A/N: I got this idea from a commercial I remember from a few years back about a dad taking this carload of girls to a boyband concert. I can just see Nick doing this. And yes, I was an 'N Sync and Backstreet Boys fan back in the day. The twins, Sara, and Mari aren't in this, b/c the timeline would be off, since boy bands ruled the word from approximately 1998-2002. Haha. Enjoy and please reviewww!!

Nick sighed heavily the way only a grown man in his situation could, securing his sunglasses in position on his face as the load of nine year old girls piled into the back seats of his Denali one Friday evening in July. He turned his head to make sure Mally and all her little friends found a place to sit and buckled in, and was surprised they'd managed to take even a moment's break in their giggling and generally girly behavior to do so.

"Everyone buckled up?" He asked loudly over their excited chatter and the bouncing of their bottoms of the seats.

"Yes, Daddy!" Mally answered for her friends, sitting in one of the second row seats. Natalie was across from her, and her other friends Madeline and Emma sat in the very back. All were adorned in partially sequined jeans, 'N Sync t-shirts or tank tops, bandanas, all topped with a distracting amount of face paint and glitter claiming which boy bander was her favorite (his own daughter had a gimundo crush on Justin, of course, and would sometimes write her name as Mally Stokes Timberlake). Nick let out a little chuckle as he looked at the set of them. They were nine years old, just getting into that preteen girl phase he had been dreading since Mally was born. As a teenage boy he couldn't stand it. All the girls went ga-ga over these little boy groups, who had not one ounce of talent, and lip synched to music that shouldn't even be given that distinction, written by somebody else. It was all noise, noise, noise, which Nick had had the unfortunate experience of listening to, stereo turned up to level 20 (the loudest he allowed Mally), seven days a week, for at least the past year. He was embarrassed to admit (though not to any adult he knew) that he knew all the words to both of 'N Sync's albums (and select songs from their Christmas effort), and could practically play all the music videos in his head if he wanted to, which honestly, he would rather gouge out his own eyes. And now here he was, at the age of 33, taking four little girls to the 'N Sync No Strings Attached concert. There was really no way he'd rather spend his Friday evening. Do you detect a hint of sarcasm here?

"Daddy, put this in, please." Mally requested, holding her over-played bright orange CD over his shoulder. Nick took it from her and briefly considered chucking it out the window, but he didn't feel like battling four fourth graders over that stunt. He sighed as he ejected his Keith Urban disc, tossing in his country collection inside his console, and popped in the crap.

"Skip to Bye Bye Bye!" The order came from Natalie, Grissom and Catherine's daughter. Sadly, Nick knew exactly what track that was, and quickly found it to appease his daughter and her trio of friends. The "music" played as Nick pulled out of his driveway, and the girls began singing along, pumping their fists and mimicking the dance moves from the video as best they could. For nine year olds they were pretty good, he thought. The girls had even formed their own mock-'N Sync group, using Natalie's dog Hebo as the must-needed fifth member. Nick had hours of their living room and backyard performances on tape, which Mally regularly watched and reviewed. They were planning on performing in their elementary school's upcoming talent show.

Nick had received so much grief from the Grissoms about this little outing, but honestly, how could he deny his only daughter the chance to see her idols, even if he thought, no, knew they were complete crap? Mally adored those five girly men more than him, he sometimes worried. Dozens of posters adorned her walls, overpriced dolls were displayed in her room, and of course the songs blared from beneath her door every waking hour of the day. Nick figured it wasn't the worst thing in the world to be into. In a few years, she would be into real life boys – boys that he might have to scare off. She might be tempted to smoke a cigarette, have sex, or do drugs. Being into 'N Sync wasn't so bad.

"Bye byyyyyyyyyyeeeee!!! Baaaaabyyyy!!" The four girls screamed JC's line near the 'climax' of the song. Okay, maybe it was bad. Nick sighed and rubbed at his eyes with his fingertips, trying to ward off a mounting headache. He knew that if he fought the feeling, like Mally accused him of doing, he was not going to have a pleasant evening. Sure, his hearing would be severely compromised by the concert's end, but that was to be expected.

Nick looked out the window as he passed through another neighborhood, and glanced at two people obviously arguing in the front yard. The girl was dressed in shorts and a tank top, a pony tail on her head during this hot summer day, pointing and yelling quite adamantly at an older man, which Nick guessed to be her father. She was probably around sixteen, and he could remember back to his own upbringing the arguments he and his siblings, especially his sisters, would have with their father. Just regular teenager stuff, arguing about curfew times, clothes, schoolwork, respect. It was a rough time in any kid's life.

Nick glanced back in the rearview mirror and caught his daughter's eyes. She was smiling at him with pure joy on her face as she sang along to Bringin' Da Noise, another crappy song from yours truly. Nick smiled at her, squinting slightly in the sunlight, and had to chuckle at the girls' antics. His daughter was nine years old – a great age. She still seemed to adore him, or at least not mind him much. She still wanted to play games with him, go places with him, get tickled, and wake him up in the middle of the night when she had a bad dream. Mally had always been his little girl, and he realized that things wouldn't always be that way. When she was sixteen, she would probably talk back to him, roll her eyes, and lock herself up in her room in the evening. But right now, she liked to watch TV with him on the couch, kick his butt at Monopoly, and confide in him about her seemingly insurmountable dilemmas. He was her hero. And he was complaining about her wanting him to take her and her little friends to a concert? What a great problem to have.

Mally made an exceptionally silly attempt at one of the trademark dance moves, causing the girls to giggle. She was really an extraordinary child, at least in his eyes. Mally had been dealt a tough set of cards early on, but she was doing well enough to have some great friends, make good grades, have a great sense of humor, and make him very very proud in the process. He joined in the laughter, the lines spreading all over his face, because their little girl cackling and juvenile obsession were tickling his soul. Nick was happy to be out with his daughter and her hyper friends.

As the next song came on, Nick decided to throw it all to the wind, and began moving his head to the beat a little, tapping the steering wheel. The girls ate his participation right up, and the trip turned in to a how-to car dancing lesson. And wouldn't you know, Nick was one of the few fathers who actually danced and sang along with his daughter that night, and he couldn't care less what Grissom thought.