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div class="mail-message-content collapsible zoom-normal mail-show-images" style="margin: 16px 0px; zoom: 1.6435272045028142;"span style="font-size: 16px;"Ziva had been standing at parade rest, mulling over what she had been told by the asset. she couldn't recall ever meeting a Bruce Roberts in isreal. but hearing the roar she goes into the room even as she remembers stuff. what she sees brings more memories forward. he's aware with his face turned away and shoulders hunched over. clearly he had had a nightmare. her gun is still pointing him when he speaks./spanbr /
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p dir="ltr""Zi, you And i both know that the gun doesn't work on me, even if you can't remember why." br /puzzled as to how he knew I had the gun drawn, as does Tim I start to say his /"robe-" br /he turns suddenly and see his eyes are back to that mysterious /" nickname or middle name only zi. that name can no longer be used except by three because of a curse."br /"fine Robbie. why did you leave?"br /Bruce fidgets, his blazing green eyes fixed on the gun in my hands. br /"first loer your guns" we comply "second you dumped I and third you and I both know wh. the same dress your father told you to end things, I was a fugitive who overstayed my welcome..."br /she nods. Tim speaks up /"wait this is the ex? apart from the crazy eye trick, he doesn't look like he could hurt a fly much less the army-"br /Bruce flinches and then lets out a dark chuckle that cuts Tim offbr /"you still haven't figured it out have to? you really don't know? I guess you'll have to wait as zi bypasses the hypnotherapy repression."/p
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div class="mail-message-content collapsible zoom-normal mail-show-images" style="margin: 16px 0px; zoom: 1.6435272045028142;"span style="font-size: 16px;"Ziva had been standing at parade rest, mulling over what she had been told by the asset. she couldn't recall ever meeting a Bruce Roberts in isreal. but hearing the roar she goes into the room even as she remembers stuff. what she sees brings more memories forward. he's aware with his face turned away and shoulders hunched over. clearly he had had a nightmare. her gun is still pointing him when he speaks./spanbr /
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p dir="ltr""Zi, you And i both know that the gun doesn't work on me, even if you can't remember why." br /puzzled as to how he knew I had the gun drawn, as does Tim I start to say his /"robe-" br /he turns suddenly and see his eyes are back to that mysterious /" nickname or middle name only zi. that name can no longer be used except by three because of a curse."br /"fine Robbie. why did you leave?"br /Bruce fidgets, his blazing green eyes fixed on the gun in my hands. br /"first loer your guns" we comply "second you dumped I and third you and I both know wh. the same dress your father told you to end things, I was a fugitive who overstayed my welcome..."br /she nods. Tim speaks up /"wait this is the ex? apart from the crazy eye trick, he doesn't look like he could hurt a fly much less the army-"br /Bruce flinches and then lets out a dark chuckle that cuts Tim offbr /"you still haven't figured it out have to? you really don't know? I guess you'll have to wait as zi bypasses the hypnotherapy repression."/p
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