as well stay home today I was going to check you out at eleven but if you aren't feeling well." Tony suggested.

"Great" Noah replied.

Greatly relieved that his dad had allowed him to take a full day off of school. He was feeling extremely crappy that morning. The only drawback was that he was meeting with all three of the specialists he had to see that afternoon. Which meant that at least one of them would catch on to his problems. Which meant shots and scans.

"Noah!" Tony called from the doorway.

"Time to get ready, already dad?" Noah asked.

"Not yet, Holl actually just left for school." Tony replied.

"So what's up?" Noah asked.

"Are these your sheets?" Tony asked.

"Yeah, why?" Noah asked.

"I found them in the dryer and they kind of smell like pee." Tony commented.

"Oh that uh that's..." Noah stammered.

"I know what this is." Tony replied.

"What?" Noah asked nervously.

"This is because I am dating Miss. David. You are struggling with all the changes going on in your life." Tony explained.

"Are you going to breakup with her?" Noah asked.

"Of course not but if you need to talk, Gibbs has been where you are, Palmer too. So if you ever need to talk. Just let them know." Tony explained.

"Yeah thanks" Noah replied.

Tony would never admit it to Noah but he always stressed when Noah and him had their check-ups. He always worried that one of them would get bad news. He didn't know how he would cope if him or Noah got a bad diagnosis. He sat on the examination table in Dr. Pitt's office. Noah had decided that he was only enough to go to his appointments on his own. So he was in the office down the hall.

"Good afternoon, Tony. How are we feeling today?" Dr. Pitt asked.

"OK" Tony replied.

"Any issues with your breathing? Any new pains?" Dr. Pitt asked.

"No" Tony replied.

"Are you taking your inhaler and meds?" Dr. Pitt asked.

"Yes" Tony replied.

"Are you telling the truth or am I going to have to call Gibbs and ask him?" Dr. Pitt asked.

"OK, I am having some issues catching my breath after I am active. I know that is normal but it is taking twice as long as it used to." Tony admitted.

"OK I will run some additional tests but I don't think it is anything super serious. Probably just an increase in your asthma symptoms." Dr. Pitt explained.

Noah was sweating profusely as he sat on the table in the doctor's office. He was scared to death about the results he would get. He knew that all of the organs affected by the plague were suffering. Worse than they had in the ten years since he got sick. He had remained pretty stable throughout his life but recently he had taken a terrible turn. He was scared to death at the idea of being sick. He wasn't ready to die. He was only thirteen.

"Good afternoon, Noah how are you?" Dr. Pitt asked.

"OK" Noah sighed.

"Any concerning symptoms?" Dr. Pitt asked.

"Yes" Noah sighed.

"What?" Dr. Pitt asked.

"I can't have to use my rescue inhaler all the time, my heart is almost always racing, I wet the bed almost every night, and I have severe abdominal pain." Noah admitted.

"Noah that is very serious." Dr. Pitt replied.

Tony sat beside Noah in the waiting room. He had, had his extra tests and Noah had seen all three of his specialists. Now all they had to do was sit and wait for the final results. Tony noticed that his son was quieter than usual as they waited. Noah was so much like him. It was almost impossible to keep him quiet. He chalked it up to Noah being angry at him for dating again. It was now almost exactly ten years since Kate died. He just couldn't think of his son being sick. The double doors opened and Dr. Pitt walked into the room. Followed by Dr. Hiller and Dr. Rodgers.

"Good afternoon, again Tony." Dr. Pitt greeted.

"Good afternoon Mr. DiNozzo." Dr. Rodgers started.

"Good afternoon Mr. DiNozzo." Dr. Hiller added.

"What's the verdict?" Tony asked.

"Well Tony just as I suspected you had a slight downturn in your asthma but nothing too serious. I have adjusted your inhaler prescription and you can pick it up in an hour." Dr. Pitt explained.\

"What about Noah?" Tony asked.

"That's the thing, Noah's news is not near as good." Dr. Pitt replied.

"What do you mean?" Noah asked.

"I am sorry but Noah is in total renal failure." Dr. Hiller replied.

"OK so he gets a kidney transplant." Tony reasoned.

"It's not that simple Mr. DiNozzo. I have noticed deterioration of the heart muscle." Dr. Rodgers added.

"Are my lungs at least OK?" Noah asked.

"I am sorry Noah. I really hate to say this but I discovered large masses on both of your lungs. We are going to admit you tonight for further testing and a biopsy first thing in the morning but I am fully expecting it to be cancer." Dr. Pitt explained, trying to hide the grief in his voice.

"Wh...What are you saying?" Tony asked.

"I am sorry Tony but Noah is dying." Dr. Pitt replied, voice cracking despite his best efforts.

A/N: Poor Tony, Noah, and Holly naturally this will be tough for the family. If you are uncomfortable with the subject of the death of a child. I am sorry. Feel free to inform me if you are upset but also refrain from calling me names and being cruel. New chapter will be up soon. Please review and thanks for reading.