You walk into the small, dimly lit hotel room, and your gaze immediately falls on the single bed in the middle of the room. The sight makes your stomach twist slightly as you realize there's no other option but to share it with Gibbs.

A sigh escapes your lips, the reality of the situation setting in. You quickly glance around the room for a second bed, but it's clear: this is it. You’ve been on enough cases with him to know he’s not the type to offer any sort of compromise.

Gibbs notices your hesitation and glances over with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Guess we're going to have to make this work," he says matter-of-factly, tossing his bag onto the chair near the window with a casual air.

You cross your arms defensively, trying not to feel the uncomfortable heat creeping up your neck. "Not exactly what I had in mind when they booked this place," you reply, trying to keep the tone light, but it’s hard to mask the unease in your voice.

Gibbs just shrugs, completely unfazed, and strides toward the bed. He plops down on the edge, his posture casual and completely at ease as he loosens his tie. "Deal with it. It’s only one night." His voice is a low drawl, like this is just another day on the job.

The air between you thickens with an odd tension. You’ve always kept a professional distance from him, worked together without stepping over any lines, but this - this is a whole new situation. The fine line between being just colleagues and something more seems to shift, and you’re not sure how to navigate it.