Abby broke the awful silence in NCIS headquaters that followed Mrs David's latest announcement. "I have two questions for you," she said to the room at large. "Where's the Boss-man and do you like my outfit?"
Ziva was the only one to answer. Her mother just stared at Abby in shock, and DiNozzo and McGee continued to stare at Mrs David, like a monkey in a cage. "Gibbs is in MTAC and- and-" She didn't know how to answer the last question. "Abby, is that a wedding dress?"
"Yup!" Abby said proudly. She glanced down at her gown. It was of black and blood-red satin, with a extra bit that appeared to wrap around her waist and form a train at the back. She was also wearing a black veil and a fake plastic tiara- also black. To top of the craziness of it all, she was wearing not heels but her knee-length platform boots. Even Tony and McGee tore their eyes away from Ziva's mother to stare at her.
"Wholy crap Abby are you getting married or something?" Tony squeaked.
"Nope," she answered. "I saw it on eBay, and I really liked it. So I brought it!"
"I-I think it looks...nice," McGee said tactfully.
"You can wear it to Ziva's wedding," Tony joked. "Or Ziva can borrow it!"
"Tony!" The wedding dress on Abby just added to Ziva's mad mood.
"Oh, Ziva you're getting married?" Abby rushed over and gave her a huge bear hug, practically knocking the breath out of her. "Who to?"
"Ira Hyam," Tony said, making kissing faces.
"Don't do that, Tony," said a voice behind him. "Ziva will whack you."
"Hey Boss," Tony said quickly.
"Gibbs!" Ziva was relieved. He would put a end to all this. He stopped, the coffee half-way up to his mouth, when he noticed Ziva's mum. His gut told him that this wasn't just your ordinary trip. Ziva had even confided in him and Director Shepherd this might happen soon. They had even offered to put her in hiding, sort of as a joke, but then Ziva had actually considered it. And now...the time had come. Ziva did not in any way want to meet-much less marry- this Ira Hyam. She had a damn good reason, too. But it was tradition. Her mother was putting her foot down. She had to. Her only other option was to fake her own death, or go into hiding...or both, and she didn't want to do that either. Ziva thought back to earlier years, back home. Not every date she brought home was a guy...it never lasted long though...it was more like the thrill of breaking house rules that got her into doing it. Sure, she still liked males. And there was one particular male that had captured Ziva's mind. Forget about the chicks, she had fallen in love. The worst part was, he didn't even know it.