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“Shake it off, Shepard.”
Jenny gathers her red hair into a ponytail. Her eyes are puffy and bloodshot, but otherwise, she shows no emotion. “I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine.” They sit in painful silence. He motions to her Sig. “You’re a good shot.”
“Gee, that’s a wildly appropriate conversation to have after I’ve fired a round in a suspect’s chest.”
Gibbs snorts. “What do you want me to say? It was self-defense. You did your job. End of story.”
She reaches for the car door, and he puts his hand on her arm. She flinches.
“Take care of yourself.”