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That smug, all-knowing grin was really starting to get on his nerves. He was already off-balance, and he didn't like it.
Kate, oblivious to the rising testosterone levels--or perhaps not giving a damn--watched Ducky and Daniel, smiling amusedly. Gibbs watched Kate watching the two doctors.
"A bibliophile is someone who collects rare books--like you. But do you know what someone who sells rare books is called?"
"Ah, yes--I forgot you were a linguist."
"You've never asked her out on a date, have you?"
Gibbs bit back a snarl. "I don't get involved with colleagues."
Jack shrugged. "Your loss. Mind if I ask--"
"Yeah, actually, I do. We're on a case."
"Hey, I didn't mean now. Besides, she can make that decision for herself, right?"
Gibbs turned an icy blue glare onto the Air Force general. Jack backed off, obviously fighting a smile. "Okay, okay. On a case. Right."