<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Tony wanted to believe her.  Hell, Gibbs believed her, at least a little, or she wouldn't still be alive.  But the last time a Mossad officer had been in autopsy alive, Gerald had gotten a bullet to the shoulder, and Kate and Ducky had gotten the fright of their lives.<br/>
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Some of that conflict evidently showed on his face, because Ducky offered him a reassuring smile.  "Run along to Jethro, then, Anthony -- and do please check on Caitlin.  Let me know if there are any changes, of course, dear boy... and then might I suggest that you get some rest?"  The older man's brogue was thicker than normal, a result of his own emotion -- and if he hadn't already been gloved up for the autopsy, he'd have put a reassuring hand on Tony's shoulder.<br/>
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"Yeah -- yeah, okay, Duck."  Tony gave one last look at Ziva before exiting.<br/>
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"There now, where were we..." Ducky murmured -- to himself, and to Ari's body.  "Ah, yes.  It was Paul Mauser who introduced the first commercially manufactured semi-automatic pistol -- just before the turn of the century.  Last century, you know..."</span></span>