~ The Wedding ~

Chapter Two ~ Wedding Planning and Missing Bosses

"Has anybody seen Gibbs?"

It was the Number 1# question being asked that week. Nobody had seen him since the day he'd been informed of the wedding. The only thing that kept Team Gibbs from jumping into action was a little note on his desk that read:

'Had some business to take care of. Nothing dangerous. Don't come looking for me, I'll be back soon. Gibbs.'

Ziva sighed and gave up trying to concentrate on her report. Her gut was telling her that he wasn't in any trouble, but it still bothered her that she didn't know where he was. Stop sounding like such a stalker, she thought to herself. Or is it creeper? Or both? Ugh. I hate English.

The familiar scent of Playboy cologne suddenly filled her workspace. She smiled and peeked behind her shoulder.

"Hello, love," Tony said, wrapping his arms around his fiancée. He kissed her cheek and smiled. "How are you?"

"Fine," she said, leaning her head back and resting it on the crook between Tony's shoulder and neck. "I love you."

"I love you, too. Do you want me to grab you some lunch?"

"Yes, please. Where are you going?"

"That depends on what you want for lunch, Ziver."

Ziva grinned. She loved him so much. "Guacamole-Bacon burger from Carls Jr.?"

"Anything for you, my ninja." After planting a quick kiss on his woman's lips, he practically skipped to the elevator.

Ziva sighed once again, only this one wasn't one of frustration. Gibbs is fine, she told herself. He's probably just on some adventure to find the world's best coffee. Ziva laughed at that mental image of Gibbs all dressed up in hiking gear, on an adventure with a creepy blue cartoon-monkey in red boots.

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Ducky hummed to himself as he snapped the ribs of a dead petty officer with a large pair of bush cutters. Jimmy was out buying tea for the third time this week - the ME ran through the English delicacy very quickly.

His phone rang, and the older man sighed. He was instantly pleased to hear the voice of a very good friend of his.

"Ah, Jethro. You're little disappearing act has the agency in quite a frenzy, my dear friend."

Gibbs laughed. "I left a note, Duck."

"Not a very descriptive one, I imagine."

"Nope."

"I thought not. What is it you need?"

"Do you know what Ziva's dress size is?"

"No, but I bet you Abby does. Hold on just a moment... wait, why do you want to know her dress size?"

"Promise not to tell?"

"Of course."

"I'm out getting her a wedding dress."

"Oh, Jethro," the older man admonished, "that's wonderful! She'll really appreciate that."

"The dress size, Duck?"

"Oh, yes, sorry. One moment, please."

Doctor Mallard rushed out of the autopsy room and into Abby's lab. After answering just about a million questions from the curious Goth, and somehow being able to avoid divulging any information about Gibbs' whereabouts, he returned to autopsy and picked up the phone once again.

"Thanks, Duck," the marine said, writing the size down on his hand. "I'll call you later."

"I look forward to it, my dear friend."

And with that, the line went dead.

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Gibbs smirked and returned his cell to his pocket. Perfect. The older man held the dress in his hands, a million memories flooding back all at once. The joy of the wedding canceled out the sadness that this wedding dress held, and he quickly and carefully placed it in the back seat of his car. He looked around and smiled before getting into his car. Stillwater was a beautiful place, he had to admit. After saying farewell to his father, Gibbs sped out of the small town, eager to get back to NCIS, and back to his family.

AUTHORS NOTE: Hope you enjoyed chapter 2! I am SOOOO sorry that it took SO long, but I was SUPER busy, and didn't have much time to write. Chapter 3 will consist of the final preparations of the wedding, we will find out the significance of the mysterious dress that Gibbs went all the way to Stillwater to get, and much more(: Thank you for reading!

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~KatieDee15