Loud ostentatious music blared from the jukebox in the corner of the bar and it somehow rang familiar to Abby. Gibbs watched as her eyes lit up and she jumped from the stool where she sat across from him. "Come on Gibbs! You're dancing with me wither you like it or not!"
Before an argument could even form in his mind she had a hold of his wrist and had him pulled half way off his seat. He had no choice in the matter. Not that he could have denied her in the end, everyone knew he couldn't upset her. Once they reached the dance floor he had no idea what he was doing, the best he could do was to find the beat and move with it.
Abby could feel the tension radiating of his body and she giggled when she looked up to find her usually in control boss totally lost and out of his element. To make it easier on him she reached out and grabbed his hands and brought them to a traditional dance form. "Better?"
It'd been a long time since Gibbs had danced; in public, with someone, or hell even at all. But this felt more appropriate, he could briefly remember practicing for the weddings he had in his life. Giving her a wide grin he nodded, "Much."
She started them out, giving him a push to take the lead which wasn't hard for him to do at all. After a few minutes they had the hang of it, the loud swing style of the song made it easy to find a rhythm and fall in step. Back at the table all the eyes of their friends and co-workers were on them.
"You've ever seen the boss cut a rug like that before Ducky?" Tony asked from the corner of his mouth.
"Not for quite some time, Ziva would you care to dance?" The older man turned to his left to find an empty spot where their friend had just been sitting. Both Ducky and Tony looked out towards the dance floor and found her, attached to McGee. Laughing as he spun her out and back into him, neither saw that coming. "You ever seen Timothy cut a rug like that Tony?"All the response he got was a shake of the head as Tony watched in amusement.
The current song came to an end and in its place a softer, love song echoed through the speakers. Most of the couples stopped, moved closer or moved from the floor all together. Abby dropped her hands from Gibbs and grinned up to him in thanks, she began to turn when his hand flew out to grab her wrist.
She looked from where their bodies joined back up to his eyes as he pulled her close and placed his hands at her hips. "I did your style now you do mine." He whispered into her ear as the distance between them was officially closed.
Looping her arms around his neck she also laid her head on his chest and relaxed into his embrace. She could smell sawdust and Irish Spring soap, causing her to grin, and hear the beat of his heart. Their movements were slow and smooth; side to side swaying back and forth in small movements across the wooden floor.
"Kelly used to love this song." His words were just above a whisper but she heard them, they caused to her pull her head back a bit and grin up at him. It was rare he shared anything relating to his first wife and daughter, Abby felt privileged he would share it with her.
Staring into the emerald of her eyes he continued with the brief memory of these lyrics and the melody. "She convinced Shannon to buy her the tape and after that she would play just this song at a defining level, like someone else I know."
Her tongue found its way just outside her mouth and her eyes narrowed at him, before she burst into soft laughter. "I do remember this song, girls in school playing it repeatedly. I think it played at my prom."
Debbie Gibson continued to fill the small bar with her teenage romance, Abby laid her head back on Gibbs chest after he cracked a smirk at her. Closing her eyes she allowed the lyrics to hit her and sink into her memory, marking this moment as a reason to stop hating the song.
If salvation seems worlds away
Oh, I'll be found
When I'm lost in your eyes.