A/N: It's here!!!!! :) I would like to say a very very bid thanks to all those who review. I would also like to say a thanks to all those readers out there. I hope you are enjoying this tale so far. :)

And as always, I do not own anything you recognize. Except Probie. Who is right now laying underneath my desk and chewing rather loudly on his rawhide bone.


Shape(-ing): something distinguished from its surroundings by its outline.

Melody: succession of notes forming a distinctive sequence

"Nervous?"

"A little."

"That's okay. I think everyone is nervous before the big day. I know I was when I was in your position."

"Huh."

"But really, don't worry. Everything will be okay."

"Yeah?"

"I'm sure of it."

"I'm not so use to you giving me peep talks."

"After five years on the same team, I figured now was a good a time as any to return the favor. Besides, I don't think you want Ziva to come in here."

"Yeah, you're right about that."

"You know I'm right McGee, now go out there at kick some butt. Or, um, well I mean…"

"Dwayne."

"Sorry sorry. I'm rambling."

"Wilson-"

Tim jumped slightly when Probie barked. Not wanting to leave his trusted companion out, the German Shepherd was sitting regally by the door, a black bow tied around his neck.

"Alright," Tim breathed, mentally working hard to get the butterflies in his stomach to calm down, "Is it time?"

"McGee," Wilson said laughing a bit, "You aren't getting married for another hour. I think Probie is just excited as you are."

"But-" Tim was cut off as the door opened to let Jimmy Palmer enter the room.

"Hey Probie," Jimmy smiled and patted the dog's head. Probie gave Jimmy quick lick on the hand before settling back down. Tim smiled. It was almost as if Probie was working extra hard to keep his bow in perfect condition. The very thought made him laugh quietly to himself.

"What's so funny?" Palmer asked, smiling.

"Nothing," Tim shook his head. He didn't want his friends to think that he was suffering a mild psychotic break.

"You nervous?" Palmer asked quietly.

"Yes," McGee answered simply, knowing that both his friends knew him well enough to know when he lied, "Am I suppose to feel that way? I mean if she's the one, don't you think that would mean I wouldn't be feeling this way?"

Jimmy shrugged, "I almost threw up before my wedding."

Wilson turned, raised an eyebrow at that, "Really "Mr.-I'm-So-Calm-and-Collected"? You almost lost you lunch?"

Jimmy smiled bashfully, turning his head to hide his embarrassment, "Yes. And what about you Dwayne? I beat you were nervous?"

Wilson shrugged good naturedly, turning back to McGee, "A little. Maybe. But Tim, every guy is nervous before their wedding. You just have to remember one thing."

"What?" Tim asked, his eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"If you faint," Wilson worked hard to keep the smirk off his face and keep the serious look on, "I will never let you live it down."

McGee smiled, thankful that Dwayne was at leash trying to settle his nerves, "So I'm assuming Dwayne that you have arranged for me to somehow get to the church?"

Dwayne nodded, bumping Palmer in the shoulder, "We both did. It wouldn't be right if I didn't fulfill my best man duties. Now come on. We have," Dwayne glanced at his watch, "Approximately fifty two minutes before I have to get you to the church. Because the bride to be would kill me if you arrived late."

"Wouldn't be the first time I was late to something important," Tim muttered with a smile on his face, "We just need to head to the dry cleaners to pick up-"

"Already got it," Wilson said, "Now hurry up! Daylight's wasting!"

McGee huffed in laughter following his friends outside, Probie staying close by his side.

Glancing at the limo that was in front of his house and seeing Gibbs and Ducky waiting patiently for him, it was times like this that he missed Tony the most. After that day just over two years ago that he had almost been killed because of his obsession with finding Tony, Tim had vowed to start living his life only because that's what his friend would have wanted him to do.

And then as the months had passed, Tim had started to realize that he wasn't just living his life because Tony would have wanted him to, he was living his life because he wanted to.

And that's how he had met his bride to be, Natalie. She was cashier at one of his favorite bookstores and every time Tim went there, he found himself waiting longer and longer in line just so he could go to her station when it was his time to pay.

Natalie who must have realized McGee's pinning after a few weeks, stopped him dead in his tracks one day when he was paying for his purchase.

"Would you like to go to a movie with me Tim?"

McGee admitted that he had opened and closed his mouth a few times before nodding his head. Natalie had merely laughed at him before giving him a time and her address, telling him not to be late.

Well, he had been late. Horribly. A case had been called in and Tim hadn't made it to Natalie's house till two hours after he was suppose to show up.

Natalie had opened the door and slammed it in his face when he had opened his mouth to speak.

After that, two or three weeks went by and no matter how hard Tim tried, he couldn't get Natalie to talk to him.

Having never felt the kind of hurt he felt during Natalie's silence, Tim had one day camped out in front of her door, waiting all day for her to arrive home.

When she had, she had immediately reached for her pepper spray, especially when she caught sight of Tim's gun, but Tim had nervously placated her, showing her his federal ID and badge. Even then, the gestured hadn't helped much.

"Why were you late?" Natalie asked, glancing at his badge once again before ever so slow placing her can of pepper spray back in her purse, "Did it have something to do with your job?"

"Yes," Tim said, "And I'm sorry I didn't tell you that when you gave me the time. I was just…I hadn't…" Tim had tired searching for the words but had come up short.

Natalie had laughed at his expression, before placing one of her hands in his, "I forgive you Tim. But next time if you're late and don't call me, I'll never speak to you again."

Tim had smiled at that, feeling almost giddy as Natalie dragged him towards his car.

"Um," Tim said seconds later when he was sitting behind the wheel, Natalie in the passenger seat, "Where are we going?"

"Well," Natalie said, "Considering that I know for a fact you have been sitting on my porch all afternoon, I thought lunch would be a good place to start."

And Tim had smiled, turned the key and headed towards the nearest restaurant.

Now, a year and a half later, he was finally marrying her.

Tim hurried to put on a clean shirt and through on some pants over his boxers.

He laughed seconds later, realizing what Tony would probably say at this.

He had finally found a girl that didn't want to hurt him, use him or kill him.

Tony would have been proud of him.

Checking his pockets for his phone and keys, Tim stepped into the limo with his friends who had become like family, all the while hearing the whispers of the words Tony had said to him a long time ago.

It's like leaping off a cliff Probie. It's always more fun when you jump with both feet.

And Tim hadn't understood it then, but now, realizing that soon he was finally going to marry the women he loved, Tim only hopped he was that much closer to understanding what Tony had meant.


A/N2: Next update should be up soon. I have no idea when for I have TONS of stuff to read for school. But it will be up before Tuesday (we're shooting for Sunday night). Also, if you didn't catch it in the story, this is about five years after Tony went missing and two years after Tim stopped obsessing over his disapperance.

Please tell me what you think. :D