Author's Note: I lost my mind and finally decided to combine two things that I love, Jibbs and Fleetwood Mac. Be aware that I time traveled into the future in the EFO universe. Why? Well, I thought it would be fitting considering Fleetwood Mac is currently on tour and playing in D.C. tonight! Happy Halloween!

Leroy Jethro Gibbs entered his home and carelessly tossed his keys onto the table in the foyer. He rubbed the back of his neck tensely as music from the living room drifted to his ears. As the first few chords of the song reached his ears, the silver haired agent rolled his eyes. He had half a mind to turn around and walk straight out of the old townhouse. If his wife was playing that specific album, it meant one thing, and he didn't want to be nagged, sweet talked, or conned into anything.

"Jethro," his wife's voice trilled from the living room. Before he could make a clean escape, Jenny was standing in front of him with a saccharine smile plastered on her face. "Guess what?"

He shrugged his shoulders and gave her a stony look.

"Jethro," the redhead spoke firmly. "Guess," she stated in a petulant way that reminded him distinctively of Abby.

"A.J.'s staying with us tonight," he said.

Jenny sighed and rolled her eyes in annoyance. Their grandson staying with them on a Friday night was not a guess. It was fact. It was routine for Elizabeth and Tony to leave A.J. with his grandparents, so they could enjoy a night out on the town and regain some sanity from having a three year old. Babysitting was something that neither of them minded, and in fact relished. "Jethro, guess. Actually take a guess."

"Jen, I don't know. I hate guessing games," he grumbled, practically pouting.

"Fleetwood Mac is on tour!" Jenny announced excitedly before glaring poignantly when her husband was not thrilled. He didn't like going to Fleetwood Mac concerts with Jenny. It wasn't that he didn't like Fleetwood Mac – Rumours had been the soundtrack of his life in the late 70s – he just didn't care for going to Fleetwood Mac concerts with Jenny.

"Jen, I don't wanna go," he said, brushing past her and stalking into the study for a tall glass of bourbon.

"Jethro, don't be ridiculous," she replied, following behind him. "We have to go. Christine McVie's back."

"Thought she retired," Gibbs mumbled and removed the stopper from the decanter. The whole conversation was most likely only just beginning if history was going to repeat itself.

"She rejoined. Jethro, we haven't seen them with her since 1997," Jenny reminded him. The smile on her face would be enough to convince him in any other instance.

He nodded his head, poured a large measure of bourbon into the crystal tumbler and sipped the alcohol slowly. He and Jenny had seen the band twice during The Dance tour. They had caught them in Bristow and then in Landover. The last concert with Christine McVie had caused his hatred of seeing the classic rock group because his lovely wife had decided to dress like Stevie Nicks. Jenny had nearly broken an ankle in the six inch black suede platform boots, and the after concert sex nearly didn't happen thanks to the maddening frustration of removing all those layers of chiffon and velvet. Jethro felt his wife's hands rubbing his shoulders and her head resting against the middle of his back. "Jethro," she murmured. "Please, we have to go. Please."

"Jen," he began but was interrupted by the front door opening and the noise of tiny feet pattering on hardwood floors towards them. Gibbs turned around and looked Jenny in the eyes. "Talk about it later," he told her as A.J. ran to him, launching himself at his grandfather to hug the older man. Jethro lifted the boy into his arms, grinned, and spun him around. "Where'd you come from?" he asked, placing the boy down on the floor before tickling A.J.'s ribs.

A.J. giggled and squirmed in his grandfather's hold. "Pops, stop."

"Okay," Gibbs relented, a good few moments of squirming later and kissed his grandson's head. Elizabeth watched from the doorway of the townhouse with a content smirk on her lips.

"What about me?" Jenny asked the little boy with a raised eyebrow.

A.J. smiled widely and almost tripped over his feet when he flung himself forward to hug his grandmother. Jenny lifted Andrew up and kissed his cheeks as she comfortably adjusted him to her hip. The boy giggled and sweetly touched his grandmother's face. "I bought you a new train set today," she whispered to him. Elizabeth shook her head. Her parents spoiled her son rotten, but she wouldn't have it any other way.

"Gigi, you the best!" A.J. screamed, throwing his arms around his grandmother's neck and kissing her wildly. He scrambled down and headed off for his playroom. Jenny chuckled, watching him run off. She caught the look on her daughter's face. "Don't, Lizzie."

"I'm surprised you haven't started buying him electrical trains," she commented, arching a brow. Lizzie didn't mind the spoiling, but she didn't want A.J. to think he could get whatever he wanted whenever he wanted.

"He's too young," Gibbs said. He had started the love for trains in his grandson. Of course, A.J. had a love for boats too. "Where's Tony?"

"Parking the car," Elizabeth answered, turning her head and looking at her mother strangely when she wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Lizzie, my beautiful amazing daughter whose opinion I value so much…"

Jethro sighed heavily, averting his eyes to the ceiling. Elizabeth noticed her father's reaction and cocked an eyebrow at her mother. She put her hands up. "Whatever it is, I am not being thrown in the middle."

"You won't be thrown in the middle! Elizabeth, don't you think your father should take me out?"

"Jen," Gibbs growled. He wanted to discuss the matter later and have it stay between the two of them. As usual, his wife had other ideas.

Lizzie shook her head. She was in the middle and couldn't find a quick enough exit. Her mother continued. "Don't you think your father should take me to a Fleetwood Mac concert?"

"Depends," Lizzie replied. "Do you plan on dressing like Stevie Nicks?"

Jenny released her arm from Elizabeth's waist and shook her head in disappointment. "I thought I raised you better, Lizzie."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Gibbs smirked. "You took my side, kiddo," he whispered to his daughter.

"It was a simple question! How is asking if you're going to dress like Stevie taking daddy's side?"

"Jen," Jethro said, turning and looking at his wife. "I'm not goin' if you dress up again. Why don't you take Lizzie with you?"

"No, we are going, Jethro. You and I. I'll dress up like Stevie Nicks if I damn well please," his wife replied stubbornly.

"Didn't you almost break your ankle last time?" Tony inquired as he entered the house. "That's dangerous at your age with osteoporosis," he joked. Seconds later, Tony gulped hard in fear at the icy yet fiery look aimed at him from his mother-in-law. That moment erased any thought in the younger agent's head that Jenny's glare wasn't as bad as Gibbs' glare.

"My bones are no concern of yours," Jenny said through gritted teeth to her son-in-law. She stomped her foot and threw her hands in the air, walking off to spend time with her grandchild. A.J. was bound to take her side considering she had bought him trains.

Elizabeth bit her bottom lip and glanced to her father. "Daddy, have fun with that."

He rolled his eyes. "Thanks," he replied sarcastically.

"Boss, I gotta know before we leave," Tony began. "Does she wear a blonde wig? Isn't Stevie blonde?"

Gibbs pushed his son-in-law out the door and looked at Elizabeth seriously. "Why'd I give 'im permission to marry you?"

Lizzie laughed and kissed her father's cheek, telling him where she and Tony would be and to call if they needed anything. Jethro trudged back into the house to deal with his pouting fuming wife and play with his only grandchild. After 2100, Jenny was planted on the sofa in the den with Andrew soundly sleeping in her arms. She brushed her fingers through his dark hair, content watching him sleep. A.J. buried his face into her and kept a hold of the necklace around her neck.

Gibbs sat down quietly. "Shame how much he looks like DiNozzo," he whispered.

Jenny smirked and pressed her lips against A.J.'s forehead. "There's a little of Lizzie in him too," she said softly, rubbing his back.

"I'll tuck him in," Jethro told her, getting up and leaning forward. Carefully, Jenny passed Andrew to him. His green eyes popped open, and he sleepily looked around before putting his head on his grandpa's shoulder. "Popsie," Andrew mumbled, yawning and closing his eyes once more.

Gibbs smirked and patted his grandson's back, walking out of the room. He tucked A.J. in and flicked on the nightlight. Outside the door, Jethro yawned and stretched. He shook his head when he heard the music of Fleetwood Mac for the millionth time. Jenny had tried her best all evening to wear him down. She had played nearly every Fleetwood Mac album and traveled down memory lane during dinner.

From her spot on the sofa, she watched Jethro come back into the den. He flopped down and leaned back against the couch cushions. She nudged her toes into his thigh and fluttered her lashes at him, sipping her drink. He ran his hand over her foot and pinched her pinky toe. "We'll go, Jenny."

She leaned forward nearly spilling her drink on him as she hugged him tightly, locking her lips with his heatedly. He slipped the cup out of her hands, blindly placing it on the end table. "Jen –," he breathed, breaking the kiss and pulling away to look at her fully. "- one condition."

His wife narrowed her eyes and stuck her lips out in a precious pout, folding her arms over her chest. "What?" she asked utterly annoyed at the prospect of his terms.

"You're not dressin' up like her," Gibbs declared, matching his wife's glare match for match. "You're not a gold dust woman," he remarked, proud of himself for being witty.

"Jethro, the show's on Halloween," she retorted with a superior smirk that caused her eyes to sparkle.

"What?"

"October 31st. Halloween," she stated.

"We'll miss taking A.J. trick or treating."

She put her hand against her forehead and gave him a sour look. "Jethro, you agreed. You are not using A.J. as an excuse to back out."

He grumbled under his breath and pulled her against him. "Fine," he muttered into her hair. "Don't feel sorry for all those kids that'll miss out on candy because we'll be at a concert."

Jenny tilted her head and glowered. "Jethro, hardly any children come down this street to trick or treat."

Gibbs ignored her. He knew it was true. That's why they usually went over to the old house to give out candy on Halloween. He kissed her head and enjoyed the quiet of downstairs until she poked him in the chest. "What?" he lazily asked.

"Since the show's on Halloween, I think we should dress up. You could be Lindsey circa 1977. I think there's an afro wig in the attic," she told him barely able to contain her laughter at the thought.

He looked down at her. His wife had finally become senile in her early fifties. He'd have to commit her, and maybe he could do it before October 31st. No – she'd murder him if he was the reason she missed Fleetwood Mac with Christine McVie. Jethro sighed and didn't care to spend the rest of the evening arguing with her, so he noncommittally grunted, "I'll think about it."

Jenny smiled at him and put her head against his arm. Silently, she planned the event in her head – when she'd purchased the tickets, where they would eat dinner, and what they would do after the concert even if the show was months from now. She would have to lingerie shop too to make it worth Jethro's while just as she had before every concert they'd been to in the past.

Deep down, Gibbs knew that he might regret the decision especially if she put in the effort to make him dress up like Lindsey Buckingham. There was rarely ever a compromise with Jenny. At least, he could look forward to the fact that the venue sold beer.