<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Gibbs initially bristled at the way Ziva ordered him around -- but it was a perfectly acceptable order.  He called DiNozzo's phone and informed him of the change in plans -- as soon as Ducky completed the autopsy, they were to head to Bethesda.  Then Gibbs did as Ziva said, and went home.  He threw his clothes straight into the washer, took a blistering hot shower, and collapsed onto his bed.<br/>
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Tim jerked awake when Ziva cleared her throat and shot up, hand going to his gun though he didn't draw the weapon.  "Right.  Home."  He scrubbed at his face.  "I think I better take a cab."  He leaned over and kissed Abby on the forehead and, after a brief mental debate, did the same to Kate.  So what if she was in a coma?  The affection was as much for him as it was for her.  "Did Gibbs go home?  Or is he still at NCIS?"  If Gibbs was still working the case, Tim would find a fourth or fifth -- maybe eighth wind, and keep pushing too.  He could do whatever his boss needed him to do, after all.<br/>
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Tony gathered an exhausted medical examiner into his car and headed to Bethesda.  "You know, there was a time when I'd have had to look up the fastest way to get to Bethesda," Tony remarked absently as he drove.  "But I've spent a hell of a lot of time there in the past couple years."<br/>
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"That is to be expected, young Anthony, when one has suffered from the pneumonic plague."  Ducky patted his arm soothingly.  Soon, they were heading upstairs to Kate's busy room.  Tony IDd himself and Ducky to the Marine on guard before entering, unable to control a yawn.  "Heya, Kate.  Abbs.  David."  He waved at them all.  It didn't seem strange to him at all to address Kate as though she were awake -- maybe because he was tired, but maybe because he didn't want to think of her as anything other than in a prolonged sleep.</span></span>