hey guys! so, I'm writing this fic, cuz I have barley any good ones, and most i can write in one or two hours, but i've been working on this for a few weeks already.. so, yeah... I'm dedicating this story to my friends Tiana, Thalia, CallensGirl (MC, lol), renylee2 , and Anonymous033.

One Week

Monday - Tuesday

She stared up at the ceiling, and sighed. Ever since he had proposed to herm she has barley been able to sleep.

She rolled over and buried her face into her pillow. Now, with only one week left till their wedding, she was practically living on caffeine and sugar.

She looked at her clock. 3:25 AM. She rolled onto her back and looked at him. She wondered how he could get any sleep.

She crept out of bed and into her closet, where two garment bags hung. She opened, which contained Abby's.

Xoxo

It was a vibrant shade of emerald green, with cap sleeves and a whit lace belt. She ran her over the smooth surface of the silk. She remembered when they bought the dress. Abby had bugged her to go to a vintage shop instead of just going to a dress boutique.

"It'll be more unique this way!" she whined. "Abby..." "Please Ziiivaaa?" "Fine" she said with a smile.

They forged through the racks for hours, when finally -

"Ziva!"

She snapped her head up. Abby was wearing this dress. It fit her perfectly. It curved just right, it flared just slightly at the waist.

"It's missing something..."

She grabbed the white belt and looped it around her tiny waist.

"Perfect!' they said in unison.

Xoxo

She giggled and re zipped the bag.

She went to the next garment bag, and unzipped it. This one was a vivid white with ivory lace on the entire dress. She shed a happy tear when she ran her hand over the turquoise satin sash.

Xoxo

"How do I look McGee?" She asked. "Gorgeous." "I love it." she said. She twirled around one of the bridal salon's many mirrors. "Here" McGee pinned a veil into her chestnut hair. "Now you look like a bride."

She started to cry, and he hugged her.

Xoxo

She re-zipped this bag, and crept back to their bed.
He rolled over, and put his arms around her. "You OK?"

"Tony, I'm fine... I was just... Thinking." "About Saturday?" "Yes."

He kissed her cheek. "Don't worry. Get some sleep."

He held her close, and for the first time in a long time, she slept.