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The only thing more dangerous than messing with a marine’s coffee was interfering with his morning shower.
Sharing Gibbs’ bed didn’t include an invitation to join him under the scalding hot spray that he favored. Fornell could only listen to barely discernable, but no doubt off-key singing and imagine the drops pelting Gibbs’ back and shoulders.
His reaction to the visual was fairly impressive considering his age and the previous night’s activity. He decided to risk the Wrath of Jethro by entering the bathroom and standing there until he heard the predictably cranky voice.
“All right, Tobias. Come on in.”