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Day Seventen: dancing
Timeline: dating
He had been dragged to Abby Sciuto's annual New Year's Eve party, because in a shocking twist of fate - at least, that's what DiNozzo said - Jenny had decided to attend, though she'd declined every year since she met the optimistic lab rat.
Kelly noted it was probably because she wasn't so afraid of happiness anymore, citing her spending Christmas with them as an indicator she was getting better. Gibbs maintained the belief that she was just trying to torture him.
Because Abby's party was an event. It was loud, and there were lots of people there - too many for her cozy Woodley Park apartment - and there were young people, and old people, and weird people, and just - it was an eclectic mix, and Gibbs spent the night following either Jenny or Kelly around, until finally they were gathered around watching the countdown, drinks in hand, chattering voices lowered - and Abby was turning down some terrifying screamo music she'd been playing.
In keeping with tradition, when the ball hit the bottom, Gibbs reached down and tilted Jenny's head up, pressing his lips against hers. He then looked around and glared at Tim and Kelly for kissing, and Jenny nudged him and pointed - DiNozzo was hooking up with some older looking blonde woman in the corner.
Gibbs snorted.
"He likes 'em older," Jenny whispered, winking mischievously.
Gibbs scowled at her, and looked around. He noticed Abby had turned on a heavy metal version of the old classic Auld Lange Syne, and he leaned closer to Jenny, pressing his lips to her cheek.
"Want to dance?" he murmured.
She looked around, suddenly noticed that seemed to be what everyone was starting to do. She hesitated, and then wrinkled her nose, looked up at him, and shook her head.
"Not my kind of music," she said grudgingly.
He gave her a look, and she smirked, reaching up to touch his face.
"Tell you what, Cowboy," she drawled. "If you ever decide to marry me, I'll dance at the wedding."
"I'll hold you to it," he told her aggressively.
She winked at him, and he kissed her again, running a hand over her thigh protectively. She leaned into him, glad she had decided to come, and then tilted her head, catching his eye wryly.
"As for a lap dance - well, when we get home - "
ask me about my headcanon for this 'verse for Tony and the blonde woman, i dare you
-alexandra