<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Aaron returned the kiss, wishing for a moment that they had the privacy to continue that thought.  Chuckling at himself, he pulled out the phone and dialed Emily.  "Prentiss, it's Hotch.  I need a favor."  He tucked the cell phone against his shoulder so he could help Jack out of his shoes and jacket.  "Jet's team has had a rough day -- long story -- and I have DiNozzo here and need his go-bag from the Navy Yard.  Would you mind fetching it?"<br/>
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Tony rested his head against the tile in the shower, more tired than he should be given the day.  The water at his feet was running clear now, at least -- he hadn't realized how much blood he'd gotten on him until it started rinsing off.  So damned much blood -- and now his teammates (family, half his brain insisted) were in the hospital and he was here just trying not to fall apart, and damn it DiNozzos do <i>not</i> fall apart.  He banged his fist against the tile, frustrated at himself, and the muffled curse threatened to turn into a sob.  Christ, he was a mess -- couldn't even be trusted to take a damned shower.  Why the hell Gibbs put up with him like this Tony had no idea.</span></span>