Gibbs has come back for good, and we've settled back into the normal routine.
Teasing, joking, laughing, occasional death threats, the whole she-bang. It's cool, and I'm glad that we were friends. I still feel differently about her than I did before her 'death.' I keep flirting, keeping the Probie's blood pressure up, getting head slaps from Gibbs, but I think she sees that something's different. Now I'm the one wearing a mask.
The last few months have felt like a sort of in-between time, when I could go for it, tell her how I feel and damn Rule 12 or I could give up and choke down some cafeteria food with Jeanne.