It was a beautiful day in DC. The sky was free of clouds, the sun's rays lit up the city and the smell of roasting coffee beans filled everyone's nostrils. Ziva and Abby sat at a quaint outdoor café enjoying lattes and each other's company.

"This is nice," smiled the forensic scientist. "We should do this more often." The other woman nodded in agreement.

"Do you know when she is arriving?" asked Ziva. Abby looked at her watch and frowned slightly.

"Actually, she should've been here around twenty minutes ago. It doesn't really—oh hey, look! Found her!"

Turning around, Ziva recognized the woman straight away. Long, wavy blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, soft complexion and a body to die for. It was a wonder Palmer could ever take his eyes off of her.

"Hello Breena," Ziva smiled. The blonde beamed, showing off a set of perfectly straight, gleaming teeth.

"Ziva, Abby! It's so great to finally meet you! Jimmy's told me so much about you both," said Breena, depositing her armful of shopping bags next to the café table and sitting down. Abby grinned.

"It's awesome to meet you too!" she said.

"Sorry I'm a bit late," Breena apologized, slightly frazzled. "Wedding shopping and planning and all, you know how it goes."

The other women waved off her apology, and Breena picked up a foam coffee cup with perfectly manicured fingernails.

"So where are you thinking of having the wedding? And what colour theme? Oh! And what type of cake?" Abby's mouth shot off questions at a billion miles an hour. Ziva rolled her eyes. Leave it to the overenthusiastic Goth to dive straight into things.

Breena merely laughed.

"I haven't quite sorted everything out yet." She paused. " I was kinda hoping that you two would help me out a bit," she said nervously. "Of course, you don't have to if you don't want to. I-it was just an idea…"

"Are you kidding? Ziva and I would love to help plan yours and Palmer's wedding!" Abby squealed.

As the two launched into wedding details, Ziva became subtly mute and was left to her own thoughts. She watched the blonde manoeuvre herself with elegance and charisma and wondered what she'd look like on her wedding day. Ha, any male guest would be drooling at her feet. She could just picture now the way that Tony would stare longingly after her and undress her with his eyes…

Ziva decided to stop her train of thought there before it got any more dangerous, not liking the angry knot that had tied itself in her stomach. She tuned back into the conversation.

"…and purple. Those colours look amazing together," Abby was saying. Breena's eyes were wide with interest and she was nodding vehemently.

"Absolutely! It sounds great! Ziva, what do you think?"

"Hmm? Oh, uh," she began. "Sounds nice," she said, the tip of her sentence raising up like a question. The stunning woman clapped her French-clawed hands together.

"Then it's settled! White, silver and purple!" she beamed. "And you girls are both okay with being bridesmaids?"

"Of course!"

"Wait, what?" asked a confused Ziva. "I am flattered, but we only just met."

Breena blushed slightly.

"I know. It's just…my sister's the maid of honour and I don't really have any female friends. Most of them get scared off by my job description. I mean, who wants to hang around a chick who hangs around dead bodies?" she said sadly.

Ziva smiled and gratefully accepted the offer.

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Later in the day, Abby was down in her lab and Ziva was back in the bullpen. Tony leant forward on his desk.

"So, a little birdy tells me you met the Autopsy Gremlin's nerd queen today," he grinned.

Ziva sighed.

"Yes Tony, I did."

"She hot?" he smirked, trying to provoke a reaction.

Her fists balled slightly.

"Yes Tony, she is," she replied through gritted teeth.

"Shame she ended up with Palmer, though," he joked. Her head snapped up.

"Jimmy is a great man," said Ziva strongly. "You just have to…get to know him a little."

"Get to know him too well and you'll end up on that autopsy bench," said Tony mischievously.

"Befriending Jimmy is not dangerous," said a puzzled Ziva.

"Nah. I'm just saying you'd kill yourself from boredom."

The Israeli resisted the urge to peg something at the agent's head.

All of a sudden, Ziva's phone buzzed. It was a text message from Abby.

Get ready 4 bridesmaid's dress shopping 2morrow. Will b fun! :)

Ziva sighed. This was going to be a long week.

A/N: I know, not much Tiva. But it'll get there ;) A review would be totally awesome BTW! :D