<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Aaron hummed into the kiss, momentarily distracted from ordinary concerns like the stray NCIS agent upstairs in the bathroom.  "Sweats?  Oh.  Yeah, of course."  He stole one more kiss.  "You want me to grab a pair, or stay down here and wait for pizza?  It should be here any minute."<br/>
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"I can wait for pizza!" Jack offered.<br/>
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Aaron laughed.  "Yes, but you can't pay for it, bud."  He ruffled his son's hair, still smiling.  "Prentiss is a good choice -- Morgan, if you can't reach Em."</span></span>