<span style="font-family:Fredericka the Great"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">Fornell glanced at Tony, once Abby had stormed out of the room. "She's just as dangerous as Gibbs. You guys better watch that one.." He commented, and then sighed and got to the reason he had shown up. "I'm here because I want an update on Agent Todd. Gibbs has her under lock and key since she's still in the coma, and I know what a pain in the ass he can be, so I'm not risking going over there and pissing him off. I already have enough to deal with, with Diane."<br/>
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"I don't need to get into an altercation with Gibbs." He said and then rolled his eyes. He cleared his throat a moment later, and glanced around the bullpen. "I take it, that her status hasn't improved?" And for the first time in a long time, there was a concerned tone to the words. "I hope you know what's going to happen if she doesn't make it. Gibbs is too close to her. </span></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"><span style="font-size: 15px">And if she dies, he'll burn the world to ashes." As he glanced around the room, <br/>
his eyes landed on Kate's desk.<br/>
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Fornell turned his full body so that he faced Tony, and lowered his voice to not be overheard. "What's the Mossad agent still doing here? I figured she'd have gone back to Israel when Ari was taken out." There was an uncomfortable look on his face, and while he didn't like to say things like this, he truly was concerned about what having the woman around would do. "Gibbs is playing a dangerous game by keeping her here..." He muttered and kept glancing at her, though not in an obvious way. <br/>
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"He always did like to tempt fate, but this is a little much, even for him." He looked up at Tony and then said, "As for Miss Sciuto, she's done in court for this case. Her behavior was pr</span></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(77, 255, 166)"><span style="font-size: 15px">oper, but her clothes </span></span></span><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Fredericka the Great"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(77, 255, 166)">set off some of the jury. We can't risk putting her back in there for this case."<br/>
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</span></span></span><br/><span style="font-family:Fredericka the Great"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"><span style="font-size: 15px">A flash of happiness through her eyes at the sight of the Caf-Pow and the cupcake. But instead of immediately enjoying both of them, she set both items down on the counter and grabbed the voodoo doll out of Tim's hands and bolted across the room to where the ballistics tank was. She tossed the voodoo doll inside, put the ear plugs in her ears, and then </span></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(77, 255, 166)"><span style="font-size: 15px">immediately</span></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"><span style="font-size: 15px"> went to town shooting the doll, over and over, and over, and over. She didn't know or care how many times she fired at the doll.<br/>
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Just that it helped her anger, at least a little, to be able to shoot this version of the lawyers that pissed her off in court today. With the music turned down, the profanities that flew out of her mouth as she kept shooting, earned her looks of concern and shock from Tim, but the moment, all she could focus on was her anger. "Can you believe that shit? </span></span></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(77, 255, 166)"><span style="font-family:Fredericka the Great"><span style="font-size: 15px">They tried to tell me how to do my job! Then insinuated that women shouldn't be allowed to be forensic scientists!"<br/>
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"I nearly grabbed the guy by his tie and choked him!"</span></span></span>