Ziva's POV

"So, who're you inviting?"

I shrugged. The six of us were sitting in the kitchen, all pondering over who to invite over tea, coffee, biscuits and, in Andy's case, hot chocolate.

"What, no scones?" Tony had asked as they came in. I had literally thrown him out of the apartment after that statement and banned him from coming back in if he didn't leave at that moment. It was a good thing he didn't take that statement lightly.

"I don't really know," I told Andy as I took a sip from my mug of tea.

"The whole of NCIS," Abby interjected, thinking up the names of each member of NCIS that she knew.

"Since when?" I asked.

"Since now," Abby told me. I rolled my eyes at her.

"What about your parents?" Andy asked me.

"Uh, how 'bout no?" Abby said for me. "Maybe Tony's dad, yes, but definitely not Ziva's dad."

"Why not?" I heard Katie ask. I looked away from the group so that I wouldn't attract any attention to my eyes. Fortunately, Mukta saw me look away and got my message.

"Oh," she whispered. I turned to look at her when I heard her whisper.

"Yes, oh." I grabbed a biscuit from the plate on the table and started nibbling on it. I could tell that Abby noticed my tension and decided to change the subject.

"So, do you know what flowers to use in the bouquet?" she asked. I shook my head as I continued to nibble on the biscuit.

"Do you have a favorite flower?" Rebecca asked me. I shook my head again. Katie gasped.

"No favorite flower? Geez, Ziva!" she exclaimed. I smiled at her.

"I like roses," I whispered.

"Roses! White roses! Abby, write that down!" Rebecca demanded.

"White roses mean purity," Andy added.

"Perfect!" Abby exclaimed as she scribbled it down.

"Anything else we need to add?"

I shrugged. "I do not know – Abby has the planner."

"Well, I suggest we start listing the guests since we probably have nothing else to do…" Mukta suggested.

Tony's POV

I lay sprawled on McGee's sofa, bored out of my mind after sitting there for about an hour.

Ziva had kicked me out of the house that morning, saying I needed to get some fresh air before threatening me that if I didn't leave at that moment she would 'find a way to make me suffer with a spoon'. I'd promptly left after that. About five minutes later I realized it could have been because of that stupid comment I made about tea and scones. I'd mentally slapped myself upside the head for that.

After spending an hour wandering the streets, I'd called Gibbs to see if I could pop round, or something like that. Gibbs, being Gibbs, gave me a one word answer – 'no' – and then cut off. Then I called each one of my frat brothers, and they all said they were busy with something. So I finally settled with McGee, and even he was reluctant to let me stay round.

"McGee!" I called out.

"What?" McGee walked out of his room to see why I was calling him for the third time in the past five minutes.

"I'm bored," I told him, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. It actually was.

"Well, you either get out of my apartment, or deal with it, Tony," he said before heading back to his typewriter in his room. I sighed and continued lounging about on the couch before taking out my cell and deciding to play Tetris.

Why did it have to be today, of all days, that I got bored?

Ziva's POV

"So, who've we got?"

We were still sitting in the kitchen, over an hour later, discussing wedding invites. Abby was doing a 'role call' of all the people we had decided to invite.

"Well, we've got Ducky and Jimmy, Jimmy's girlfriend…"

"Agent Harris and his team…"

"The Director, his family, his assistant, and weirdoes from a town called MTAC…"

"MTAC is a room in the NCIS building, Katie," I corrected.

"Oh." She blushed sheepishly.

"Agent Delaware and his team, Agent Harvey and his team…"

"Anthony DiNozzo Senior, Jackson Gibbs…"

I smiled a little when I remembered Tony's father. I smiled even more when I heard that Gibbs' father was coming.

"And Agent Barrett and her team."

I froze. Who was this Agent Barrett? "Who is Agent Barrett?" I asked Abby, since she was the one who had mentioned the name.

"I dunno – I think she's an agent from overseas. She sounded really nice when I heard the Director talking about her, so I thought we might invite her to the wedding," she explained. I raised my eyebrows at her.

"What?" she asked.

"You thing everyone is nice," I pointed out.

"Nuh-uh! The janitor seriously creeps me out!" she countered. We all started laughing at her childishness.

"So, when are you gonna give out the invites?" Rebecca asked.

"I will probably get them delivered so that each team gets them during the mail rounds," I explained. "I will give the Director's and his assistant's straight to them, as well as Ducky's and Jimmy's."

"What about MTAC?" Katie asked.

"Tony can do those," I said, waving it off as if it was no big deal. We all smiled.

The Next Monday

Tony's POV

After spending about five minutes explaining to the Director and his assistant that I actually was getting married and that the bride actually was Ziva, and it definitely wasn't a childish prank, I finally got round to getting into MTAC and delivering their invitations to them. It didn't take long, but the only thing that got on my nerves was that I had to try quite hard to get their attention as they had headphones on. One of the specialists actually shouted at me for interrupting him for no reason whatsoever. When I showed him the invite, it shut him up.

See, Ziva had sent me to give out all the invites, and she gave me no alternative, so I was forced to walk around the whole of NCIS giving out invites before doing my paperwork. She hadn't even offered to do that for me, so I was going to be stuck here tonight doing paperwork whilst Ziva went home.

I trudged down to Autopsy – taking the elevator, not that stairs – to give Ducky and Jimmy their invites to the wedding. As usual, Ducky was telling Jimmy some story of his past whilst Jimmy was listening intently. I rolled my eyes at the Autopsy Gremlin's intent listening.

"Hey, Ducky," I called out, pulling him from his memories. He smiled at me as I walked towards him.

"Anthony, my dear boy! What brings you down to Autopsy today?" he asked. I held up the invitations.

"Uh, I'm getting married," I said as I handed over the invitations. Ducky smiled at me as he took the invitations and handed one to Jimmy.

"We would be honored to come to your wedding, Anthony," Ducky smiled. I nodded in thanks. Jimmy smiled at me.

Ziva's POV

I sighed as I watched Tony walk into the bullpen from Autopsy, his hands casually in his pockets.

"Did you do it then?" I asked him.

"Yup," he replied as he sat at his desk.

"You gave them to all the guests I told you to?"

"Yup."

I was surprised. Tony had seemed so reluctant before about being sent to give out the invitations that it didn't actually seem to register that he might actually do it.

'Hm, maybe being married to Tony and having the power to control him might not actually be that bad…' I thought.

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