Title: Four Is Definitely A Crowd
Rating: PG-13
Category: Romance, Humor
Genre: Het
Pairing: Tony/Abby and McGee/Ziva
Summary: What happens when there's a wedding at NCIS? Not much. Well, how about when there are two?
Spoilers: Um, none, really.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Written for the wedding planner challenge at NCIS Fanfiction Addiction.

When Tim and Ziva approached me about planning their wedding, I was surprised, to say the least. They were a couple that didn't make a whole lot of sense to me. He was muttering something about computers and I caught a glimpse of some sort of weapon when Ziva went to scratch her leg. But I had to push any reservations about them as a couple to the back of my mind, because as strange as they seemed together, they were also happy, and they had asked me to plan their wedding. It's not like I could pass on a job.

The first time I met them was the day we were to look at possible venues for the ceremony itself. They weren't interested in a traditional wedding, and didn't want it to be something too flashy, because they're federal agents and really didn't want any extra attention.

They walked into my office, Tim's hand hovering over the small of Ziva's back, a smirk planted on her face.

I stood to greet them. "Hi. Gretchen Overby at your service." I stuck my hand out to them, and Ziva was the first to take it, almost crushing it in her tight grip.

"Ziva, I think Miss Overby here would like to come away from this wedding uninjured," Tim spoke up upon seeing the look of distress on my face.

"Oh!" Ziva quickly released my hand. "I do apologize. Training." She nodded.

I shook out my stinging hand, my eyebrows raised. This was certainly going to be an interesting wedding, there was no doubt about that. I motioned to the chairs in front of my desk. "Please sit."

Tim pulled out Ziva's chair for her and I smiled. They were really a cute couple, despite their obvious differences.

"So, we were thinking something along the lines of a . . ." Tim started, but was quickly interrupted by his fiancee.

" . . . wedding in the park," Ziva finished, patting Tim's hand.

I had to smirk myself. It was obvious who had the upper hand in this relationship.