Chapter 77: An Announcement
They made a quick detour on the way into work the next
morning.
Getting married! |
He pulls her a little tighter, because she’s been bouncing
up and down this whole time, and it’s hard to hug someone who’s bouncing, and
kisses her forehead. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Abbs.”
She looks up at him, and he can see hints of fear that
there’ll be a repeat of Jimmy’s wedding. “No matter what, Abby, I’ll be there.”
She grins again.
The next detour in the usual get to work routine led them to
Autopsy.
If there was ever a good clue that Abby was happy as happy
could be, it was the fact that she walked (okay, skipped) straight into Autopsy
without even pausing as the doors slid open.
Congratulations are in order. |
“Yeah, they are, Ducky,” Tim answered.
“Wonderful!” he said, and then pulled out of the hug,
motioning Tim closer, and hugged him as well. Then he stepped back and said,
“Come now, let me see,” motioning for Abby’s hand.
Palmer headed in as Ducky was saying that. He made a
bee-line for Abby. “Finally. I’ve been waiting since February for this!”
“February?” Abby asked, looking at Tim. He smiled and
shrugged a little.
Jimmy took her hand, looked at the ring on her finger, and
kissed her cheek. Then he looked at Tim and nodded. “Good job.”
“Thanks.”
“Now, what?” Jimmy said to Abby.
“We get talking details. For example, are you my best man or
man of honor?”
Tim doesn’t think he’s ever seen Jimmy look so pleased.
After a few seconds, he answers, “As long as I don’t have to wear chiffon, any
title you like works.”
“No chiffon. I can handled that. How about taffeta?”
For a second Jimmy looks really startled, because it’s
entirely possible Abby isn’t joking, but she is, so he laughs, and finally
says, “Only if it’s red, and there better be some killer heels to go with it.”
She kisses him, and he pulls her and Tim into a hug.
Jimmy kisses her one more time before letting both of them
go. “Do you want me to tell Breena?”
“We’ve already got a lunch date set. Assuming no case pops
up, you’re invited, too.” Then she remembered Ducky was standing there. “I
mean, if you don’t need him for anything.”
“As long as we are not called upon to render our assistance
for a case, I assure you, Jimmy will be free for wedding planning duties.”
The last stop on the tell everyone tour took them up to the
Bullpen. Gibbs had already gotten there, and was sitting at his desk, but Tony
and Ziva were nowhere to be seen.
Tim’s look asked Gibbs if he knew where they were, and Gibbs
just shrugged. Tony and Ziva weren’t living together, but they certainly came
into work together about four out of five days. And they didn’t yet seem to
have the how to do that and show up precisely on time thing down pat yet.
Tim certainly understood that. It takes a while to work the
kinks out of more or less living in two apartments.
So he sat down and turned on his computers. Abby settled on
the edge of his desk, watching what he was doing.
Three minutes later, when they came in, Tony grumbling about
his dry cleaning being on one side of town and Ziva’s place an hour away on the
other, he had a pretty good idea of what was up.
“No clean shirts?” he asks as Tony heads for his desk.
Tony glared and said, “Yeah.”
“They make these things called irons, and if you apply it to
a clean shirt, you don’t need to have it dry cleaned.”
“Sure.” During all of this, Ziva’s been leaning against her
desk, staring at Abby, and grinning. Abby’s grinning back at her, left hand
conspicuously visible. Which was when Tony really noticed that she was sitting
there, on the edge of Tim’s desk, where she usually isn’t.
Ziva sees him finally get it and then closes on Abby, both
of them hugging. He half hears Abby telling Ziva something about team bride
meeting for lunch as the two of them look at the ring.
Tony breaks into a wide smile and gently punches Tim on the
shoulder. “You finally did it!”
“Yeah.”
“Good! Stand up.” Tim did and got hugged again. Which, of course,
was still happening when Vance came in.
“Anything I should know?”
“Wedding soon,” Gibbs answered.
And thus, Abby got her tenth or so kiss of the day, and
Tim’s hand was shaken, and one more layer of congratulations were offered.
Which was followed by a fairly gentle back to work from Gibbs.
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