A huge thanks to my beta, 26hannah26. 'Cyber high five' :D
As promised, I am back on the wedding planning. Every time I take a break from this story line (which, I hope isn't too much) and return, I'll start each chapter with 'Now' so you guys know I am not in the 'future.'
Anyway, thanks to everyone who reviewed, alerted, and read last chapter. I do not own these characters, and I'll catch ya in the next chapter.
PEACE OUT...
NCIS
Now...
Abby seemed to have taken the wedding 'bull' by the horns and was steering it down the path she wanted. Anyone standing in her way was about to get mowed down, and Tony's opinion seemed to be void.
It wasn't like DiNozzo wanted any huge say in the wedding. As long as it was sensible, he really didn't have much to complain about. Though, he would liketo have some part; even if he got to pick the food or the band or something.
About month and a half after he proposed, he had gotten a hold of Abby's wedding planner, while she was showering at his place, and had flipped through it. The cakes ranged from a simple, dark red and black chocolate cake to a cake shaped like a coffin. The dresses for the bridesmaid and Maid of Honor were dark purple or a blood red. And Abby's ideas for dresses were dark, dark red or a lacy black thing.
He had looked further into the book, reading one of her ideas for the ceremony. She wanted a coffin to be sitting at the altar, while a second was walked down by six guys while, not the bridal march, but The Love Song by Marilyn Manson, was played.
"No," Tony whispered turning the page on that idea. There was no damn way he was getting married in a coffin.
Her second idea occurred during a full moon, in a cemetery. She even wrote at the bottom of the page: live bats? Live bats? Really?
"Hell no," he muttered, closing the planner. He didn't want to read what else she had planned. He heard the shower shut off, and hurriedly put the planner back in her coat pocket. He didn't even know why she was putting so much thought into the ceremony when they hadn't even picked a date, yet.
"Tony, I was thinking about ordering Chinese food," Abby said, coming out of the bathroom, running a towel through her hair, wearing nothing but his robe. She stopped, and he smiled innocently from the couch. Apparently it wasn't innocent enough.
"What were you doing?" she asked, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.
"Nothing." Oh, too fast. Way too fast. He just gave himself away.
"Tony." She put her left fist on her hip, giving him a pointed look.
DiNozzo was quiet for a second, but then said, "Coffins, Abs?"
"Tony, you looked at my planner?"
"I was curious," he defended himself. "And I'm glad I did. Coffins? And live bats? In what universe did you think I'd be okay with that?"
"Tony, if we had it your way the entire wedding would have all the women wearing skimpy outfits and the men leering at us."
"Oh, and you'd rather have a dominatrix/ Gothic fest with live bats and coffins?" he sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair.
"Do you want to be involved with the planning?" she asked raising her eyebrows.
"Abs, I don't…"
"Do you want to be involved with the planning?" she repeated in a slower voice.
Tony sat there for a few moments, thinking over her question, his eyes locked on hers. He then took a breath and said, "I wouldn't mind it."
"Fine," she replied, nodding.
"Fine," he repeated, giving her a smile.
"I'm ordering Chinese food," she stated heading towards the kitchen to grab her phone. As she walked past him, Tony swore she had a smirk on her face.
"You wanted me to volunteer to help, didn't you?" Tony questioned getting to his feet. She didn't reply as she dug through Tony's takeout drawer. "You play dirty, Ms. Sciuto." Her smile widened as she dialed the Chinese place's number.