After finishing his tasks at NCIS, Jimmy climbed into his car and headed home. He could not wait to see his girls. His wife of almost three years Breena and their four year old daughter Victoria Elizabeth or as she insisted on being called lately Lizzie. Victoria had been a major surprise to the couple. Considering Breena and him had only been dating for three months when Breena found out that she was pregnant. It was a challenging blow to the relationship at first. He had even broken up with Breena for a few weeks. He wasn't being mean or wanting to get out of the responsibility. He just wasn't sure he was ready for fatherhood or would even make a competent father. He promised to help Breena out financially and be at the major events in his child's life but he wasn't ready for fatherhood. When Gibbs found out that Breena was pregnant however. He made Jimmy do the right thing and at least try to have a relationship with the woman that is now his wife. After finally convincing Breena to take him back. He asked her to marry him and they wed in May of two thousand and twelve. One year old Lizzie was right there with them. Of course he always had his doubts about fatherhood but when he saw his baby girl, it all went away. Lizzie was a beautiful child, her hair was blonde like her mothers but curly like her fathers and she had gray eyes like both of her parents. He walked through his front door and found Breena sitting on the couch.

"I'm home." Jimmy greeted.

"Hey" Breena replied.

"You sound upset, are you OK?" Jimmy asked.

"Just worried, Lizzie is still running a fever." Breena replied.

"How bad? She seemed to be getting better when I left this morning." Jimmy replied.

"One hundred" Breena replied.

"That's bad." Jimmy sighed.

"Yeah the Dr. Myers said he could work us in at ten-thirty tomorrow." Breena explained.

"That is a really serious fever. Shouldn't he see us today?" Jimmy asked.

"Unfortunately he is booked solid all day. We are lucky we got in tomorrow. With this flu that's going around and his regularly scheduled check-ups. He did say that if the fever hadn't broken or gone down by dinner of if it went up again to take her to the Emergency Room. Breena explained.

"OK, well I am going to call Dr. Mallard and see if he can check her out and give us some advice in the meantime." Jimmy replied.

"I'm going to go check on her again." Breena replied.

While Breena went upstairs to check on their daughter. Jimmy stayed downstairs and called Ducky. He was starting to worry about his daughter. She had gotten sick just before Christmas break. It was just a small bug that had been going around her pre school but Lizzie hadn't seemed to bounce back from it. The normally energetic toddler had suddenly become quite and tired easily. At first the Palmer's had just assumed it was growing pains or she was just wasn't adjusting well to her parents upcoming adoption of a new baby but she hadn't grown at all and she seemed excited about the baby. Then the night before she had started running a fever. Jimmy knew that something was wrong but he didn't want it to be true and he had a feeling Breena felt the same way. Hopefully his mentor would be able to give him some answers and put some of his fears to rest.

"Hello?"

"Dr. Mallard, it's me Jimmy."

"Oh Mr. Palmer! How is everything at home?"

"Not good Lizzie is still running a fever."

"Oh dear, has she seen the doctor?"

"Breena and I were going to take her to the ER."

"Would you like me to meet you over there?"

"I don't know. I was hoping that you could come over here and see if you had any ideas before we took her to the ER."

"How about you just tell me the symptoms and I tell you if she needs the ER?"

"That would be a better idea. That way you don't have to make two trips."

"So what is going on?"

"She has been listless and tired for a while and then last night she started running a fever."

"Oh dear has she had any unusual bruising or bleeding?"

"She is pretty fair skinned."

"It is probably just anemia but you still need to take her to the ER right away. I will meet you guys there."

"JIMMY!" Breena cried running down the stairs carrying Lizzie in her arms.

"What's wrong?" Jimmy asked slipping his phone back into his jeans pocket.

"Her...her fever it just spiked! It is one hundred and three! I can't get her to wake-up!" Breena cried.

"OK um Dr. Mallard is going to meet us at the hospital. I told him, her symptoms and he said that we needed to take her right away." Jimmy explained.

"OK I am going to call my dad and see if he can baby-sit Justin tonight." Breena replied. Justin was the nine year old son of Breena's older sister. The Palmer's watched him on the weeknights nights while his mom went to nursing school.

"You should probably call Cecilia too." Jimmy replied.

"I'll get my dad to call her." Breena replied.

The only thing Jimmy really hated about being a father was that, that meant being the strong one one in the relationship. He knew that his girls needed him to be strong but he was scared to death too. Of course Lizzie was a baby and Breena had her own problems. She had lost her younger sister to a mysterious illness when she wasn't much older than Lizzie. During the drive to the ER Jimmy gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were white. While Breena rode in the backseat with Lizzie. Upon arrival Jimmy checked in with the receptionist and then went outside and called Ducky back. After fifteen minutes of waiting a nurse came and took Lizzie back. Only one parent could go back with her. So Breena went while Jimmy waited outside with Ducky.

"What is taking so long?!" Jimmy cried after an hour of waiting.

"Getting tests take time." Ducky reminded.

"I know. God I hated when I had to work in the hospital in medical school. The ER was usually OK and I only had one scare in obstetrics but I hated seeing people that were really sick especially children. I watched like seven kids die when I did my pediatrics rotation." Jimmy rambled.

"Victoria is not going to die, Mr. Palmer. Like I said she is probably just anemic." Ducky assured.

"I know but I am just so scared." Jimmy admitted.

"Any father would be." Ducky assured.

The door separating the waiting room from the rest of the hospital slung open and Breena walked through. Once she was in the ER she rushed over to where Ducky and Jimmy were waiting.

"Jimmy" Breena sniffed.

"What going on? Where's Lizzie?" Jimmy asked.

"They are putting her in a room." Breena replied.

"What's wrong?" Jimmy asked.

"I don't know they won't tell me anything. They just said that I needed to get you." Breena explained.

"Should I come back with you guys?" Ducky asked.

"I think we need you." Breena replied.

"Yeah this sounds bad." Jimmy added.

"OK" Ducky replied.

Jimmy and Ducky followed Breena back to a small office at the end of the ER hallway. Jimmy and Breena took the two seats directly across from the doctors desk and Ducky took the small folding chair in the back of the room. A few minutes later a tall, average build, balding man with brown hair and wire frame glasses entered and sat down across from the Palmer's/

"Jimmy, Ducky this is Dr. Brown, Dr. Brown this is my husband Jimmy and our friend Dr. Donald Mallard." Breena introduced.

"Very well" Dr. Brown replied.

"It is good to meet you doctor." Jimmy replied.

"What is going on with our baby girl?" Breena asked.

"Mr. and Mrs. Palmer I am sorry but your daughter has leukemia." Dr. Brown replied.

A/N: Poor Jimmy and Breena. How will the team take the news? Should I continue? If I do this will take the place of "Changing Life" which I will be finishing in the next few days.