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When DiNozzo mentioned Jenny’s haircut, Gibbs didn’t think anything of it. The next day, the new style was glaringly obvious. Gibbs found himself staring at the pixie cut, eyeing the strands of hair that now stuck out in every direction.
He liked her long hair better.
“You cut your hair, Jen?” He knew the answer, and he knew he’d regret asking, but he was unable to hold back.
She swiveled around in her desk chair. “Does it matter?”
“I like it.”
Jenny’s fake exasperation could only work so many times. Perhaps this was a haircut Gibbs could get used to.