<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Morning."  He approved of her caution -- and his respect for her jumped another notch.  </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 255, 153)">Gibbs waited until Ziva had finished reporting before he handed her a styrofoam take-out box.  "I wasn't sure if you kept kosher, so I erred on the side of caution.  Eat up.  You deserve it."  When she protested -- as he knew she would -- Gibbs shook his head.  "You protected my people.  Least I can do is feed you."<br/>
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Rather than allow her more time to argue, Gibbs pulled a chair close to Kate's bed and settled into it.  "McGee should be checking in soon -- he would be the best one to help you with that list of names.  I'll... I'll stay here for awhile.  And you--" he pointed at Ziva, "--need sleep, too."</span></span>