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Cars are lined up both sides of the street, and I can hear loud beats coming from within the depths of Abby's flat. I smile, shaking my head as I scour for a parking space. I find a spot near the fire escape, and hastily get out, a bottle of fizzing, hard cranberry juice in my hand. I carry myself to the lobby, feeling the spare change I have in my pockets bounce and jingle with every stride, until I reach the intercom. I press the C4 button, sending a buzzer to Abby's room.
As I am about to put my ear to the speaker in question, the intercom comes on, blaring with voices and rock music. The voice is raspy and slurred when it answers.
"Yeah?"
"Abbs! Can you let me in?"
There is a moment of silence, as if Abby is trying to put my voice to a face. Then, another reply;
"Oh, Gibbs! Hi! Here-"There is a high-pitched beep, and I sprint up the stairway that leads to her apartment. I don't even have to knock on the door, and she is already there, standing rather blatantly in the doorway, a smirk on her face and her eyes glossed with alcohol. The sight of her without makeup on is rather interesting to take in; my blue eyes look her over warmly, a small smile spreading across my face when they meet with her beautiful green ones.
"Come in, sir," She smiles inwardly, recalling my requests for her not to call me sir.
"Of course, Abbs." I disregard her comment completely, and let a sweet laugh escape my lips. She takes me by the arm and pulls me into the flat. I am quickly submersed in the sweet perfumes of alcohol, and Ozzie Osborne's "Crazy Train" that is blasting from a large speaker nearby.
I stay with Abby for the bulk of time I'm at her flat. We chat a little, share a few laughs, talk about old cases; nothing too heavy. I smile every time she trips over a word when we talk. Her voice is so beautiful when she's like this. It's so vulnerable and gravelly. I feel a little strain in my neck as my blood pressure rises. The darkness, music, scents, and striking woman in front of me don't help one bit; but I don't care.
I turn away to pour myself a shot of bourbon, regaining my senses momentarily.
Have some fun, Gunny. Let loose a little, for God's sake! You're so hard on yourself.
Primal instincts kick in again after that mental slap. I turn to a throng of people dancing in front of one of the speakers, determined to find Abby and show her exactly how much 'fun' I could have. I quickly spot her black pigtails, swaying gently to the music playing.
"-You could be my unintended choice to live my life, extended…"
I know this song. Why the heck do I know this song?
I find Abby deep in the cluster, dancing by herself. That was a first. Abby didn't seem like a girl that would be free of a man on her hips for too long. I take the opportunity, and approach her. She smiles and takes my hand, pulling me into a rhythm as her body sways gently against mine. The beat slows, and so do her movements against my hips. I make the next move, encircling her in an embrace. I feel her press against the slight strain in my jeans.
I really had to be more careful about that. It felt so good though. My sense of boundaries disappear as the song continues, Abby and I becoming one in our slow sways. She rests her head on my shoulder, pulling herself closer to me. I embrace the warmth she brings to my chest, and I feel her smile into my sweatshirt.
"Having fun, Abbs?" I whisper to her, letting my lips brush her ear. Her smile widens, and she looks up at me with a glimmer in her eye that I haven't seen before.
"Never been happier, Gibbs."