A/N: So I've started to cross-stitch all of Gibbs' rules onto bookmarks (I know, I'm extremely cool).
I think this sucker's set during his margarita safari. I know it's not obviously Jibbs, but squint at it for a while.
Eh, Review.
30-Down Beer
Beer was a fascinating thing. Abby could tell him how his drink had been made, the barley fermented and the hops added for flavour. Ziva could kill him in a hundred different ways with this drink, and Ducky could bore him to death with associated tales of bygone days. McGee could write it into his next novel, Tony could chug it down with the best of them. But Gibbs didn't care where it came from, or what it could be. He cared only for its purchase propelling him to ignorance. For if ignorance was bliss, bliss was a cold beer.