hey guys! some of you may have already read this chapter, but it's reposted because it's a co-author now!
andd when it was first posted, trent kort was selected as the other main character. hahaha don't worry, it was a mistake. he won't be in the story. :)
but enough chatting, and enjoy! :)
The elevator doors opened and Ziva David walked out, music from the lab immediately filled her ears. She smiled a big smile when her goth friend spotted her and ran over to her with open arms for a bear hug. The Israeli was relieved when Abby reached for her remote and turned down the blasting music.
When her ears stopped ringing, she was able to speak, "You wanted to see me?"
"Yes! I did. Just wanted to run over a couple of things before the big day." She motioned Ziva to follow her into her desk area where she picked up a list. "So, are you ready?"
Ziva sighed, a small smile hidden on her lips, "I am."
Abby squealed and hugged her friend again before turning to her list, "Okay, so, I will pick up my dress from the dry cleaners tomorrow, and I will pick you up Friday night because, even though you live with him already, you are definitely not allowed to see him until Saturday afternoon."
Ziva chuckled, "Okay. Sounds good."
"So is there anything else you need from me, Mrs. Cruz?"
Swallowing the lump in her throat at the sound of her soon-to-be last name, Ziva managed to smile and shake her head to her maid of honor. "No, I believe we are ready."
"Great!" Abby said cheerfully and squeezed Ziva again, rocking them both back and fourth a little as she did so.
Ziva smiled and held her hands, "I appreciate everything you have done for me and this wedding."
Abby waved it off as if it was nothing as she sat down in her chair at her desk, "Oh please Ziva. That's what I'm supposed to do. It's like my job or something." Abby smiled and Ziva returned one before turning to walk out of the lab, "Hey Ziva!" She stopped and turned, walking a couple of steps closer to Abby again, "Does he make you happy?" At her confused look, Abby lost her smile and turned her head to the side. When Ziva still didn't reply, Abby spoke again, "Ziva, what's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong Abby."
Abby gave her a look, "Ziva. If there was one super power I could claim, it would be the ability to know when somebody is lying."
"I thought that was Gibbs' super power." Ziva replied.
"Are you having second thoughts?" Abby asked.
Ziva smiled at her friend and shook her head, "No, Abby. I love Ray and I am ready to be married to him." After a moment of hesitation, Abby returned her smile and patted her on the shoulder. "I will see you later." Ziva said, and turned to leave Abby's lab again.
The clock was nearing 5 when Tony stood from his desk and walked over to Ziva's. She snapped her head up.
"You have plans tonight, Zee-vah?"
"Yes, I do." Was her answer. She had a long list of things to get done before her wedding on Saturday.
Tony tried his best to hide his dissapointment. "Oh, okay. Don't have time for a drink?"
Ziva looked down at her desk and shook her head, "No, Tony. I am sorry."
Tony shook his head and waved a hand as if it wasn't a big deal. "No problem. Just looking for some company." He gave her a fake smile as he sat down in his chair.
He flipped out his cell phone and started to go through his contacts to see who he could call up for a night on the town. He hadn't done the whole 'find anybody who was female' thing in a long time. And, inside, he really didn't want to do it now.
But since he and EJ went their sepearate ways, he hadn't seen or heard from any women. Earlier in the week, he asked out a blonde he'd met at a coffee shop, and she accepted, but later cancelled the date.
He made his way to the 'S's of his contacts and stopped on Shelly Williamson. Their last date went okay, he thought. She would be okay for tonight.
Not really what he wanted, but an okay filler. He quickly sent her a text and shut his phone before gathering his gear and heading towards the elevator. "Goodnight Ziva, Tim."
"Goodnight, Tony." Ziva said softly. McGee then walked over to her desk, a smile on his face and his backpack on his shoulder.
"You are leaving too?" Ziva asked, looking up at him.
"Yep. But I will see you this weekend, right?" He said, a smile on his face. Ziva took a quick glance over her shoulder to see Tony waiting on the elevator. She smiled and only nodded. "Okay. Have a good night."
"You too, Tim." Ziva said softly.
At that time, Abby happily skipped into the squad room, her purse and black unbrella on her arms, "You ready? We've got tons of stuff to do!" She said excitedly. Ziva took another glance over her shoulder and saw that her two partners had made it onto the elevator.
She let out a small sigh of relief, "Yes, I am ready." She said, adding a smile for Abby, beggining to collect her things.
As soon as they were in the elevator, Tony flipped the ememergancy switch, earning a look from the junior agent. He raised an eyebrow when Tony still didn't say anything. "Uh...Tony? Is something wrong?"
"I've gotta know something, McGee."
"Okay...but can you make it quick? I have a date with Elizabeth."
"What's going on with Ziva?"
Tim raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"
"You don't think she's been acting deferently?" Tim only continued to stare. He thought for sure that Ziva had given Tony an invitation to the wedding, but from the way Tony was talking, it sounded as if he didn't even know about the event to happen in 48 hours. "I mean, she's been quiet at work, when I talk to her I've gotten one word answers, we haven't had a movie night in months. Hell, we haven't gone for drinks in forever. Her and Abby are suddenly BFF's. What in the hell is going on?"
As much as he wanted to, McGee wasn't going to be the one to tell Anthony DiNozzo that Ziva was geting married, and not to him, "I haven't really noticed. And what makes you think that I would know anything anyway?"
"Because you and Abby are a thing, and Abby knows pretty much everything that goes on in the office. So she knows something. And she told you."
McGee sighed, "First of all, Abby and I are just friends, and secondly, I don't know anything."
Tony let out a harsh sigh, "Well something is going on."
"Tony if you want to know what's going on with Ziva, I suggest asking Ziva. She's a ninja, and she won't tell anybody anything that she doesn't want anyone to know. She is the best at hiding her feelings. You know that."
Tony rolled his eyes. Maybe the probie had a point. He let out another sigh, "Fine. I'll ask her tomorrow."
McGee reached over and patted his shoulder. "Sounds like a plan."
"Alright, lets go. We've got to go pick up Ray and Michael's tuxedo." Abby said. Ziva smiled and nodded, collecting her things and heading towards the elevator with Abby. "After we finish this list of things to do today, you can head home for your last single night with Ray." Ziva's only response was a smile and nod as the duo headed for Ziva's mini.
Abby was pretty sure that Ziva had just cursed in hebrew when she spoke again after searching for her keys.
She raised an eyebrow, "What's wrong?"
"I left my keys in my desk."
Abby chuckled and waved it off, "I'll go get them."
"Thank you, Abby. Top left desk drawer."
Once back in the squad room, Abby walked over to Ziva's desk and opened the top left desk drawer. She grabbed the keys that were sitting on top.
She started to close the drawer when she noticed one of the enevelopes she helped Ziva pick out several months ago. She scrunched her eyebrows together and picked it up, turning it over to the front. She felt her mouth fall open when she read the named neatly printed on the front, 'Mr. Anthony DiNozzo'.
After she got over the shock, she closed the desk drawer and walked back to Ziva's car. Ziva greeted her with a smile, "Did you find them?"
Abby nodded and tossed her the keys before putting most of her things in the backseat before joining Ziva in the front of the car. "I found something else too."
Ziva stuck the keys in the ignition and looked at her friend before cranking the car, "I am not surprised. I keep a lot of ends and odds there."
"I think you mean 'odds and ends'. And this is definitley odd." She pulled the envelope from her jacket and held it up for Ziva to read, "Was this an extra?"
Ziva sighed deeply and shook her head, refusing to look Abby in the eyes, "No."
"Well, why didn't you give him his invitation?"
Ziva raised and dropped her left shoulder. "I do not know. Everytime I tried..." She trailed off and thought some more. She really didn't have a reason.
"Does he even know that you're getting married?"
Ziva shook her head, "No. I asked Gibbs and McGee not to tell him.
Abby sighed and sat back in her seat, "Okay, lets reverse the situation. If Tony was getting married, and he didn't invite you or even tell you about it, wouldn't you be hurt?" Ziva nodded as a response, "Tomorrow, before you run your last minute errands, you should stop here and give him that." Ziva nodded in agreement, "Please, Ziva. It means a lot to me that team Gibbs stay on good terms."
"I will, Abby."
She grinned like she'd just won some money, "Good. Now lets go! We've got a list." Ziva nodded and started the car, taking off from the parking lot.
Ziva let her head fall back onto the seat of her car again.
Here she was, on the last night before the wedding that she was going to get to spend with Ray, sitting in front of Tony's apartment.
She'd waited until Ray had fallen asleep before silently slipping out of bed. If he knew where she was right now, he would freak out. He already had issues with Tony, for reasons Ziva didn't know anything about, and she told him that Tony wouldn't be there, just to stop the two day argument. But for whatever reason, she felt she needed Tony there.
She let out a long sigh and took the invition from the visor.
Once at Tony's door, she raised her small fist and knocked, softly, just in case he was sound asleep and didn't want to be bothered.
But, to Ziva's surprise, she heard footsteps nearing the door. When he opened the door, Ziva had to hold her mouth closed from the sight currently standing in front of her.
There was Anthony DiNozzo, her partner, in nothing but a pair of jeans. And she could only imagine that they were the only thing on his body.
"Oh, hey Zi. What brings you here this early?" He asked, snapping her from her thoughts about what was under the jeans.
Ziva had to swallow so that she could speak, "I have something I need to talk to you about."
Tony opened the door wider, "Sure. Come on in."
She walked passed him and headed for the couch, "Why are you still awake?" She then closed her eyes and shook her head, "Nevermind. I do not want to know."
Tony shook his head, "Shelly just left. I was just about to shower and lay down."
"Was it good?"
Tony furrowed his eyebrows together, "Was what good?"
"The sex." Ziva replied as if it was obvious.
Tony shook his head again, "We didn't have sex."
"Oh." She took a sip of his beer and sat it back down on the coffee table, "I am surprised."
Tony scoffed, "I am too. That was my intention. But I just couldn't do it." He shrugged a shoulder, "Guess I've changed more than I thought."
Ziva nodded, "That is good, Tony. Change is good." She took a breath and pulled an enevelope from her jacket, just as Abby did earlier. She looked down at it for several seconds before speaking to Tony again, "I have been meaning to give you this for a month."
Tony furrowed his eyebrows together and looked down at it, "What is it?"
She took a shaky breath and looked him right into his eyes. When she still didn't say anything, Tony gently took it from her hands and opened it. Ziva watched his eyes as they moved back and fourth.
A fresh new day, and it is ours
a day of happy beginnings
when we, Ziva David
and Raymond Edward Cruz Jr.
pledge our love as one
on Saturday, the twenty second of October
Two Thousand and Eleven
at four o'clock in the afternoon
at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Raymond Edward Cruz
10 West Oak Street
We joyfully ask you
to share this day with us
There was silence between them as Tony put it back in the enevelope. He stood from the couch and went over to his refridgerator, pulling a bottle of whiskey from the top. Ziva followed him, leaning on the counter with her arms crossed. "What are you doing?"
Tony poured some into a glass, "Do you want a drink?"
Ziva shook her head, "No."
"I need a drink."
Ziva let out a soft sigh, "Tony I would like you to come."
He took a sip and leaned on the counter opposite of his partner. He shook his head, "I don't think it's a good idea."
"Why not?" Ziva asked sternly.
Tony stared right into her eyes as he spoke, "Because if I do, then I'll be putting on a show. And I'm not that great of an actor."
"I know that you do not trust Ray, Tony..."
"You're right. I don't." He said, taking another sip of the brown liquid.
Ziva stared right back at him, "But I do. And I am in love with him and I want to marry him."
"Come on Ziva. You've know him for what? 2 months?"
"A year, Tony. We have been dating for over a year." Tony rolled his eyes and turned back to the counter, pouring himself another glass. "I do not understand your problem." She said softly.
"I don't have a problem, Zi. Marry the guy." Tony took another sip and had to say what was burning in the back of his mind, "But as soon as you do, he's gonna announce that he doesn't like DC and you and him will move to Miami have little Florida babies."
Ziva rolled her eyes, "I have no intention of leaving NCIS." There was silence between the two for several long seconds. She looked down at her watch, "I should go before Ray notices that I am gone."
"He doesn't know you're here?"
Ziva shook her head and walked over to Tony's small table that was by his door. "No, I waited until he went to sleep."
"Why?" Tony honestly wanted to know.
"Because he thinks that I have feelings for you." Ziva looked up at him and he looked down at her.
After what seemed like an eternity of silence, Tony managed to breathe out some words, "Oh." He sighed and shook his head, "That's rediculous."
Ziva looked down at the floor, "Yes."
Tony put down his drink and walked into his room, sliding a t-shirt over his head. He returned to his kitchen, "I'll walk you to your car."
Neither said a word as the boarded the elevator of Tony's apartment complex and rode the 6 floors down to the ground. Ziva stopped before she opened the door and turned back to her partner, who had his hands in his pockets watching her intensly.
"Please come Saturday." Ziva said softly.
"Ziva I..." He started but stopped when she cut him off.
"If you do not come for me come for Abby. She made her own dress and is way too excited about it."
Tony let a small smile form on his mouth, "I bet." When she kept her eyes on him, waiting for an answer, he sighed again, "I will...think about it."
Ziva nodded and opened her car door, sitting down in the seat, "Okay."
Tony stood on the porch and watched her drive off, his hands in his pockets. He looked up at the sky as thunder rumbled, and then broke out into laughter, running a hand through his hair.
"Wow." He said to nothing.
It was too late. The plans were set, everybody, including him, had an invitation, and in approximately 38 more hours, she'd be walking down the asile.
Now, the only thing for him to do was to decide if he'd go to the event or not.
And now, his inner scale was leaning to 'not'.