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Interstice
“Don’t make this harder than it has to be Jethro.” Tony murmured, trying to wiggle out of Gibbs hold.
“This can’t be goodbye.” Gibbs muttered gruffly into Tony’s shoulder squeezing him close, so that only the tiniest of interstices existed between them.
“It’s not. It’s only until you can get Vance to bring me back.” Tony pointed out.
“I can’t believe Vance broke up my hand-picked team and stuck me with a bunch of new agents.” Gibbs grumbled.
“You’ll be fine.” Tony patted Gibbs on the back. “Seriously. I have to go or I’ll be late to the ship.”
Gibbs frowned, but finally let Tony leave after hugging him tightly once more.
