<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Uncle Tony isn't really okay," Jack confided quietly.  "He's pretending, but he was really scared, so don't be mean to him, 'kay?"<br/>
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Susan smiled.  There had been a handwritten note from Doctor Pitt in Agent McGee's file -- <i>Don't let Agent Gibbs frighten you.  I once saw him order his son not to die.  It worked.</i>  "I'll take you to him, Agent Gibbs."  She picked up a clipboard, tucked it into the crook of her elbow, and gestured for him to follow her down the hallway.<br/>
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Tim's room wasn't far away from Ziva's, or from the nurse's station.  Inside, a very groggy Tim was trying to manipulate the buttons on his (powered off) cell phone.  He looked up blearily.  "Boss!"  He struggled to look more awake.  "I'm not breaking rule three, I just can't get my phone to call you."<br/>
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"Thanks."  Tony looked down into his coffee.  "I played the playboy a long time.  Faked it even longer.  Not sure I've figured out how not be that."  He rubbed the back of his neck.  "You're a profiler, you can probably guess this kind of... openness... isn't my usual.  But fuck, it's been a long day and I don't feel like pretending otherwise."</span></span>