In the dark and tranquil solitude of the basement, Gibbs sat enjoying the sole, brief moment of peace and quiet he'd have for the rest of the day. He ran his index finger around the rim of the bourbon filled mason jar, internally debating and deliberating as he stared at the curly afro wig occupying the old worn workbench. In a few hours, he would be at the Verizon Center with his ecstatic auburn haired wife. Jethro would have a VIP pass hanging from his neck since Jenny had sprung for the Mick Fleetwood Meet and Greet ticket package. He hadn't asked about the cost; he didn't want to know how much of an arm and leg expense it had been. He remembered when ticket prices were dirt-cheap. Jethro glanced at the dusty old clock hanging on the wall and stood, snatching the wig and trudging up the rickety stairs to change into the 1970s outfit Jenny had laid out earlier for him. He had no one to hear his complaints except for the walls, shadows and ghosts, but still Gibbs complained the whole time he dressed.

A half hour later, Gibbs was sitting in the basement clad in bellbottom jeans and a gaudy striped button up shirt. He glared in distaste at the platform shoes on his feet. After this experience, he would set the outfit ablaze and watch as it burnt with the utmost pleasure. Jethro frowned and scratched crazily at the wig on his head. He wanted to throw it off and burn it now – never mind when the event was over. His eyes drifted to the stairs when he heard the front door open and close, listening to the sound of platform boots hitting the wooden floor above him. Jethro rubbed his hand over his face hard as he thought about what Jenny might look like in her Stevie Nicks get up. His wife rarely did things halfheartedly.

"Jethro," Jenny called from the laundry room. "Close your eyes."

He rolled his eyes with a huff but obeyed, shutting his blue eyes. "They're closed."

Jenny carefully descended the stairs into the basement and walked towards him. She chewed her bottom lip and stopped a few feet in front of Jethro, taking in his appearance. His other half doubled over in laughter, tears of amusement forming in her eyes. She held her sides and laughed hysterically for what felt like an eternity.

Gibbs' eyes flew open at the sound of his wife's frenzied laughter, and he set his jaw, locking his features in a fierce, angry glare. "What the hell's so funny, Jennifer?"

She abruptly stopped laughing at the use of her full first name and glared icily at her husband. "I didn't think you'd actually do it," she uttered, laughter bubbling back up in her voice. "I can't believe it."

He knocked back the remaining half of his bourbon and slammed down the jar, shaking his head. He should have known it was a trick, and he fell for it. Damn, he fell for it. For all of October, Jenny had been on him about dressing up like Lindsey Buckingham, and she had recruited his daughters to stay on him about it too. She'd even bribed their grandson with a new train set and a blue Power Wheels Ford Mustang Boss 302 to call him Liddy Buck all week. Jenny had absolutely won this little power play. She moved closer to him and put her hands on his shoulders. "You're such a good husband. Always trying your best to please me," she complimented and grabbed the afro wig, yanking it from his head. Jenny tossed it a far corner of the basement and kissed her husband's forehead. "I don't like you as a Lindsey Buckingham wannabe. Go change."

"Jen," he said, shaking his head.

She smiled at him and stroked his cheek. "I know you love me even though I put you through so much hell."

"Yeah, I do love you," he mumbled and slapped her on the butt playfully before he stood up. While he drifted upstairs to change, she twirled around in excitement before going to the living room to wait for him.

Jethro felt more normal in his own clothes as he entered the living room. He stopped in his track, spotting his wife standing in the middle of the room. He began to look her over, intently gazing over her attire that had previously gone unnoticed. His mouth fell open. She was in a black fit and flare velvet skirt mini dress. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders in loose waves. Jenny felt her husband's eyes on her. She smiled as he crept closer to her. "Do you like it?" she asked, trailing her fingertips over the beaded and embroidered high neck bodice of the dress. Jethro was still speechless but gestured for her to spin around. He watched her slowly twirl in front of him, and he nodded in approval. Gibbs knew that dress would be much easier to take off than the clothing she'd worn the last time they'd attended a Fleetwood Mac concert. The man was silently appreciative of that small fact.

"I thought I'd do a modern Stevie Nicks inspired look," Jenny told him. "And look," she said, holding her leg up and pointing to the black suede ankle boots with a low platform heel. "No almost broken ankles tonight."

Jethro dipped his head, chuckling. She put her hand on his chest and laughed with him. "You don't look so bad yourself, handsome."

"My wife picked it out," he whispered proudly.

"She has good taste." Jenny grinned at him. He was devastatingly handsome in a charcoal dress shirt and dark rinse jeans - simple but Jethro. She ran her fingers through his cropped silver hair. "I like you without the afro."

"Me too," he stated in agreement and rubbed her shoulder, feeling the sheer material of the sleeve under his fingertips. "Ready to go?" he asked, helping his wife into her long black coat.

Jenny nodded her head and brushed her hair out from under the collar of the coat. "I've been ready for weeks," she said excitedly, watching him slip into his jacket. She took his hand and walked out of the house with him.

As Gibbs walked to the car, a smile slowly came over his face. The night wouldn't be torture at all. He was spending an evening with his gorgeous wife; an evening that would include a superb dinner from 1789 then they would head to the concert venue, check in, and receive the VIP passes. From the fifth row and for close to three hours, he'd watch a band that was still going strong. Gibbs and Jenny would time travel back as they sang along to the sounds of Fleetwood Mac. In all honesty, Jethro knew he wouldn't see much of the show. He'd be too busy gazing at Jenny all night. Jethro remembered that his favorite part of concert going with her always had been and always would be watching the show through her.