<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Can I help?" Jack asked earnestly.  "I mean, find your person.  The one that makes your eyes light up when they come home?"  He'd seen it often enough, when his Dad or Papa came home second -- when the door would open, and two sets of eyes would meet and then blaze into light.  He didn't remember ever seeing his Mom light up like that... but he liked it.<br/>
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Nobody'd kissed his forehead like that except Abby -- not since he was very small.  And then, he only remembered his mom doing it.  It made Tim kind of want to cry, but also want to laugh.  (Emotions were very confusing on the good drugs.)   "Jack will take care of her," Tim decided, nodding firmly -- except that made his head spin a little.  <br/>
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He caught Gibbs' hand.  "I promise, Boss -- I tried to keep her safe."  That was absolutely vital that he convey.  He didn't really remember the accident, but he knew that upon regaining consciousness he had two thoughts:  Get to Ziva, and call Gibbs.  (Maybe a third because fuck, everything had hurt.)  <br/>
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"If you change your mind -- I know I just look like a pretty face, but I'm not a bad listener."  Tony tried for a cocky grin but it came out tired and worn.  "Cut them some slack, would you?" he added, very quietly.  "I was only dead to my team for a few hours, and it wrecked them for weeks.  I can't imagine..." he shook his head.  "Gibbs' Mexican sabbatical was bad enough, and we <i>knew</i> he was alive."</span></span>