A/N: This is it. It's done. I hope you enjoy it. This is the first fic I wrote that was this long. I only wished I owed CSI: NY or NCIS. Don't own the songs either. Songs in this chapter are Goldfrapp's "Ooh la la" and "The Night The Lights Went Out in Georgia."
The bar was just a roadside pub that catered to those at Glynco. It did not have much of a dance floor, but the 6 people crammed into the biggest booth available.
The guys were both wearing jeans and casual button down shirts. Ziva was wearing a short black dress that Tony's hands had kept trying to wonder underneath under the table. Of course the second they went just a fraction too far Ziva would crush them and dare him with a look to make any indication other than a wince. Lindsay had on a denim skirt that ended just above her knees and an almost sheer plaid shirt over a white tank top. Danny either kept his arm around her constantly or a hand rested on her knee and slowly rubbed silently promising much more later.
"So what I found out about the old case this one was modeled after was that it occurred actually in 1921," Abby began. "That was way before DNA. Blood typing was also still in it's infancy. Even ballistics was an emerging science at that time and was not yet available in this part of Georgia. Raymond Brody was hanged after pleading guilty less than a week after the crime. Louise Brody confessed to it in 1962 to a reporter after she discovered she was dying. She stated her brother pleaded guilty to spare her life and she spread the rumor that Irene had left town. As Irene was the town tramp no one thought to question it. It wasn't revealed until a letter was opened and read after Louise's death 2 months after her confession where Irene's body was hidden." Then Abby spun to Danny who had his arm around Lindsay. "So how long have you two been together?"
Lindsay just blushed. Danny shrugged, "Six months." 25 days, 15 hours, 35 minutes, he thought even though he wouldn't voice it aloud. He still played down his relationship with Lindsay just a bit. She meant the world to him and while she knew it inside he was terrified that saying the words aloud would jinx things.
"That's so sweet." Abby bounced. "These two," she indicated Tony & Ziva. "Have been off and on for about a year." Ziva looked down and pinched the bridge of her nose. "I know you don't like it announced Ziva, but it's kinda hard to miss it when Tony's got his hand up your dress." Tony suddenly slammed both palms onto the table.
"Abby!" he admonished just to get a cheeky grin in response. Then the bass line of a popular song started throbbing through the bar's speaker system.
up my number now
Weaving it through the wire
Ziva saw an opening to get out of this conversation. She hit Tony. "Let's dance." She led him out to the postage stamp of a dance floor and began dancing very close to him.
Turn me up
Don't want it Baudelaire
Just glitter lust
Lindsay leaned over to Danny's ear and whisper. "Oh, the things I would do to this song…" He jerked his head up and then suddenly drug her out onto the dance floor. They didn't have anywhere more private at the movement, but he just had to have her close to him and it was more socially acceptable to make out on the dance floor.
Turn me up
I want to touch you
You're just made for love
I need la la la la la la
I need ooh la la la la
Abby yelled at Adam over the music. "So which ones first on your office pool? Pregnancy or a proposal?"
"They're running neck and neck. Yours?"
"Actually first is the Deputy Director of Mossad trying to assassinate Tony. Then, Ziva having to kick her daddy's ass. Then the pregnancy. "
Adam just laughed.
After the Goldfrapp song was over the opening chords of a slow ballad came on. A disembodied voice came over the PA system. "Ladies & Gentlemen we heard that the final case of the Annual Forensics Update Seminar has had a successful conclusion. So it's local tradition to play this song after it is solved." Reba McEntire's voice filled the bar.
the night that the lights went out in Georgia
That's the night that they hung an innocent man
Don't trust your soul to no backwoods Southern lawyer
Cause the judge I the town's got bloodstain's on his hand