<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">Ziva nodded as she looked to the boy. "I know.. I do the pretending thing too." she confided back to him.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff"><span style="font-size: 15px">Jethro let out a soft snort and he took the phone from him, sitting it gently on the bedside table and he rubbed a gentle hand through Tim's hair, pushing it out of his face. "Tim.. It's okay.. I know what happened, so does everyone else." he soothed him, moving to sit on the side of the bed, keeping Tim in close distance. "How are you feeling?"<br/>
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She nodded in sympathy. "I don't blame you, pretending to be something you aren't.. or even putting up a facade is exhausting at times.. I faked my death before.."</span></span></span>