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“G et up.”

smacked Gibbs’s foot where he lay in his tidy bed in his tidy room so close to Atta’s.

“Gibbs. Get up .”

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, rubbing a fist at his eyes as he tried to sit up. “Murdoch? Fuck. What are you doing in my room?”

It was nice to see the lad’s trepidation of him was eradicated by sleepiness. “I need to talk to you.”

“What time is it?” He looked around blearily. “How did you even get in here?”

hung his mask on one of the posts of Gibbs’s bed. “It’s 4:56 in the morning and climbing a tree is not that fucking hard. Now get up .”

“I’m up, I’m up.” He shoved on his glasses and turned on a lamp, Gibbs squinting at the abrupt light. “What is it?”

“What do you know about Atta’s migraines?”

“Atta’s mig– What?”

“Christ, Gibbs. I know you were asleep but this is ridiculous. Her migraines . Atta has migraines. Why does she get them?”

Gibbs shook his head, hair wild from sleep. “She’s never mentioned them.”

squeezed his jaws together. “I need you to find out.”

“You want me to spy on my roommate? Why don’t you just ask her?”

“Because I can’t, all right?”

“Is this Society business or Morbid Anatomy business?”

“I fucking swear. You ask almost as many damned questions as she does.” rose and moved toward the window, grabbing his mask. “Just find out.”

He donned the mask and ducked out the window, hand latching onto the large tree outside it before leaning back in. “Make sure she locks her fucking window, too. This was too easy.”

“Most people don’t climb in other people’s windows like creeps,” Gibbs shot back.

snorted. “I like this no-holds-barred version of you, Gibbs.”

He climbed down the tree, hopping from the trunk to the soft dirt, and began the long walk back to Achilles.