AND LOVE CHAP 121
Get me to the church on time!
NCIS-OSP, Los Angeles
KENSI'S PHONE RINGS
"Kensi here, Eddie?"
"Yes, we are really looking forward to your visit. But we have a wrinkle that I hope you and Marty are willing to help us with."
"Oh, he and I are up to most anything," they both laugh. "What's up?"
"Can you bring formal wear?"
"As in?"
"Tux and evening gown?"
"What?"
"I need you to stand up at a wedding."
"What? Who?"
"Annie Davenport and Gregg Wells."
"Oh . . . sure. Why not."
They talk over details. Then say good-bye.
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"Marty, ops with me," as she runs up the stairs.
"Nell, get me everything you can on Gregg Wells, NYC area." Nell types away as Marty slips in and stands next to Kens.
Eric is looking on at Nell's screen. He lets out a low whistle; "Look at that!"
"What? Big screen Nell, please!"
Kensi reads out loud from the NYT article, "Annie Davenport, attorney with Davenport, Erickson & Jackson, negotiated the deal; wherein Gregg Wells obtained controlling interest in both Porsche dealerships. Mr. Wells now owns and manages the parts and service department of Porsche Huntington, out on Long Island; and Porsche Brooklyn, in the borough of the same name. Mr. Wells and Ms. Davenport have admitted to being engaged to be married. No further details on that front are available at this time."
"Wow, a power couple!" Kensi exclaims.
"Just like us, babe" Marty grins. That earns him a soft elbow. "Weren't you just talking with Eddie Reagan?"
"Yes, this is absolutely confidential. Eddie has a line on the wedding. She asked us to bring formal wear with us to NYC."
"A tux? No-
"YES! I promised."
"How could you?"
"I love you in a tux, babe. I'll be in my royal blue evening gown."
Marty's eyes sparkle – "The one with the slit-
"Enough!" Kens shoots this down and they leave ops.
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ST ANGELUS, BAY RIDGE
"Father Mark here."
"Father Mark, Eddie Reagan. I need your help with a wedding-
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Porsche Huntington
"Is Gregg Wells available? This is Eddie Reagan, I'd like to talk with him, please."
"Ye, ma'am. I'll get him for you, just a moment."
"Eddie? Good to talk with you. What can I help you with?"
"Yes Gregg. You and Annie-
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JFK INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT
Wednesday 16:00
Eddie, Patrick and AJ have come to pick-up their California visitors. They wait behind the security line on the carpet. After a lot of passengers have filed by, they finally see a tall, striking brunette. Accompanied by a taller shaggy, surfer dude (as Pat calls Marty). The boys wave madly and shout, "Here we are! Aunt Kensi and uncle Marty!"
The couple break out into grins and head their way. They meet in a tangle of arms; hugs and kisses.
"Welcome to New York," Eddie greets them.
"Thanks, Eddie! It's good to be able to stretch my legs," Deeks admits. He gives her a massive hug and kiss on the cheek. Kensi duplicates the greeting.
"What's up with a wedding?" Kensi wonders (she knows). They talk as they make their way to baggage claim. All the kids have been sworn to secrecy!
"Well, I think I've got it all set. I just need to convince Jamie that he needs some time with Father Mark; the forever priest at his home parish church, St Angelus."
"This thing with his ex?" Marty posits.
"Yup! He and Annie need to clear the air, and move on. And NOT together!"
"We can see that. What do we need to do?"
"How fast can you dress, formally?"
"Well," Kens runs her hand through Marty's hair. "That depends-
He gives his wife the side-eye.
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ON THE ISLAND
Thursday, 2:00 PM.
"Eddie, babe?"
"In the office, hon. You're home early?"
He enters and sits down. "Yeah, I think you are right. I'm going to talk with Father Mark. I called him, he can see me at 3:00."
"A confessional?" She hopes not! Her plan doesn't include that complication.
"No, just a good long talk." He sighs.
"That's good. I'm sure he can help."
"Yeah, he's known me since diaper days," he chuckles.
"How old is he, anyway?"
"Old enough to have seen it all." Jamie postulates.
"That's good, I suppose."
"Yeah, I better go. Wish me well," he dips for a kiss.
"Well," she smirks.
He's off.
Eddie picks up her phone and sends a group TXT:
ER: St Angelus 3:15, door D. Nicky & Jimmy will meet U & direct. Bells and whistles, buttons and bows! THX!
All reply with OK, got it, on R way, AMEN, or YUP. The cavalry is on the move.
Eddie grabs her GO-BAG, hanging up clothes bag (hers & his attire) & shoes and passes the kitchen. Mal and Cassie are there.
"Wish me luck," she jests.
"Do good, mommy," they proclaim. "You should be a wedding coordinator," Cassie giggles.
"I will, er we will." A kiss for luck and she is off. Trailing her husband by 15". 'This better not be a quick talk with Fr. Mark. No, Mark knows what's coming to the church. Jamie's work better not have a disaster. Quit overthinking things, Janko!'
She settles down and drives – fast!
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TBC