<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"I'm good to go, Boss," Tony said, sticking out his hand to Jack.  "So's the monster."<br/>
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Aaron chuckled.  "Alright then.  Pile in."<br/>
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The drive to the hospital was fairly sedate -- traffic was not bad, despite Jethro's dire prediction.  Tony's leg was vibrating with tension, enough so that Jack kept nudging him to try and distract him.<br/>
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Arriving at Bethesda, Jack refused to let go of Tony, who was shadowing Jethro so closely he nearly stumbled over Gibbs' shoes more than once.  Aaron followed behind, feeling vaguely like a sheepdog.  Ducky met them in the waiting room, looking drawn and tired.  "Ah, good.  Mister Palmer will be relieved to see the changing of the guard -- he stepped out a moment to phone Breena."  Ducky looked over each of them, his eyes lingering on Tony.  "Well, then.  I suppose you will asking for a sitrep, Jethro?"</span></span>