<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Jack giggled.  "I like surprises.  I'm not very good at keeping them secret from other people though.  It's a really good thing Papa didn't make me keep Dad's ring a secret very long, I'd've spilled the beans for sure!"<br/>
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"Get me Kevlar and Ziva something squishy and Tony -- Tony needs a giant bubble so he never gets sick again," Tim said fervently.  He clung both to Gibbs' hand and the idea that Ziva was safe in her room with Jack at her side.  "I really hate this, Gibbs," he said quietly -- like it was some kind of terrible secret.  "Being hurt, being in the hospital."<br/>
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"Just don't tell anybody," Tony murmured.  "I've got a rep to uphold, and it doesn't include being a good listener or a shoulder to cry on."  Despite the lightness of his tone, Tony's arm was warm and supportive around her.  "You'll be okay, Em.  It takes awhile to find your feet after an undercover mission like that goes bad -- but you'll get there."</span></span>