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The air in the bullpen turned dense with my own smug satisfaction. I leaned back in my chair, a wide grin spreading across my face. "Last night? Phenomenal." Ziva exhaled a weary sigh; McGee’s keyboard clacked in the background. I launched into a detailed appreciation of her perfection—the sculpted curves, the hair that belonged on a silver screen. Then, almost as an afterthought, I mentioned the small tattoo. McGee’s fingers stopped moving. The blood drained from his face, leaving him pale. "Describe. The. Tattoo." His voice was a flat, dangerous line. I shrugged, utterly oblivious to the landmine I’d stepped on. He turned his chair toward me, his voice dropping to a tremble. "That. Was. My. SISTER." The silence that followed was absolute, then violently shattered by Ziva’s bur…