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Is this seat taken?
For alienorx: Stephen/Joshua, meeting Gibbs at a social function.
"I still don't see why you dragged me to this thing," Gibbs told Ducky irritably, adjusting his tie again.
"Because the Baltimore Symphony is quite good, and it'll do you good to get out of that basement once in a while. Besides. You like Mozart." Ducky smiled at the usher and herded Gibbs along the aisle.
Halfway down, Gibbs stopped cold. He knew the person a few rows ahead, standing and talking to someone he couldn't see. And--"Oh, Christ," he muttered. Maybe they could get past--
"Agent Gibbs," Joshua said, looking as stunned as Gibbs felt. "What--"
"Or is it Mr. Gibbs, now?" Stephen asked smoothly, offering his hand. "Quite the...interesting surprise to meet you here."
Gibbs shook his hand automatically. "I could say the same," he said dryly.
Stephen smiled. "A friend of mine is the second clarinetist. He gives us tickets when we can go. And you?"
"Ah--" Gibbs looked at Ducky. "I've been dragged out of my house for the night," he said. "This is a friend of mine, Dr. Donald Mallard."
"Ducky, please." Ducky offered his hand. "And you?"
"Stephen Bond." Stephen shook his hand. "This is my partner, Joshua Fielding." Ducky and Joshua shook hands, and Gibbs could see the wheels clicking in Ducky's head.
"Oh!" he exclaimed. "You two were the poor boys involved with the Francis case," he said, looking between them.
"That would be us, yes," Joshua said with a wince. He rested a hand on Stephen's shoulder, an absent, possessive gesture.
The lights flashed. "Time for us to find our seats," Stephen said. "Perhaps we'll see you after the concert for a drink." He smiled, and he and Joshua went to sit down.
"Very pleasant young men," Ducky said, settling into his seat. "Perhaps we shall meet them after, indeed."
Gibbs wondered exactly who he'd pissed off in a previous life to deserve this.
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