"Where are you going?" Fornell had woken to the sound of Gibbs getting up and now the man was tying his shoes.
"It's cold."
"You're cold? You?"
"No, not me."
"Then who?" Fornell knew immediately and answered his own question. "They're fine, Jethro."
Gibbs continued to dress, bundling up in his coat and gloves, without saying a word.
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I love that Gibbs was worried enough to check on the boys only to finally discover all the secrets of their tent. I also love that Tim has the good grace to be sheepish when faced with Gibbs sarcasm while Tony lets it roll off his back, mourning the end of the marshmallows as though it's he worst problem a camper can face. Fornell's graceless entrance into the tent followed by his absolute incredulity is plain hysterical. I'm glad they are taking care of Kyle. I hope their honesty in filling him in doesn't turn out to be misplaced.
I'm so glad that you are updating again. Journal stalking makes me a happy girl! I'm glad your wrist is healed enough that you are writing again! I can't wait for whatever you have in store for us next!
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This is one of my favorite chapters, so I'm glad you like it. I had a blast writing it.
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Can't wait for more! Thanks
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But Gibbs and Fornell are priceless. I can't stop laughing over the envy of Tony and Tim living it up, the other two none the wiser. Tony though, out of marshmallows. I can just see the look on his face when talking about it too.
Love this! Will beg and grovel for more!
Love and cherries,
Wingstar
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