AN: Thanks for the messages about the wonky formatting, guys. I've been fighting with FF all morning to get this uploaded; guess that was my comeuppance! Thanks for reading, as always x
" And this is-"
" The chuppah . Well, a cloth tent I suppose, but it is meant to be a chuppah."
Ziva raised an eyebrow, a smile twisting across glossy lips.
" Very good, ahuvi ."
Tony smirked, gently leading her by the hand and taking a seat at the bench that had been placed underneath the cloth, Ziva glancing around as she sat. " I must remember to thank Abby and the women from Temple… this is beautiful."
She wasn't wrong. The small tent was decorated very simply, with wraps of silk and fresh flowers, and a single burning lamp. An elegantly decorated wedding ceremony (under another equally as beautiful chuppah) in the gardens of the Navy Chapel was what had greeted her that bright morning. It was breathtakingly beautiful; decorated in silk white, with fresh lilies and dark wooden seats. Shmiel had practically beamed at the sight of her as he walked her to the car, and she had not missed the quick wipe of tears from his eyes. DiNozzo Senior had stood proudly at the entrance to the covered walkway, delightedly embracing her as she approached.
" Ziva, my dear, you look absolutely beautiful. Anthony is going to be gobsmacked."
Her dress had been an easy choice: a beautifully simplistic white gown, fitted until her hips, where after it flowed and spread around her. Her veil was simple too, but she was never one for fuss or fancy. And of course, standing just inside at the beginning of the aisle, steadfast and looking as smart as ever, stood Gibbs.
"Ziver…"
He gave her a tight hug, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, before taking her hand as he pulled away. She giggled slightly, slipping her hand up to clasp his arm.
" I am ready, Abba."
There he stood, at the end of the aisle, back turned to her, Tim by his side. The rows were almost full of familiar faces, before they stood at the senior DiNozzo's request, the music beginning to play. A string quartet. That had been Tony's insistence. Slowly, she began to walk, Gibbs' strong hand folding on top of hers. Victoria danced her way down the aisle in front of her, tossing petals as she went. She passed by so many faces - Ducky, Jimmy and Breena, Delilah and Abby, who looked as though she had spent the morning redoing her makeup through tears, before Tim, who had a grin spread ear to ear, and finally….
" Ziva! Hey, daydreaming… Aren't we supposed to be consumating our marriage?"
Tony received a sharp dig in the ribs, and a roll of the eyes from his new wife.
" That does not mean what you want it to mean, my little hairy butt" she chastised softly, gently running her fingers along his jaw. " This kind of consummation is more…"
" Theoretical?"
She tapped a finger to his lips as he spoke, before kissing him softly through her smile . " Reflective."
" Reflective, huh?" Tony chuckled, curling his fingers with hers. " Reflective about us? Because we have a heck of a lot to reflect on if so. We could go all the way back-"
" To you having phone sex?" She teased, giving his hand a soft squeeze, earning her a laugh.
" To the first time I laid eyes on your beautiful face, Mrs DiNozzo "