<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Good," Jack said, patting Barnabas on the head.  "He'll keep watch when you hafta sleep."<br/>
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Aaron ruffled Jack's hair, leaning against Jethro.  He was delighted both that their son was so attached to Ziva and that Jethro was so willing to show affection to both of them in front of Ziva.  The whole interaction made him feel warm.  "He is that."  His eyes slid to Ziva, smiling a little.  "Other than the guard lizard there -- is there anything else we can bring you?"<br/>
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Tony hadn't realized he'd slotted Emily into a "safe" category in his brain until he realized he was slumped against the elevator wall in her presence -- telegraphing his weakness, in effect.  He rubbed his forehead, sighing.  "Wolverine's always after me to drink less coffee.  Doctor Plague."  He flapped a hand.  "Doctor Pitt.  Hell, I need coffee more than I realized."</span></span>