<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Jack squealed again, this time at his Papa.  He clung to Jethro like a little monkey, grinning madly.<br/>
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Tony yawned again, covering it with his hand.  "I can head home," he offered again.<br/>
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"Don't even think about it, DiNozzo."  Aaron lifted a hand, making an abortive gesture towards the back of Tony's head.<br/>
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"You're as bad as Gibbs."  Tony sighed.  "Alright.  I concede."  He hauled himself up off the couch and stretched.  "G'night, Emily.  Night, Aaron."</span></span>