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Scintilla
Tony frowned. He hated days like these. Gibbs was always a bear when a case was going badly.
Usually Tony could handle it just fine, but today he struggled to keep a smile on his face. He'd had a dream last night that his co-workers had died in a shoot out on a case and he hadn't been able to shake it even though he knew they were all alive, right now.
Gibbs noticed that his SFA was off, so he refrained from head slapping him even when he normally would have earned one, but Tony didn't notice. He just wondered if anyone had even noticed that he was hurting. If they did their comfort was so scant as to be scintilla.
