A/N: Spring break equals writing. I'm writing this and then I'm going to start up again on Call Me Irresponsible. So we'll see how that goes. But I've had this idea for a while, so I hope you guys like it.
Disclaimer: Don't own. Sucks. I WANT
The basses pumped and they could hear the sound before they even stepped off the elevator. They were used to this-the entire building was. If you worked at NCIS, you knew that Abby Scuito worked more quickly when her music was about to break the speakers.
McGee and Ziva walked into Labby, a box of evidence in hand. McGee let it go, the box slamming down on the metal table. Abby quickly turned around from her computer, her pigtails flying.
"McGee! Don't scare me like that," she reprimanded, taking a sip of her Caf-Pow!
"Sorry, Abby." He stated, as he began emptying the box.
"So what do we have?" the scientist questioned.
"Dead marine found in an…interesting choice of dress," Ziva answered, pulling out a bag that contained a multi-colored, checkered jacket.
Abby smiled, looking over at McGee "Never walk away from a crasher in a funny jacket, Rule 115."
Ziva looked to the two of them, her eyes wide in confusion. "There is a new rule? Why would Gibbs make a ruler about a funny jacket? And what is a crasher?"
"No, Ziva," McGee started "It's from a movie."
"Have you two been spending too much time with Tony? He is the one who usually quotes movies."
"Well, I guess I have," Abby commented, slurping her caffeinated drink, "but that's beside the point. McGee and I were talking about this movie we saw together. Wedding Crashers. It was really funny. And that's just one of the things they talk about."
"They talk about funny jackets and crashing weddings?"
McGee and Abby shared a look, deciding how they would go about explaining this.
"Sort of," McGee started, but was cut off as Abby continued.
"Okay. So the movie is about these two guys who just crash weddings. They aren't invited or anything. They just act like they know the family, go to the wedding and the reception. They go for free food, alcohol and to get with girls."
"Ziva, didn't you go to a wedding with Tony recently?" McGee asked, a smirk on his face as he moved to stand by Abby.
"Yes. But it wasn't like that at all."
"Well, when you guys first got there did he use his full name?" Abby questioned.
"No," she replied, looking at the table "He said it was a friend from his frat house. He used a different name. I just assumed that was what they called him."
"Did he use a different name for you?" McGee asked.
"Yes! He actually called me Sophie, from the old case when I first started here."
"Well, what about gifts or anything?" McGee questioned.
"Tony said he already sent it ahead of time. Or that his friend did not ask for anything. I'm not sure…"
Abby chuckled, "Ziva. You and Tony crashed a wedding."
"No! He would not do that. He would know I would kill him."
"Seriously, Ziva, you guys crashed a wedding."
"McGee?" the Israeli asked, trying to see if he agreed with the scientist.
"Sorry, Ziva. It seems kind of shady. I think Abby has a point."
If Anthony DiNozzo wasn't scared of Ziva David, he was about to be. Some people said that they could hear her scream from all the way down in the lab. Tony would have to agree; he had booked it out of the bullpen pretty fast…
A/N: First chapter done. Writing the second as we speak! Read and Review please.
