A/N From now on time's going to move a little fast. I want to finish it before Flashpoint season 5 starts.

Previously:

"There was a lot of man-love out there? You know something about that?" Zoë held up her hand. "Oh, wow." Donna walked towards her and grabbed her hand to look at the ring. "Looks nice, it fits you."

"Yeah, he did a good job." Zoë smiled at her.

…

"Zoë, I want to pay for it as well." Zoë sighed, they had been talking about the wedding costs.

"And I'm happy to let you, but it really doesn't matter. The second we get married everything we own becomes ours."

"Well, my mom wants you to sign a pre-nup.."

"What?" Zoë was surprised, they had gone over to his mother more than once and Zoë thought she was beginning to like her.

"She just wants you to."

"No offense, and I really don't mean to be mean.."

"I know, you got way more money than I do. I tried to explain it to her.."

"Did you say, mom if we get divorced I will have more money?"

"Not in those words.."

"I don't want a pre-nup, Greg. I don't want to sign one, and I don't want you to sign one."

"I'll talk to my mom about it, again."

"Thank you."

"We still need to set a budget."

"I'm a millionaire, you want me to set a budget for a small wedding and reception? Fine, let's set a million." He smiled, trying to be annoyed instead of amused.

"Zoë.."

"Half a million? I'm not saying we need to spend it, you want a budget."

"I want to pay half."

"I'll make you a deal, we set it at a million." He started to object. "Let me finish, we set it at a million. Anything we don't spend we give to a charity, you can chose."

"Even if I want it to go to a charity where most of the money goes to the boss?"

"Okay, maybe something useful. Like something with kids?"

"Okay, sure. I will still try to keep the costs down." He smiled at her.

"I know you will. I don't need an expensive wedding."

…

"So, you still want a church?" They were sitting at table, pieces of paper sprawled out in front of them.

"Yes. I'm just not sure about which one." He grabbed two photo's they had taken earlier that day. "I like both of these, what about you?"

"Well, seeing as we don't know enough people to fill the left one even half.."

"The right one?" Zoë nodded. "Okay." He put the picture of the church they had chosen in a folder to his left. "So we spend the better part of the day looking for a church.. Now all we need to do is, the rest." Zoë laughed.

"So what's next?"

"How should I know?"

"You've done all this before." She smiled at him.

"No, my ex wife has done all this before. She did everything herself."

"Okay, so maybe a date? We can call the church see if they're free?"

"Okay." He got up to grab a calendar. "So, weekends, because I'm guessing we want both of our teams there?" She nodded. "Okay, so we need at least 9 weeks to plan it." She made a sound. "8?" She made a sound again. "7 is my last offer, I'm pretty sure that's near impossible.." She nodded. "Okay, we need 7 weeks to plan it." He flipped through the calendar. "So, that makes it at least the July 21st."

"Want to do it on a Saturday or Sunday?"

"Well, since people are going to drink I say Saturday."

"You can be so practical. A time? We can do it around 3, have dinner and then fly off for our honeymoon?"

"You want a honeymoon to?" She threw a pillow at him. "Okay, fine a honeymoon."

…

They had just finished dinner, they didn't feel like cooking and had take out. They had called the church earlier and secured the 21st. They were warned it was fast, but they just wanted to get married soon. They were just about to start on the guest list.

"Know who you want there?" He asked her.

"I think I've got about 10 people plus everyone they bring?"

"Yeah, me to."

"Where do people get over a hundred attendants?" He laughed.

"We wanted to keep it small anyway."

They both took a pad of paper and wrote down who they wanted there. Then they switched papers.

"Your team, your mother, Dean, two old friends, who's Ben with a question mark?" Zoë asked Greg.

"My father." That surprised her. "I'm not sure if I will invite him."

"Okay, you think about that one." He nodded.

"I think I know all of yours. Lisa, Caitlin, Owen, Molly and your team." She nodded. "You crossed of Adam's and Joey's wives?"

"Yeah. I thought about it, but decided against it." He nodded.

"So we got.. 20 people plus whoever they take, so like, 50 or 60?" She nodded. "That should easily fit."

"Okay, so we've got a date, location and guest list." He nodded. "So we need, cake, invitations, dinner, reception place, music and honeymoon?"

"Funny how you put cake before everything else." She swatted his arm. "Flowers, photographer/videographer, vows, transportation for the guests, clothes? "

"Oh, god. That sounds like a lot of work."

"Which is why we have 7 weeks, just be glad we don't have to plan a bachelor party." Zoë smiled.

"Going to be a poor bachelorette party, most of my friends are guys."

"I'm sure it'll be okay."

"Okay, so… reception place is next? Then we can start on invitations?"

"Sounds like a plan. How about we look some up online, and try to see if we can visit them this weekend?" Zoë yawned.

"Okay, and then bed."

They sat down on the couch and Greg grabbed a laptop. Zoë leaned against him while they looked at reception places.

…

The sun streaming through the windows woke them up. Zoë yawned and stretched. She opened her eyes and was surprised to find they were still sitting on the couch.

"Greg?"

"Hmm?"

"Wake-y wake-y."

"What time is it?"

"I don't know."

Then both of their phones started ringing.

"I'm guessing we're at least 15 minutes late for work." They picked up their phones.

"You guys are already late. Get your ass over here." Ed came through both of their phones.

"Yes, sir. Be there in 15." Zoë said.

…

Ed and Donna were waiting for them at the elevators. They walked out, shared a look and sighed.

"I know you just got engaged a week ago.." Ed started.

"Okay, seriously. We fell asleep on the couch."

"Couch huh?" Donna teased.

"We fell asleep planning our wedding." Greg helped Zoë.

Donna and Ed glanced at each other for a second.

"Forget it." Zoë sighed.

"Be safe." Greg told her.

"Always am."

Donna and Ed both snorted.

"Thanks, guys." Zoë headed off into the locker-room.

…

"You still awake?" Greg nudged her.

"Yes." She yawned. "Just.."

"Okay, let's wrap this up quickly for tonight then." She grabbed the checklist from the table.

"Agreed, we have sent out the invitations yesterday. So we've got the date, time, wedding and reception location. We chose a caterer this morning, they will also do our cake." He nodded, so far so good. "We've decided on the photographer, she will also take the video. Guests will come by car and will drive themselves from the church to the reception." He nodded. "So, we've got 5 weeks to get the rest."

"Yeah, I think the clothes and maybe the music will take the most time." Zoë nodded.

"I'm going looking for a dress with Donna, Molly and Jules tomorrow."

"I need to know the color for my suit."

"White-ish." He laughed.

"White-ish? Is that even a colour?" She glared at him. "White-ish, got it."

"So, our to-do list for Sunday. Flowers, Dinner choices, Cake choices, Music and Honeymoon. You pick one, and I will pick one."

"Music, we got to decide on a band or DJ and a first song." Zoë nodded.

"I choose honeymoon."

"Of course you do."

"The cake and dinner, we need to sample. The flower store is right next to the caterer."

"Sure that's why you choose honeymoon?" She yawned. "Okay, let's go to bed."

…

The doorbell rang at 10 the next morning. Greg got up from the couch to get it, Zoë was in the shower after her morning-run.

"Hey, come on in. Zoë's just finishing up with her shower." He smiled at them.

"Are you going to get a suit today?" Donna asked him.

"Well, since the dress is going to be white-ish.." They all looked questioningly. "Don't even ask.. I'm going to look around with Ed, but I'm going to wait with the buying until I know the actual colour."

"WHITE-ISH!" Zoë yelled from the bedroom, making him laugh.

"Honey, white-ish is not a colour.."

"Yes it is."

"No, I google'd it." Zoë walked in, fastening her hair in a quick ponytail. "Do you know what kind of dress you want?"

"A white-ish one." Zoë teased.

"Come on."

"No, you're not going to see it before the wedding. You're not going to be hearing about it either."

"Remember the budget."

"Remind me, 50 million dollars?" He sighed. "I said whatever we don't spend goes to charity. I'm not cutting on a dress I'm only going to wear once. Sweety." Donna, Jules and Molly tried not to look amused. "Right, guys? It's my wedding dress, gotta look nice."

"I'm sure you would look nice in any white-ish dress."

"Yeah.. No.." She kissed his cheek. "They'll bring me back safe. Have fun with Ed." She walked out. Greg grabbed Jules' arm.

"It can't be over 10 grand right?"

"Unlikely." Jules smiled at him.

…

"Ed, help me. What's the big deal about a dress?" They said walking towards a shop for his suit.

"Just let it go, Greg. Don't fuss about the dress."

"She's only going to wear it once. What does it matter?"

"Yeah, that's how we think. Now girls.. Give her the damn dress."

"It's just, not having a budget doesn't really help."

"You guys don't have a budget?"

"It's Zoë.. She wants a small, but perfect wedding. I tried to set a budget, but what can I say.. I'm a sucker.."

"We all are.."They entered the store for the suit.

…

Zoë had tried on more than 16 dresses, she didn't even know how many stores they visited where she didn't even try anything on.

"I don't like this one on me either." Zoë sighed before walking back into the fitting room to take it off. "How hard is it to find a dress that makes me look good instead of… me…" She handed it back to Donna. She put on her jeans and walked around the store.

"You always look good." Donna offered.

"I guess.. but.. I just.. ugh.. I don't know, I just want him to be amazed, you know?"

"I'm sure he will be Zoë." Jules smiled at her.

"I always said I wouldn't be this horrifying bride.. I'm totally becoming one.."

"Maybe this one?" Molly showed her a dress. Zoë shook her head.

"This is a beautiful dress." Zoë says, pointing at a dress.

"You've got an expensive taste." The store clerk comes up behind her. "That's an replica of Catherine Zeta-Jones' dress. " Zoë checked the price card.

"He will kill me.." She looked at Jules.

"How much is it?" Jules walked over to look at the price card. "He will kill you." Zoë bit her bottom lip, looking at the dress.

"Can I try it on? If it doesn't look good on me I don't even have to think about it?"

She went into the fitting room to try it on, she came out and looked into the mirror.

"Wow, Zoë." Jules said.

"It's beautiful." Molly replied.

"It's perfect." Donna said.

"Greg, is going to kill me!" Zoë said, causing the girls to laugh.

"It's an ivory-beaded satin sheath gown by Christian Lacroix, with a Chantilly lace 6-foot train and a low-cut bodice. We left out the diamonds, that way we can actually sell it."

"There used be diamonds in as well? Thank god you left them out, this I might be able to sell Greg.." Zoë smiled. "I should give him a call, right. Tell him I'll be spending a little over the 10 grand he thought I would spend on my dress?"

"A little? Zoë, I think you'll have to redefine your definition of a little.. And double your budget while you're at it."

"I don't mind, think Greg will?"

"Yes.." They all said in unison. She sighed and decided to give him a call.

"Hey, baby. I'm just looking at suits, you know what colour the dress is going to be?"

"Well, it's originally ivory with a Chantilly train."

"Originally?"

"When I tell you how much it costs, it's going to stain red." She could hear him sigh and Ed chuckle in the background, she was probably on speaker.

"First of all, isn't ivory and Chantilly kind off the same colour?"

"Well, they're both white-ish." She joked, hoping it would make him less inclined to kill her. Jules grabbed her phone, put it on speaker and handed it back to her.

"Second, it can't cost more than a million."

"Don't be crazy, it doesn't cost a million. They left the diamonds off.."

"Will we still be able to eat if you buy it?"

"Yes, you will still be able to eat.. I just won't." He chuckled.

"You don't need to lose weight, baby."

"I'm not talking about losing weight, I just can't gain it."

"Okay, back to the dress. Please tell me it isn't two-hundred grand.." He could hear Ed in the background, telling Greg 'If it is just tell her she should buy a new car instead.'

"Tell Ed to shut up." Greg chuckled. "And no, it's not two-hundred grand. I want remind you that it's a very nice dress, finest silk."

"Zoë, just tell me."

"100 grand.."

"What?!" They could hear Ed exclaim. "Is she crazy?" Making Jules and Donna laugh.

"Zoë.. That's.. You would be wearing an European car."

"A very nice satin-beaded, Chantilly train, European car."

"100.000 dollars, Zoë.. I'm pretty sure that's more than the entire wedding.. Including honeymoon, and we don't even know where we're going yet."

"We set our budget at a million.."

"Because I figured we wouldn't even use a tenth of it."

"You want me to pick out a cheaper dress?"

"Yes.."

"Fine. Good luck with your suit. I'll see you later." She took him off speaker.

"Think you'll be home soon?"

"Don't know, gotta find another dress.."

"Okay, I love you."

"Yeah, I love you too. Even if I wear a different dress."

"Even with a different dress, huh?" He joked.

"Just so you know, your suit can't cost more than 50 dollars. And it has to be nice!"

"Now that's impossible."

"Exactly."

"Zoë, it's not impossible to find a dress that's nice and costs less than 100 grand.."

"I'll talk to you later." She hung up the phone.

"So it's not going to be this one?" Jules asked her. Zoë turned to the store clerk.

"How long can you reserve it for me?"

"Just 24 hours, but if you put in a down payment.."

"And what if I still don't buy the dress?"

"You can spend the down payment on anything else in this store." Zoë nodded.

"Okay, how much do you need?"

"10 percent." Zoë sucked in a breath.

"You have jewelry, shoes, bridesmaids dresses?" The clerk nodded. "Okay, 10 percent. How long can you keep it?"

"Two weeks."

"Perfect."

"Zoë.." Jules said.

"I'll convince him, and if I don't.. Then I'll buy some other dress."

"How are you planning on convincing him, guilting him into it?"

"That's a start." Zoë smiled at her friends before walking with the clerk to put in the down payment.

A/N How is it then when I google, White-ish, the fourth hit is a Men's zone discussion… ugh..