Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS. Or Scotch tape.
Word count: 100
Set not too long after Somalia.
He knew it.
He knew the façade had to crack sometime. There is no damn body that can go through what she did and just spring back. She has a hard armor up, but Gibbs knows it's patched with Scotch tape and can only last so long before the memories start settling in.
That's why he doesn't react when he hears her footsteps pad softly down the stairs as he's bent over his worktable. He says nothing, just reaches forward to fill those ever-present mason jars and push one toward her. Seeing her wavering expression, his face softens.
"C'mere, kid."
'Cause we all know she got over Somalia too quickly. Yeah, I could go on for quite a while on that topic, but I'll restrain myself and leave ya with that.
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