Tony's POV
"So, are they all sorted out, Abby?"
"I think so. We've got a definite for the Best Man and Maid of Honor, and we know Giibs'll be walking you down the aisle, but we've got no idea who the bridesmaids and groomsmen will be!"
Abby and Ziva had been discussing the arrangements for the wedding when I walked into the kitchen, aiming to find something to snack on. Unfortunately, that wasn't going to happen.
"Tony? Have you got any groomsmen for the wedding yet?" Ziva asked, turning to face me in her seat. I shook my head.
"I've got Jimmy, who could possibly do it, and he could bring his girlfriend, but I've got no one else," I explained.
"How about your frat brothers?" Abby asked.
"Dunno. I haven't seen them or spoken to them in ages."
Abby slid her laptop across the table to me. "Search for them on facebook. You have an account – use it."
I sighed as I spun the laptop towards me and typed in the name of the first frat brother that came to mind:
Matthew Hudson*
When the search was finished, I clicked on the first result. I scrolled down and searched for the number, finding it and quickly noting it down on a piece of paper and writing his name down next to it before doing the same for the three others that came into my head. I smiled at the two women when I finished.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I've gotta make some calls." I rose from the table, but just as I was leaving, Ziva called me back.
"Tony, do not forget that you need to get all the suits fitted by next week," she called out.
"I thought the wedding was in two months?"
"Always be prepared, Tony," she told me.
"Is that a rule?" I asked.
"No, it will just help you in life."
After dialing the first number, I waited for it to ring a few times before the phone was picked up.
"Hello?" It was a female voice.
"Um, hi. Is Matthew Hudson there?" I asked.
"Yeah, hold on."
I waited for a bit, and I heard a faint call of 'Matt' over the line. After about two minutes of waiting, someone finally came to the phone.
"Hello?" I could tell the person had just been running, because he sounded like he was just getting his breath back.
"Hi, is that Matthew Hudson?" I asked.
"Yeah…"
I smiled. "Hey, Matt. It's Tony, from Ohio State?" I reminded him. It took him a little while to realize who I was, but when he did I could tell he was quite happy.
"Hey, Tony! It's been ages!" He definitely sounded happy. "How ya been?"
"I've been good. So, Matt? I'm getting married in a few months and–"
"You want me to come?" he guessed.
"Uh, yeah, but I need a couple of groomsmen. Do you think you'd be able to do that?"
"Sure. I live up in New York, so I could be there soon."
"Thanks, Matt." One down, three to go… I think… "Hey, have you got in contact with David*, Arif* or Mark* recently?"
"Yeah – Mark's next door, David lives a few blocks away, and Arif lives in D.C. You want them to come to the wedding too?"
"Yeah, that'd be great. Save me a lot of time."
"Ok, Tony." I could tell he was ready to hang up.
"Do you think we'd all be able to meet up next weekend? My fiancée wants us to have the suits done by the end of next week. And you could bring up the ladies for bridesmaids if you want, because she doesn't have anyone who could be a bridesmaid for her."
"Sure, I'm sure we can."
"Ok, thanks." I smiled, even though Matt couldn't see it. "So, see ya around?"
"Yeah, see ya around, Tony."
"See ya." I hung up when I heard the line go dead.
"So he sad yes?" I turned to see Ziva leaning against the doorframe. I nodded and smiled.
"Yup."
Next Weekend
I sat at the café table with Ziva, drinking a coffee as we waited for my frat brothers and their partners to turn up.
"Are you sure they will be able to do it?" she asked anxiously.
"I'm sure their wives'll agree to it, Ziva – just calm down," I reassured her. I placed my hands on her shoulders reassuringly and pulled her into a hug. She smiled up at me.
"If you say so."
"If he says what?"
We looked up to see light-haired, blue eyes man, about 6 feet tall, standing next to our table with his arm wrapped around the waist of a dark-haired, green eyed woman of an average height, about 5 feet seven. Her hair was left down and wavy. I could recognize those blue eyes anywhere.
"Matt!"
He smiled down at me. "Hey, Tony!" He gestured over to the woman standing beside him. "This is Rebecca*, my wife."
I smiled at her and stood up to shake her hand. "Nice to meet you, Rebecca."
"Nice to meet you too, Tony." She was smiling at us. "I've heard so much about you." Then she noticed Ziva sitting at the table behind me. "And you must be Tony's fiancée…?"
Ziva smiled at her. "Yes. My name is Ziva." She shook Rebecca's outstretched hand. "It is nice to meet you. You are British, yes?"
"From England, to be exact," Rebecca confirmed. Ziva smiled at her. At least they were getting along.
"So, where are the rest of the guys?" I asked Matt.
"They should be on their way," Matt explained. Just as he finished, three couples turned up.
The first couple was an Asian one; both of them had dark hair and dark eyes, and the woman was a couple inches shorter than the man who was about 5 feet ten inches tall. She had her wavy hair tied back in a ponytail.
The second couple was a black woman and a tanned man. The man was definitely 6 feet tall with dark eyes and short, spiky, dark hair. The black woman had long, braided hair and was about 5 feet six inches tall, and she wasn't even wearing heels to make herself seem taller.
The third couple was a red haired woman and a light-haired man. The woman was about the same height as Rebecca, and had blue eyes with medium-length curly hair. The man was about the same height as Matt, maybe a little shorter, with hazel eyes and straight short hair.
I recognized all the men from my fraternity.
"Hey guys," I greeted. The men all started smiling at me.
"Tony, you remember Arif," – Matt pointed at the Asian one – "Mark," – he pointed at the light haired one – "and David," – he pointed at the tanned one – "right?"
I nodded and pointed at Ziva. "Guys, this is my fiancée, Ziva. Ziva, these are Matt, Arif, Mark, David and their wives Rebecca, Andy*," – I pointed at the black woman – "Katie*," – I pointed at the redhead – "and Mukta*," – I pointed at the Asian woman. The women waved at Ziva. She just smiled back at them. I looked down at my watch.
"Ok, so Gibbs and McGee should be meeting us down at the suit store in ten minutes, so we should get going, guys," I announced before pecking Ziva on the lips. "See ya later, yeah?"
"Alright." Ziva smiled at me as I turned and headed off to the suit store with the guys.
Ziva's POV
I smiled awkwardly at the four women standing in front of me. "Um, hello."
The black woman – I think her name was Andy? – smiled back at me. "Have you found any dresses for the bridesmaids yet?" she asked.
I shook my head. Rebecca smiled at me reassuringly.
"At least we know what we're doing today…"
*For any of you who have read my story 'Stakeouts, Secrets and Other Simple Things', yes these are the same characters from that story. I couldn't think of any other names for them.
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