<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Jack squirmed carefully into the space between Aunt Ziva and the edge of her bed, on the opposite side of Barnabas.  "I brought books.  And coloring.  You want to color with me?"<br/>
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"If you make me a list, I'll run down to the bookshop," Aaron offered, running his hand up and down Jethro's back.  "I've spent too much time cooped up in a bed -- I understand the need for distractions."<br/>
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"The team's had a couple years full of worse," Tony murmured.  He scrubbed his hand over his face.  "Sorry.  I'm -- not usually this -- volatile.  Too much time with Papa Gibbs.  It's so weird to see him with Jack and Hotch.  Not bad, just..." Tony flapped a hand in the air.  "Weird."</span></span>