<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Tony swiveled back to Gibbs like a compass needle the moment Jimmy was out of sight.  "Hey, you're hogging all my hugs!" he protested, and scooted closer.  Whether he was speaking to Jack or Gibbs wasn't immediately obvious.<br/>
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"I'll share," Jack said, holding out one arm.<br/>
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Ten minutes later, Ducky came out, covered in surgical scrubs.  "Ziva is going to be fine," he said immediately.  "It is a nasty break and they will be pinning it -- but it is not a career ending injury.  Knowing Miss David as I do, I doubt it will do more than slow her down temporarily."  He stepped close enough to rest a hand on Tony's forearm, the other one Jethro's shoulder.  "I will go back in momentarily, but I wanted you to know that while it is a slow and careful repair, it is going well."</span></span>