<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"I wouldn't have leant him Clifford if I didn't too," Jack agreed.  He shoved more pancake in his mouth.  <br/>
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"Okay.  We won't be too much longer, Autopsy Gremlin -- DiNozzo out."  Tony hung up the phone and rubbed his forehead.  He looked down at the pancakes and began a single-minded assault on them, eating because he needed fuel rather than because he was hungry.  He was -- but he was more worried than hungry.<br/>
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Aaron trailed down the stairs, yawning.  "That's a nice sight to wake up to," he said, leaning down to kiss Jethro.  The dog tags swung between them, making Aaron grin into the kiss.  "My love making pancakes for our boys."<br/>
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"Hey, I'm not..." Tony began, then looked thoughtful.  "I guess I kind of am."</span></span>