Valarie woke after only an hour of sleep to a horrible shriek. Initially she was confused having forgotten momentarily about Tali. The shrieks continued until she discovered Tali beside her on the bed. She had a moment of panic. Had she rolled over and injured the child. No, Tali was on the other side of the king sized bed and the pillow wall she had built to divide the bed was untouched. That's when it hit her. She knew what a nightmare sounded like. She ran around the bed and gently shook Tali awake.
"Abba! Abba!" Tali sobbed, tears pouring down her cheeks.
"Did you have a nightmare?" Valarie asked.
"They hurt Abba." Tali whimpered.
"I know they did but Abba is going to be OK." Valarie assured.
"Where is he?" Tali asked.
"He is at the hospital but the doctors are helping him get better." Valarie explained.
"Abba hates hospitals." Tali whispered.
"I know he does but the doctors know how to make him feel safe." Valarie assured.
"Can I see him?" Tali asked.
"Not quite yet but in a few days." Valarie replied.
Ed could not bare to let go of his daughter's body. He did not even have the strength to call and report her death. He just sat there on the floor, rocking her body. He knew the odd of Breena coming out of this were pretty slim and death was actually welcome. Death was better than the walking dead. Which had been Breena's state since Jimmy and Tori died. Breena was not a zombie but she may as well have been. She had no real hope and there was no known cure. He had worked hard to bring her around but knew she was a lost cause. Still that did not ease his pain. Like with Breena he was lost. He had lost his wife twelve years ago and now he had lost his daughter. Like his daughter he had lost his family. He would spend his final days alone and with any luck those days would cone soon.
NCIS director Leon Vance bit down on the toothpick and spit the splintered wood into the garbage can. He could not remember the last time he was so pissed off. He had actually been sleeping the night before. Sleeping through the night was rare for him since Jackie died. So he was already pissed when the phone rang early in the morning. He grew even angrier when he saw who was calling and he was sure his rage hit a fever pitch when learned why they were calling. Internal Affairs only had a bare minimum report from interviewing agents and other NCIS staff, and it was enough to make Leon want to explode. He was horrified that he had let so audacity go unnoticed. He was even angrier that none of those people could have owned up to their behavior. He clutched the paper so tight that it crumpled and his knuckles paled.
"What should we do, director?" Agent Feely asked.
"Hand this case over to the FBI. I don't want those monsters trying to weasel out on the grounds they are no longer agents." Vance explained, grinding his teeth.
"This happened when they were and even Gibbs can't be that out of touch." Feely commented.
"They beat beat a police officer half to death in front of his small daughter. They have lost all touch and as soon as they are locked away. They are dead to me." Vance replied.
Jeremiah stood nervously by his friend's hospital bed. Right now there was no way for him to speak with Tony but he needed confirmation his friend was alive. Tony was pale as a ghost and every so often his body would jerk and his mouth would open. They said Tony would be OK but right now he did not look it. Jeremiah had gotten off pretty quick after giving his report. Video footage from Tony's home had shown that the team had attacked Tony nearly twenty minutes before Jeremiah arrived. It also showed that Abby had lunged at him first. His actions were solely in self defense and they had no legs to stand on. Still Jeremiah held his breath. He would not put it past any of them to try something crazy. With a heavy hard, Jeremiah placed his hand on Tony's chest.
It was Leon who first learned of Breena's death. He had come by to both check on Breena and see if he could take a peek at Jimmy's journals. He felt bad invading on the privacy of a dead man but he knew that Jimmy would have documented any abuse he witnessed. The case was now in the hands of the FBI now but the last thing Breena needed was random strangers snooping through he dead husband's belongings. He knocked on the door for some time and received no response. Something was not right and after one final knock, he opened the door and stepped inside. He heard what sounded like crying coming from upstairs. Not that far fetched but it was a man's cry. He raced up the stairs and kicked the bedroom door open. Ed was so out of it he did not notice any of it.
"Ed!" Leon called at the top of his lungs.
"Leon" Ed whispered.
"What happened?" Leon asked.
"She killed herself last night. I was seconds too late." Ed explained.
"Ed" Leon whispered.
"It happened quick and she is at peace but I just can't." Ed explained.
"I will make the calls. You just get into some fresh clothes. I will put coffee on." Leon explained calmly.
"OK" Ed whispered, shakily.
Valarie left Tali with a sitter and visited Tony. He looked like hell and that scared her. He had not looked this bad the night before. She did not like how his body jerked and how he was whimpering. He was expected to be OK but these first hours were crucial. She prayed that he would be OK and that he would come out without lasting effects. They were in prison and not going to be released any time soon. If they ever were. Tony was safe from harm but the fear was still there.
"It's OK Tony. You can wake up now they are gone." Valarie assured.
A/N: What happens when Tony wakes up? New chapter will be up soon. Thanks for reading and please review.