A/N: This is the last actual chapter of the story. The next chapter is an epilogue. And they are both REALLY LONG, lol. Hope you're still enjoying, everyone!

Unfortunately, none of our remaining party members were available to meet with that day, Fornell being away at his own job (which I discovered as being at the FBI – wow! Now my name was really going to get noticed!) and Palmer and Agent Lee both mysteriously having disappeared. I would have to wait until Saturday to meet them, and find out exactly what their roles were in this wedding.

So I spent the remainder of my week making calls and placing reservations, most of which being very easy to secure, for as soon as I mentioned "federal agency," I could almost see the voice on the other end of the line squirming in delight. Though, I discovered with some dismay, that excitement seemed to dissipate when I mentioned just what agency it was for. Most folks I talked to assumed I was talking about CSI, because of the popularity of the tv show. Well, from what I've seen of the show, my new friends at NCIS had their personalities beat by a mile or two, and I never recall seeing a perky Goth lab tech or charming Scottish mortician on the series. Yes, these NCIS folks were real characters, that was for sure.

Nevertheless, I made all the reservations I could, from an Android Lust cover band for Abby to the rabbi for Tim and Ziva's portion of the ceremony. By the time Saturday arrived, most everything was so in place, they could have held the wedding that day and not had any problems. However, we still had a few loose ends to iron out, and I didn't mind waiting – I wanted everything to be absolutely perfect and hey, the longer the planning went on, the more I would get paid.

I made a few last minute calls Saturday morning and left my house, eager to get to the park and see how this wedding would look. Something told me it was going to be completely silly and probably the weirdest thing I had ever seen, but I'd be damned if I wouldn't cry during the ceremony – I always get a little misty-eyed at weddings, even with as many as I attend.

As I arrived at the park, I saw something shocking – there was a hearse parked next to the area we had reserved.

"Oh, no," I muttered. God, why did there have to be a funeral going on right then?!

I parked my car and quickly ran off to find my clients. Perhaps one of them would know what was going on.

"Gretchen!" I heard, and spun to find Abby waving madly at me. She hardly looked the picture of a bride, in a poofy black taffeta mini-skirt and a black satin corset, but Tony didn't seem to mind, as his eyes were wandering appreciatively over her body.

I quickly walked up to them, managing to sideswipe a hug from Abby, and asked, "What's going on?"

Tony narrowed his eyes at me. "What do you mean?"

I gave him an incredulous look and shoved my arms toward the hearse. Was he blind? "There must be a funeral or something going on . . ."

To my complete and utter surprise, Tony started laughing. Laughing!

"What's going on." This time I said it as a statement, letting them know I was serious and wanted some answers, damnit!

Abby shook her head. "That's my car, silly."

"Your car?" This was just unbelievable. "You mean there's not some funeral going on at the same time as our scheduled rehearsal?"

"Not as far as we know," Tony supplied. "Though, heh, that would be pretty clever. Like that movie, Four Weddings and a Funeral. Except that's not what actually happens in that movie. Would have been a hell of a lot better if that really were the storyline, though. Just think about it – four weddings going on at once and bam! Someone dies, they have to improvise a funeral . . . Now that would be comedy gold." He nodded, grinning, then saw that neither Abby nor I were amused and allowed his smile to fall. "I can't help it that no one appreciates pop culture."

Abby snuggled into him, distracting him from his sullen mood, and I shook my head at the duo. Jen was right – these two were odd.

I heard a set of car doors slam just then, and turned to see Ziva and Tim walking to us. Ziva didn't look any more bridal than Abby, as she was clothed in a pair of cargo pants and a v-neck top. She walked over to Abby and they began making arrangements between themselves, so I caught Tim's arm as he walked past, asking him with my eyes what was up with her outfit.

He shrugged. "I tried to convince her to wear something more . . ."

"Bridal?" I suggested, smirking.

He nodded. "She was adamant that she be comfortable. And I wasn't about to argue with her. The last time I did that . . ."

I raised my eyebrows, and Tony finished for him. "He wasn't sitting for a week. When Ziva says she'll kick your ass, she's not joking. In any sense of the word."

I grimaced. I really needed to get this wedding perfect.

Abby and Ziva joined us then, eager to get things started, but we had to wait for everyone else to arrive. Just as I was checking my watch to see where they were, a cavalcade of cars pulled up.

"They're here!" Abby squealed, bouncing around and clapping her hands. She bounced over to Tony and placed a kiss on his cheek, and he grinned at the arrival of the rest of the wedding party.

I couldn't help but notice certain people arriving together and made mental notes in my head to seat them together at the reception. Everyone I had met, and some I hadn't yet, was there, with the exception of that random guard. Jen and Cynthia arrived in what must have been Jen's official NCIS car, if there were such a thing, Ducky walked in with a nerdy young man and an equally nerdy-looking young woman, and Gibbs strolled up talking to another middle-aged man.

"Allow me to make the introductions," Tony announced once everyone had arrived at the pavillion where we were setting up. He pointed to Ducky's friends. "This is Jimmy Palmer and Michelle Lee. Palmer is Ducky's medical assistant, and Agent Lee worked with us earlier this year as a probationary agent." They both waved nervously, and I tried to keep myself from laughing. They were so cute, and obviously had something going on behind the scenes – something that the rest of the gang apparently didn't know about, or at least pretended to not be aware of.

Tony continued. "And over here, we have our very good friend from the FBI, Special Agent Tobias Fornell." He turned to Abby, muttering, "Why did we invite him again?"

A slap on the back of the head from Gibbs forced him to look back to their guests. Fornell was smirking beside Gibbs, and said, "Like I'd miss a chance to see you get married, DiNutso. It was definitely something I had to see to believe."

Tony glared at him, and his scowl grew deeper when he heard a voice from behind him.

"And all of us at the FBI were curious who the unlucky lady was."

Tony turned and directed his glare at the unwanted guest. "What are you doing here, Sacks?"

The man Tony called Sacks grinned, clearly pleased with himself. Suddenly I felt as if I were an extra on the set of some tv drama. Everything was just too surreal to be happening.

Tony rolled his eyes. "Never mind. Let's go through this rehearsal already."

Abby rubbed his arm soothingly, shooting dark glares in Sacks' direction, and led the way to the area where the ceremony would be held.

It really was a beautiful park, and I tried to focus on that and how this place could be set up for the wedding instead of the arrival of a seemingly hostile guest.

"Okay, so here's what we were thinking," Abby started, silencing everyone. "We'll have everyone come in as they normally would, and then Ziva and I will take turns coming in, and then you can decide which you like better."

I gulped as everyone turned their eyes to me. Sure, I'm a wedding planner, and I'm used to the brunt of the responsibility being placed on my shoulders, but I'd never planned a double wedding, let alone one where I'd have to decide the order the brides would walk in, and they were federal agents, too! But I didn't want to show my hesitation, so I simply nodded and waited for Abby to continue.

"Let's go, people!" she barked, and suddenly I was more scared of her than Ziva. Everyone lined up behind her as she began to shout out orders.

"First, the grooms walk in together." Tony and Tim looked at each other and shrugged, then wandered down the aisle, looking bored, and causing Abby to cluck her tongue at them. "Not impressed, boys!"

"Then, the Director will bestow her honor upon us by walking down by herself, because she's just that special." Jen raised an eyebrow at Abby's choice of words, then walked down to join Tony and Tim.

"Next, the ringbearer and flower girl." Palmer and Lee awkwardly shuffled out from the crowd and headed towards the trio, looking embarrassed. I couldn't help but laugh myself, as these two were clearly too old to play those roles, but I suppose, what Abby wants, Abby gets. They settled into place next to Tony and Tim, who were grinning.

Abby smiled herself. Things were going great! "And now, for a very special part of this wedding, the secondary ringbearer, because I've seen Palmer lose things," Palmer narrowed his eyes in confusion, "it's Bert! Escorted by his very favorite FBI agent, Tobias Fornell!" Everyone there, including me, had to bite back a laugh as Fornell walked down the aisle, Abby's stuffed hippo in the crook of his arm.

"Hey!" Abby yelled at him, and he turned, looking as bored as Tony and Tim did while they were walking down the aisle. "Bert deserves to be carried with care and delicacy. Like this." She walked up to him and held her hands out flat in front of her, then nodded for him to set Bert down. "See?"

"Yeah, yeah, I got it," he responded, and held out his hands the same way Abby had done, allowing her to place the hippo upon them, then walked back down the aisle.

"And now," Abby started again, "Ziva and I will figure out which works better, her going in first, or me. Ziva, you and Ducky lead the way, and Gibbs and I will follow you."

They all did as ordered, and as the group assembled at the end of the aisle, I began to see what a great group they were, and I smiled. They didn't need me to figure these things out for them – they knew what they wanted, and there was no way in hell I'd even come close to being able to predict the kinds of things they'd prefer.

They stood there, waiting for me to give them my input, but when I stepped forward to speak, what I told them was likely far from what they were expecting.

"You all look lovely, and I'm sure this will be a lovely wedding, but," their eyes changed moods and they gave me concerned looks, "I don't think I could possibly arrange this wedding."

Abby was the most distraught. "No, Gretchen, you can't leave us!" she wailed, running towards me with her arms outstretched.

I managed to avoid her hug yet again (one hug from Abby was more then enough to last my entire life, and I suddenly felt very empathetic towards Tony, who surely received more hugs from her than anyone else) to turn to everyone else.

Tony, Tim and Ziva all made their way to me, sad looks upon their faces. "What's wrong, Gretchen?" Tim asked in a soft voice.

I smiled at them. "You're all so different and quirky, and you all know better what you want than I could ever possibly decide. And it really does seem like you have things under control. I wish you the best of luck."

"At least come to the wedding," Ziva insisted, and I saw behind the trained assassin mask she wore while at work.

I nodded. "Sure. That would be fantastic."

They nodded sadly along with me, and I saw that in the very short time I had worked with them, they had grown attached to me. And what's even stranger still, I had grown attached to them and all their unusual quirks. They were an interesting group, that was for sure, but they had a lot of heart, and truly did care about each other. I was lucky to have met them.

Abby broke the silence. "Group hug!"

The boys groaned, as did Ziva, and I tried to be mildly uninterested, but amusement overtook me, and soon, the five of us were huddled in a mass hug.

I heard Gibbs' voice behind me. "Only with my team."

I smiled to myself. Yes. Only with this team.

THE END!!!


A/N: Don't forget I still have an epilogue to come tomorrow!