<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Jack blinked at the abrupt shift from Papa to Agent Gibbs.  It always surprised him, a little.  The difference was bigger than it was between Dad and Agent Hotchner, even.  "Okay."<br/>
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At Bethesda, Tony was pacing in a waiting room.  The nurses were eyeing him suspiciously -- probably because he'd ditched his suit jacket and his sidearm showed.  Although the fact that his shirt was red from the cuffs up to the elbows might have had something to do with it.  He was talking on his cell phone, barking out orders to NCIS and metro PD and whatever other schmuck he could get his hands on -- anything to stay busy and keep from thinking about his partner and best friend bleeding in rooms just off this one.</span></span>