<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Okay."  Jack was quieter now, almost clinging to Papa.  He rubbed his cheek on the rough material of the polo shirt.  <br/>
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Jethro's cell phone rang, earning him a few irritated looks from other patrons of the bookstore.  When he answered, Tony spoke rapidly.  "Boss, I know you're off duty and I wouldn't call if it weren't important.  Tim and Ziva were in a car wreck on the way back to the Navy Yard -- they're okay but banged up.  Really banged up.  Zee's probably going to be benched for awhile, I think she broke the leg... Tim's... it's bad, boss."  Tony sucked in a breath.  "And I'm not calling because you're our boss, I'm calling because I'm freaking out and could really use a Gibbs slap.  What are the chances you and the monster could get down to Bethesda?"</span></span>