Jimmy found himself just going through the motions, during the days following his son's death. He wondered how he was supposed to live the rest of his life. The day before the funeral a new sensation set in. Suddenly he was glad that Eddie was dead. After all of the suffering Eddie had endured. Death was a blessing. Knowing that his son was free of seizures, needle pricks, hospital stays, and pain. It killed him but he gave him great peace. He hated feeling that way but that was the truth. Fogged by grief and lack of sleep. He made the mistake of sharing his feeling of relief with Breena.
"How dare you! How dare you say such a thing?!" Breena demanded.
"Well it's true!" Jimmy snapped.
"You are glad our son is dead?! That is the most horrid, disgusting thing I have ever heard! A child died and you are glad! What were you sick of spending money on his medical treatment instead of your toys?! Embarrassed to be changing a four year old's diaper?! Tired of feeding tubes! Tired of him being the center of attention?!" Breena spouted.
"Breena I miss Eddie but he suffered every day! I was sick of watching him scream in pain constantly! I got sick of having to pump drugs and poison into his body! I got sick of seizures and pneumonia! I was sick of seeing my son suffer and never being able to do anything about it!" Jimmy rebutted.
"The suffering did not have to end in death! There was that trial in New York!" Breena cried.
"I wanted the trial but Eddie was too sick! The flight would have probably killed him!" Jimmy cried.
"He was dying anyway but he would have had a chance!" Breena screamed.
"There wasn't time. There just wasn't time." Jimmy sobbed.
Breena stormed down the hall to her room and slammed the door behind her. She could not believe her husband would say such sick things. What kind of bastard was glad that a baby died? It should not matter how much Eddie had suffered. He was a human life, a child. Death was only good and pleasant when it was an old person. Not a child who should have a whole life ahead of him. Jimmy claimed nothing could be done but Breena knew about the trials. Jimmy should have fought harder for their son. Jimmy had insisted that they should let Eddie die in peace. The doctors refused to hear her pleas. Apparently a man who barely graduated medical school knew more than a mother. He was worse than even the worst of Eddie's doctor. He was a bastard. He should have died instead of Eddie. He should have to suffer twice as much as Eddie did and have to listen to the world ignoring his pleas for help and life.
The fight had taken the last of Jimmy's strength. He found himself sitting in a mostly empty bar, in the middle of the day. He sat in the back corner and prayed that nobody asked any questions. He gave up after only two drinks. He wanted to get drunk and forget his problems but he knew he would have to drive home. Breena was furious and if Breena was furious at him, Ed was furious as well. He knew that Ducky and everybody else was at work. He ordered a glass of water, paid and stumbled to the door. He no longer cared if he lived or died but he did not want to hurt others.
While Jimmy was gone, Breena ransacked the house. She stuffed his things into his suitcase and threw it all onto the lawn. She never wanted to see that bastard again and she sure as hell did not want him around Tori. He would probably find some minor flaw and have her put to death rather than help her. He only wanted perfect children and Eddie would not be perfect. Even if he beat the odds. Jimmy just did not want a child with disabilities. He wanted a perfect, super genius. Essentially a miniature version of the way that Jimmy saw himself.
Jimmy returned home to boxes and suitcases on the lawn. Though he knew that the kick out was coming even before he left the bar. He knew by the way Breena looked at him. She hated him. He knew that she was in hell with this grief but that did not make the pain any easier. Silently he gathered his things and moved them to the trunk of his car. As he parted he saw Tori waving from the window. Breena yanked her away and shot daggers at him until he drove away. And there it was the second worst day of his life.
Realizing he had left his phone at home. Jimmy drove around aimlessly until it was late enough to look for a place to crash. He found himself pulling into Tony's driveway just after the sun had set. He forced himself out of the car and stumbled to the door. He rang the bell, knocked, and screamed until Tyler opened the door. He heard Tyler call for one of his parents and moments later Tony came to the door with Tali draped over his shoulder.
"Jimmy? What are you doing here?" Tony asked.
"Breena threw me out. Can I crash here until she cools down?" Jimmy questioned.
"She threw you out?" Tony gasped.
"Long story but she hates me now. Please my head is pounding and I feel like I am going to breakdown any minute." Jimmy pleaded.
"Look Ziva is out with Delilah right now. I will have to talk to her but I smell the alcohol on your breath and don't want you on the road. You can go lie down in the den until she gets home. The twins have homework and it's bath time for Tali. So the kids won't be bothering you." Tony explained.
"Thanks Tony." Jimmy replied weakly.
A/N: Will Breena let Jimmy back home? New chapter will be up soon. Thanks for reading and please review.