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Tocsin
Gibbs had never broken the habit he'd had to develop in the Marines of always sleeping with one eye open. Or at least he’d never stopped sleeping lightly. Even though his door was never locked, the chance of someone sneaking into his home was slim. The slightest noise or hint of presence would wake Gibbs.
Not everyone was smart enough to realize that though. That's why Gibbs awoke to his internal tocsin, warning him that someone else was in his house. Grumbling, Gibbs was going to give whoever was in his house a definite talking to. He needed his sleep.
