A/N: Just a quick note to say that I am back off to the land where I have to fight for the Internet. Updates and review replies may be a little delayed, but I will do my best.
July 11
Whatever is interesting to me, is interesting to my friend. – Walter Savage Landor
Abby screamed along with the crowd. She was completely caught up in the moment.
Gibbs had given her the best birthday present ever – two tickets to a Plastic Death concert. She had been delighted at the thought of seeing her favorite band, especially as she had been unable to get tickets when they had come out.
And then she had struggled to find someone to go with her. She wanted to share the experience with someone. But everyone had been busy already.
Everyone except Gibbs, who she had promptly invited to come with her. To his credit, he hadn't batted an eyelid and agreed at once. Perhaps it had something to do with her test-firing a few bullets as she had invited him…
Nevertheless, she felt they were having a good time together. Gibbs wasn't dancing along to the music – she would fear for his sanity if he did – but he wasn't stuck in a corner muttering to himself either. He seemed to be enjoying the music, in his own way.
She was glad he was with her. There was something about concerts that involved bringing a friend. It didn't feel right when she was on her own.
Maybe tomorrow night, when her ears were sure to be ringing still, they could work on his boat together. For now, she was content to live in the moment.