<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Jethro," Ducky began -- presumably to have a discussion about feelings and secrets and more things Gibbs didn't want to discuss at work -- when the phone rang.<br/>
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He answered it, and felt a rush of mixed emotions.  He hung up, stood, and holstered his weapon, grabbing his badge.  "Gear up.  Dead Marine in Rock Creek Park," he announced.  <br/>
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Tim and Tony stood automatically, grabbing bags and following him to the elevator.  Everything seemed entirely normal -- except that Gibbs pulled out his previously-hated cell phone and tapped out a message as they rode down to the vehicles.  <i>Hey Kitten -- Got a case.  Taking some very shaken boys with me.  Hard to think of them as agents right now, because they both look like they want to cry.  I can't blame them -- I kind of do, too.  First case without you, for real.  I'll be delivering your tablet and myself to you as soon as I can.  Miss you already. -- Jet</i></span></span>