Title: Auntie
Disclaimer: I don't own it
A/N - well, on a lighter note ...
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There was a loud crash, tined at the exact moment a complex of machinery collided, perhaps fatally into Tony's desk. He looked up from the twisted mix of bent machine and tangled lines into the equally foreboding face of none other than Ziva David.
"And why exactly are you slamming a telephone into my desk? Your telephone, I'm imagining" Ziva just continued to glare at him.
"This is Ziva's husband" she said in a sarcastic voice. "I don't know if you should be grateful that's all my aunt heard or not." She paused and he managed to get a word in edgewise
"So why the horribly mangled telephone?"
"Do you know how little space is available on an answering machine? Not to mention the fact that my phone has been ringing off the hook with all the relatives and friends calling to give their congratulations, and also wanting to know why they weren't invited to the wedding."
"I'm guessing you aunt couldn't keep the good news to herself, could she? I could still send those flowers …"