<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Jack immediately clambered up on the bed and carefully hugged Aunt Ziva.  Then he pulled back and looked in her eyes with all the seriousness of a grown adult.  He held out his hand imperiously and Aaron, stifling a chuckle, handed Jack his backpack.  The boy extracted a soft green stuffed lizard and tucked it into the bed next to Ziva.  "This is Barnabas," he said solemnly.  "He's for scaring away nightmares.  And I guess daymares too?  A'cuz I don't have nap nightmares with him either.  I was hoping you would let him -- wassit --  guard the perimeter."<br/>
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"I'll take it," Tony agreed, sighing.  "I drank Marine tar at Casa Gibbs-Hotchner -- I don't know how they still have stomach lining, really."</span></span>