If you have something to do, someone to love, and something to hope for, every day becomes a celebration.
Gibbs resisted the urge to smile. After all, he had a tough guy image to uphold.
It was hard though. Jenny had decided to hold a New Year's party for the entire agency, before evilly making it black tie and blackmailing him to attend. Sometimes it was incredibly annoying that his Probie had made it all the way to the top of the tree.
Nevertheless, it was good to watch everyone relax. Someone, probably Abby, had spiked the punch and everyone was ever so slightly drunk.
Tony and Ziva were dancing in the middle of the room; she resting her head on his shoulder and his hands a little too close to her behind for Gibbs' liking. Abby, on a caffeine high, was busy trying to arrange a conga line. Ducky and McGee were quietly conversing by the bar.
And Jenny was standing a little too near an agent from Los Angeles. Gibbs was torn between going over and claiming her for his own, or tearing the offending agent limb from limb.
The whole ballroom was full of excitement and joy. Gibbs could see agents he hadn't spoken to in years – some he liked and others he detested. A small orchestra played in a corner, filling the room with an enchanting sound. Somehow, Abby's ears had yet to start bleeding.
He finally allowed himself to smile as he watched them all. In a few short hours, a new year would dawn and they would continue onwards together.
A/N: Thank you so much for sticking with me all the way through 2009. I was debating attempting another year when madpsychogirl offered to take the torch. I've seen the whole of January and I'm really looking forward to this. Happy New Year everyone!