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Hobbledehoy
Gibbs glared at everyone. He didn't realize there were so many hobbledehoys. They all flinched whenever he looked at them.
Honestly, they were worse than McGee when he first joined the team. It was taking ten times as long to fix the MCRT computers as any of the others because the awkward geeky guys doing the fixing couldn't seem to concentrate when he was glaring at them.
For once, his glare seemed to be a detriment. Gibbs would be glad when the tech team finally rid the last NCIS computer of whatever stupid virus they'd been infected with and they could go back to solving actual cases.
