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He wouldn’t admit it, but Gibbs had a sweet tooth. A missing Marine’s wife offered them some freshly baked oatmeal raisin cookies as a ‘thank you’ for finding her husband. Gibbs politely refused, but when the woman insisted, he took several.
Gibbs tossed Jenny the keys and he sat shotgun.
“You don’t have a rule against accepting baked goods from civilians?”
He turned and stared for a moment, as if he was thinking. He broke off a piece of one of the large cookies in his hands and offered it to her. He answers her without bothering to chew. “Nope.”