<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Dad?"<br/>
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"Yeah, buddy?"<br/>
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Jack looked up from the boxes of pizza, a worried expression on his face.  "Uncle Tony will be okay, right?"<br/>
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Aaron set the boxes on the counter and scooped his son up.  "Of course he will.  So will Tim and Ziva."<br/>
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Tony nodded against Gibbs, arms tight around him.  He needed this right now, and that scared him almost as much as the idea of losing Tim and Ziva.  Eventually he sighed and pulled away.  "We should go down before Aaron thinks I'm trying to steal you away."</span></span>