When he got to his house he showered and changed. He slipped into a black dress shirt and matching black dress pants. He pulled up his black dress socks and tied his shiny black dress shoes. He grabbed his cell phone and dialed Abby, as he glared at his numerous and seldom used collection of ties.
"Abby? What color are you wearing tonight?"
"Uhhh, red, why?"
"Nevermind," he hung up and pulled his red tie.
"Cheesy, Jethro, real cheesy," he said.
He looked at the clock. It was already six-thirty. His heart began to race. He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror and flattened his silver hair with his hand.
"Relax, relax," he tried to calm his breathing, "I mean, hell, you're only about to tell the woman you love that you love her,"
He looked himself over one last time, "At least you'll look good doing it," he sighed.
He pulled into Abby's driveway and walked up to her front door. It was freezing and it was snowing pretty heavily. Abby answered and invited him in quickly.
Gibbs stared at her. She looked beautiful. Her black hair was let down and it was flowing gracefully over her shoulders. Her pale skin was beautifully accented by the red dress and the dress...the dress was amazing.
"Nice tie, Gibbs,"
After regaining control over his fluttering heart he smiled, "Thank you, Abbs, you don't look too shabby yourself."
Jethro helped her with her coat and escorted her to his car and helped her in the passenger's side.
He paused slightly before he opened his door, "What are you doing, Jethro?" He whispered to the falling snow and got into the car.
"Where too, Gibbs?" Abby asked innocently.
"Symphonia."
"Gibbs! That's like a two hundred dollar check! I didn't bring half that much!" Abby protested.
"That's good since you're not paying," He said sarcastically.
"Isn't there dancing at Symphonia?"
"Yes," Gibbs mumbled.
"Will you save a dance for me?" Abby chuckled.
"If I dance, I will dance only with you," He half smiled.