CHAPTER TWO
"Hello, this is Gretchen. How may I help you?"
"Gretchen, it's Tim McGee."
Ah, yes, my groom-to-be. "Tim! How are you? Have you and Ziva changed some plans that I need to know about?"
He paused. Oh boy. This could be interesting. I hoped he wasn't cancelling. Work had been slow, and I desperately needed this job. After all, if I could plan a wedding for two federal agents . . .
"How would you feel about planning a double wedding?"
Well. I was not expecting that. "Excuse me?"
He chuckled nervously. "Well, what's happened is two of our co-workers are also planning on getting married, and . . ."
"So now there are four of you who work together who are all getting married?"
He laughed again, this time not so nervously. "Yeah, it sounds crazy, I know it. But our team is really close, and Tony and Abby have known each other even longer than Ziva and I have."
I nodded, writing down the new names. "I keep getting the feeling your team isn't like many of the others there at NCIS."
I could almost hear him nodding on the other end of the phone as he responded. "Oh yeah. You could say that. It's really something you have to see to believe."
"Well, then, I have an idea."
"What's that?"
"How about I come visit your workplace, so I get an idea of how you'd like this wedding to go? I mean, now that there are four of you, meeting with everyone at one time is going to be more difficult, and I'd like to get a feel for how you all mesh."
"Huh. Well, I'd have to check on that with the Director . . ."
"Great! I'll be there Tuesday. Nice talking to you again, Tim."
"But . . ."
I hung up the phone before he could say anything else. With a group like this, he was right – I had to see it to believe it, and I wasn't about to pass up the chance to browse a federal agency. Yes, something told me this event was going to keep me busy – and interested – for quite some time.