Ziva, The Wedding Planner (Round 15, NCIS Gen)
Title: Ziva, The Wedding Planner
Author: Sara (callmedirk)
Rating: PG
fic_variations Prompt/Claim: Sane/Insane- NCIS Gen
Word Count: 715
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: Part of my Reasons Why 'verse. Hannah Chandler is my own creation. Please do not use without permission.
He was beyond stressed and everyone could see it etched onto his face. There were Post-Its with both his handwriting and his fiancée Hannah's writing all over them. There were dates, times, and names on them, and no one could decipher the scribbles but Tony.
He had arrived that morning even before Gibbs, and he sat at his desk with his head in his hands. He and Hannah had been up half the night trying to get a final seating chart written and were still on the hunt for a florist and caterer. It was driving them insane just thinking about how much more there was to do with only two weeks before they were to be married. Thankfully, Hannah's parents had found the venue and the reception spot months earlier and reserved it, or they might be going crazier than they already were.
Tony hated seeing the stress in Hannah's eyes and wished he had more ability to get things done quicker. At the rate they were going, they were going to have to send someone to the local cemetery to steal fresh flowers. He rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands, groaning softly for even thinking that. He blamed the stress.
What he didn't see was Ziva watching him from the staircase leading from the Director's office. She watched him rub at his face and she frowned. She went down the stairs and went right up to his desk.
Tony's head shot up and she saw his weary eyes.
"Tony, is there something I can do to help you and Hannah?" Ziva asked.
"At this point, I don't even know. We can't get anyone to do the catering or the flowers. We're just so-tired. We're starting to wonder if eloping wouldn't solve the whole damned thing," Tony said ruefully.
Ziva let out a breath, shaking her head.
"Eloping is not the answer," she said. "Tony, you love Hannah. You're getting married to her. You have to start this thing off right, and a proper wedding is the only way,"
He raised his eyebrows at the firmness in her voice and he couldn't help but smile. She glanced at one of the Post-Its lying in front of him and she snaked a hand out to grab it.
"What number is this?" Ziva asked.
Tony squinted slightly and he chuckled.
"That's the caterer that laughed and hung up on me when I asked for service in two weeks," he said. Ziva's eyes darkened. She took the little scrap of paper and went to her desk, snatching up the phone and punching in the number. She turned her back to Tony, who watched as her hands began to fly in the air and her voice raise slightly.
Bewildered, Tony could only sit and wait. It wasn't more than five minutes later that Ziva slammed the phone down and whirled around. Tony braced himself for a blowup on her part, and was surprised when she began to grin.
"Catering is done," she said. "And for a discounted price, I might add,"
"Ziva, you-wow," Tony was amazed. "Thank you."
"Give me the number to the flower man," Ziva said then, holding her hand out for another yellow paper. "Hannah will have her flowers, damn it,"
"I have no doubt of that," Tony said, nodding and handing the number over.
As she dialed, she cradled the receiver to her shoulder and looked at Tony.
"By the way, Tony?" Ziva said. He looked up. "You two are insane for letting it get to this,"
For the first time that morning, Tony let out a laugh. She grinned and got to work. He, meanwhile, took out his cell and dialed Hannah's number.
"Hello?"
"Han, it's done," Tony said.
"Are you serious?" Hannah's voice was tinny in his ear. "Tony, don’t lie to me. We have food and flowers?"
"Yes."
"W-how?" she asked.
"Ziva got it done. And the caterer offered a discounted price. She-"
"She's fantastic!" Hannah cried. "She saved the day. You better thank her a million times."
"A million and more times," Tony agreed. Ziva looked over and gave him thumbs up. He winked at her and nodded.
"You know what this means, right?" Hannah asked.
"Yep," Tony said. "No eloping in Vegas!"
Author: Sara (callmedirk)
Rating: PG
fic_variations Prompt/Claim: Sane/Insane- NCIS Gen
Word Count: 715
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: Part of my Reasons Why 'verse. Hannah Chandler is my own creation. Please do not use without permission.
He was beyond stressed and everyone could see it etched onto his face. There were Post-Its with both his handwriting and his fiancée Hannah's writing all over them. There were dates, times, and names on them, and no one could decipher the scribbles but Tony.
He had arrived that morning even before Gibbs, and he sat at his desk with his head in his hands. He and Hannah had been up half the night trying to get a final seating chart written and were still on the hunt for a florist and caterer. It was driving them insane just thinking about how much more there was to do with only two weeks before they were to be married. Thankfully, Hannah's parents had found the venue and the reception spot months earlier and reserved it, or they might be going crazier than they already were.
Tony hated seeing the stress in Hannah's eyes and wished he had more ability to get things done quicker. At the rate they were going, they were going to have to send someone to the local cemetery to steal fresh flowers. He rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands, groaning softly for even thinking that. He blamed the stress.
What he didn't see was Ziva watching him from the staircase leading from the Director's office. She watched him rub at his face and she frowned. She went down the stairs and went right up to his desk.
Tony's head shot up and she saw his weary eyes.
"Tony, is there something I can do to help you and Hannah?" Ziva asked.
"At this point, I don't even know. We can't get anyone to do the catering or the flowers. We're just so-tired. We're starting to wonder if eloping wouldn't solve the whole damned thing," Tony said ruefully.
Ziva let out a breath, shaking her head.
"Eloping is not the answer," she said. "Tony, you love Hannah. You're getting married to her. You have to start this thing off right, and a proper wedding is the only way,"
He raised his eyebrows at the firmness in her voice and he couldn't help but smile. She glanced at one of the Post-Its lying in front of him and she snaked a hand out to grab it.
"What number is this?" Ziva asked.
Tony squinted slightly and he chuckled.
"That's the caterer that laughed and hung up on me when I asked for service in two weeks," he said. Ziva's eyes darkened. She took the little scrap of paper and went to her desk, snatching up the phone and punching in the number. She turned her back to Tony, who watched as her hands began to fly in the air and her voice raise slightly.
Bewildered, Tony could only sit and wait. It wasn't more than five minutes later that Ziva slammed the phone down and whirled around. Tony braced himself for a blowup on her part, and was surprised when she began to grin.
"Catering is done," she said. "And for a discounted price, I might add,"
"Ziva, you-wow," Tony was amazed. "Thank you."
"Give me the number to the flower man," Ziva said then, holding her hand out for another yellow paper. "Hannah will have her flowers, damn it,"
"I have no doubt of that," Tony said, nodding and handing the number over.
As she dialed, she cradled the receiver to her shoulder and looked at Tony.
"By the way, Tony?" Ziva said. He looked up. "You two are insane for letting it get to this,"
For the first time that morning, Tony let out a laugh. She grinned and got to work. He, meanwhile, took out his cell and dialed Hannah's number.
"Hello?"
"Han, it's done," Tony said.
"Are you serious?" Hannah's voice was tinny in his ear. "Tony, don’t lie to me. We have food and flowers?"
"Yes."
"W-how?" she asked.
"Ziva got it done. And the caterer offered a discounted price. She-"
"She's fantastic!" Hannah cried. "She saved the day. You better thank her a million times."
"A million and more times," Tony agreed. Ziva looked over and gave him thumbs up. He winked at her and nodded.
"You know what this means, right?" Hannah asked.
"Yep," Tony said. "No eloping in Vegas!"