Abby knew Ziva and Carol had been working tirelessly at her bachelorette party. In fact, since they had become part of her wedding planning party, they had become close. Ziva had taken to Carol in an almost Abby-like fashion.

New found friendship aside, neither woman would let Abby know what they had planned. She had tried to listen in, but Ziva always heard her (damn, bat like hearing) and both of her friends would go silent. Fine, if they didn't want to tell her about their plans, she could live with that. She had other things to think about. Like the fact that she was having trouble with the chapel.

"Are you sure, Sister Katherine," she asked into her phone as she paced across her lab. "But I thought you said it would be free the 30th of August."

"I said it was a possibility," the nun said sympathetically. "You did book another chapel, right Abby?"

"I had booked another place, but there was a bat mitzvah that was ahead of us on the…" Abby sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Are you sure it's not open?"

"Sorry Abby, but I know you'll think of something."

Abby hung up the phone, tossing it on her lab table. It was okay, this was perfectly okay, she had a little over 2 weeks, and the parents of the Jewish girl hadn't called to confirm their reservation yet. They could still cancel, the girl could get sick or something major could happen. Abby still had time.

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It was the weekend before the wedding and Abby's second choice still hadn't gotten back to her with a conformation or a rejection. She had kept her phone close by wherever she went, just waiting for the call. She needed to know if the place was theirs or not or the entire wedding was ruined.

It didn't help matters that people had been RSVPing all week, too. And she and Tony had to call all these people and explain that they didn't have a place for the ceremony yet, but the moment it was confirmed they'd get back to them with an address. It was very stressful, and Abby just wanted to rip her hair out.

"Relax, Abbs," Carol said as she drove herself, Ziva, and Breena down the streets of D.C. "It's your bachelorette party, you need to have fun."

Abby and Tony had decided to have their parties a week before the wedding to avoid showing up at the ceremony hungover. She still had no idea what the girls had planned, but she knew by their grins it had to be something thought provoking.

"If I don't get this place…" Abby started grimly.

"Then you'll think of something," Carol replied softly.

"Weren't you the one who said we had to book a place in advanced?"

"I was, but sometimes best laid plans don't always work."

"Besides, tonight we should be partying," Breena replied with a small smile on her face. "And since I can't exactly party," she gestured to her stomach, "you have to party doubly for me. Okay?"

"And tomorrow, when you are cursing our names, you are welcome to make as many plans as you want," Ziva pointed out shrugging.

Abby sighed, but turned her phone off and said, "Where are we going?"

"That, my bubbly friend, is a surprise," Carol responded with a smile and continued driving.

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"No," Abby whispered looking around the room. "You guys did not do this for me."

"I know how much you wanted to do it," Carol said coming to stand next to Abby. "And Breena said she'll guard our clothes."

"And it is only phase one," Ziva pointed out with a grin.

"You guys are insane," Abby commented looking between her friends.

"Girl, get those clothes off and skates on before I change my mind," Carol replied before heading towards the locker room. Abby grinned and quickly followed her friend, Ziva on her heels.

NCIS

After naked ice skating, the girls dragged Abby to the bar for tequila shots, but what made the experience ten times better was Grant and Barry dancing on the stage in front of them. After every shot Abby would give Grant (or was it Barry) another dollar.

It was around then that she wondered just what McGee had planned for Tony. If he planned female strippers, Abby wanted so badly to be there to see Timmy's face when they walked in. Timothy McGee was a gentleman by nature; he wouldn't know what to do in a room full of half naked girls.

"Here's to you guys," Abby said raising her shot glass. The others raised their own glasses, all but Breena's full of tequila, and clinked them together. Then those allowed alcohol threw their drinks down their throats before grabbing a lime from the bowl sitting in front of them. Abby wasn't thinking about anything but having fun with her friends.

NCIS

They went dancing after the strip club. Abby danced with both Carol and Ziva, and even attempted to get Breena to dance, but she could tell the blonde was getting tired. Even Carol noticed, so she relinquished her keys and told Breena to head out. That they would call a cab.

Breena was reluctant at first, but her baby won out and she left them to their partying, giving each a hug before leaving. Abby returned to her dancing, taking the drink Ziva offered her, knowing if she kept up the drinking there was a chance she wouldn't be functional in the morning.

"What did the guys have planned tonight!" Abby yelled over the loud, pulsing music as she, Carol, and Ziva returned to their table a good twenty minutes later.

"I do not know!" Ziva answered as they took a seat. "McGee would not tell me!"

"How's about more shots?" Carol suggested and Abby perked up. "I'll be back!" And she headed back towards the bar.

"Do you think McGee was just scared you'd tell Tony?" Abby questioned leaning over the table so Ziva could hear her.

"No, I believe he was afraid I would kill him!" Ziva responded, a smile on her face.

"It's McGee, what could he possibly have planned?" Abby had known McGee for a long time, even longer than Ziva, and usually his weekend plans consisted of video games, writing, and upgrading his computer. He never quite embraced his wild side.

Carol returned a few moments later, and the girls did a few more shots and danced once more before heading out of the bar. Ziva was just pulling her phone out of her bag to call for a cab when Abby's cell phone rang.

She tried to check the caller id, but she wasn't seeing too clearly right then, and just answered with a slightly slurred, "I prolly know you, but I can't read the caller id. What can I do for you?"

"Abbs," a second, slightly slurred, familiar voice said through the phone.

"Tony," she exclaimed and started making kissing noisy into the phone. "I missed you tonight. We gotta meet Barry and Grant and then we did tequila shots, but first we skated…"

"Abbs, please tell me you're totally plastered," Tony replied, pleading underlying his alcohol impaired voice.

"Why?" Abby teased stumbling slightly. She grabbed out, wrapping her hands around a light pole to keep herself standing. "Afraid one of us will knock a lamp over? Or hog the bathroom. In case you haven't noticed, Tony, our house has two. Besides, my big, strong Very Special Agent, you can just carry me."

"No, I can't. We're in jail," Tony said softly just as Ziva puked all over Abby's shoes.

Uh-oh…

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I promise, you will see what happened to the guys in the next chapter.

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