Palmer flashed a quick grin, pushing his glasses up his nose and running his hand through his hair. "I'm nervous. Should I be nervous? What if I do something cause I'm nervous? What if Breena gets cold feet? What if I mess it all up? Did I remember to get the right flowers? Oh, shit," Tony's eyebrows rose at the expletive. "What if Breena's allergic to orchids?"
Tony smirked. "Palmer, Palmer, Palmer... What am I going to do with you? Here's an idea. You take the weekend off, for starters."
Jimmy stopped pacing with a surprised expression on his face. "What?" he squawked. "But... the autopsy on the Commander! and Dr. Mallard! And Breena said if I mother-henned her for another minute, she'd make it possible to get a divorce, and we aren't even married yet! Oh god, we're getting married! Wait, do you think she was serious? I couldn't live without..."
Jimmy jumped when Tony's hand connected with the back of his head. "T-Tony?"
"Who says staying home was part of the plan? Don't worry, Breena already approved, and Ducky may be old, but the Colonel's no match for him, and Ducky's done like a billion autopsies. Jimmy," DiNozzo grinned, going down on one knee. "Could you possibly refuse your best man begging you to attend your own bachelor party?"
Jimmy gaped until DiNozzo rolled his eyes. "I'm not gonna spend the whole damn day on the floor in autopsy, my little Gremlin friend. Just say yes. Don't worry, McGee's coming,too and Gibbs is our designated driver..."
"Gibbs is coming, too?" Jimmy's voice rose an octave.
"Where is Gibbs going?" Both jumped at the sound of Ducky's voice.
"Duck-man!" Tony grinned and bounced on the balls of his feet. "Palmer, meet Gibbs' wingman!"
Ducky grinned and adjusted his tie. "Actually, Anthony, my dear boy, it is the other way around! You know, this reminds me of a time when I was in my first year of university... or was it my second? It doesn't matter. Anyways, so there was this girl, well actually, she was a woman... very welll endowed woman, and I was at a club, well what you'd call a club, with my friend Guillame, very nice French man, had the greatest accent, just marvellous! His mother was a Swede, though, such a fascinating heritage! Where was I? Oh yes, the woman! Madeline was her name. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. So at the time, Guillame was my wingman, per say. Didn't really need one, I was always a hit with the fair ladies..."
Tony glanced over at Palmer to see him genuinely smiling, much more relaxed now.
"So, Tony," Palmer muttered. "Where are we going?"
Tony just smiled. "You'll see."