AN: I can't believe six weeks went by so fast. Thanks to all the new authors for posting j/z fics. Thanks to everyone who left reviews and comments on my fics and you all should have gotten PM's from me thanking you, unless you weren't signed in. For the guests that left reviews, thank you! I certainly appreciate the time it took to read and especially leave a review.

Well, this is the last of the six fics I wrote for my pledge. I hope you enjoy.

Again, my betas for this fic are SassyJ and POIJane - thanks my sistah's!

Chapter 1: The Chapel of Love

It was an understatement to say that she was nervous.

Zoe Morgan didn't do nervous. She was a competent, mature woman who knew how to get things done. She had spent hours on end the past few months planning this whole soiree, the caterers, the florist, dress designer, everything was perfect.

She had perfectly planned this day to a T. It not going as planned was certainly not an option.

Something Old; Something New

The something old was easy enough; it was her grandmother's pearl necklace. It was perfect because it matched the ivory of her wedding gown. She always said she couldn't see herself getting married in the traditional white, ivory suited her much better.

Her dress was new. It was beautifully made out of ivory silk. Simple, yet elegant just like the bride. She had chosen a simple column sheath style; its narrow shape flowed straight down from the bodice to the hem. It hugged her trim, petite body, yet showed just the right amount of curve.

Zoe surprised herself when she felt tears gathering at the edges of her eyes. She wasn't one for sentimentality, but she looked so happy on her wedding day, she couldn't help it. Well, at that moment, she looked happy. It wasn't the case a few minutes ago when she was pacing around the dressing room.

"It's perfect, quit fidgeting," she said sighing.

The knock at the door caught her attention. "Who is it?" She asked without opening the door.

"It's John and we -"

"John, damn it, the groom isn't supposed to see the bride before the ceremony," Zoe shouted through the door.

"But, we really need to talk -" John said insistently, still through the closed door.

"Go away, John, it can wait," Zoe commanded. Hearing a sigh, she knew she had gotten through.

Something Borrowed, Something Blue

Another knock interrupted her thoughts once more. "What?" she demanded.

"Uh, it's John and -"

"Damn it John, what did I just tell you?" Zoe asked, barely able to hang on to her temper.

"I know, but I have the something borrowed and blue . . ." The door opened just slightly as Zoe saw a hand swing around the door with a long jeweler's box. "It's Grandma's bracelet, she said she would be honored if . . ."

Zoe quietly went to the door and gently took the box from his hand. Leaning her head against the door, she took his hand in hers and gently twined their fingers together. "Thank you John, that was very sweet."

His hand squeezed hers, "Everything seems to be going according to plan," he said reassuring her as best he could. She had been working on this wedding day in and day out for the last two months. He hadn't given her enough time to plan it, but she worked with what she was given.

"It's beautiful." She opened the box and stared at the simple diamond and sapphire tennis bracelet set in white gold. The bracelet was a lovely combination of blue and white light that created a breathtaking combination that seemed to draw the eye.

"It was a gift from her husband for their tenth wedding anniversary," he explained, his tone affectionate and gentle. "It worked for them, married for sixty some years."

Zoe smiled; it was a good start to their married life. The approval of the family was important and they were lucky that in the short time they had known each other; their respective families accepted them with no qualms. Wishes of love and happiness were all they could ask for.

"Is everything okay, Zoe?" John asked tentatively.

"Just pre-wedding jitters, every bride has them," Zoe explained.

To have and to hold from this day forward

"Are you alone out here John?" Zoe asked wanting to make sure no one over heard them. She looked around the dressing room and was relieved that she was alone too.

"For now," John replied.

"You're sure about this, John?" There were so many things they still didn't know about each other, there hadn't been enough time.

"Absolutely. Now, you're going to put on that lovely dress and I'm going to put on my tie. I'll see you in a few minutes, down at the church. Okay?"

Zoe squeezed his fingers to let him know she agreed. Have faith Zoe, she told herself.

For better or for worse; for richer, for poorer; in sickness and in health

The wedding day came so quickly, he still couldn't believe it was here. And John was anxious too, though no one could really tell, but he kept his face blank and his voice strong to ease her concerns until the door was shut and he walked to another dressing room to finished getting ready.

When Harold caught John staring at himself in the mirror with a tie in his hand, he wasn't quite sure what to make of it.

"Is everything okay, Mr. Reese?"

John pulled himself out of his stupor and turned to Harold.

"What?"

"I've been trying to determine if you need my assistance with anything. But you seem to be mesmerized by your image in the mirror," Harold replied, tongue in cheek.

"Just thinking, I'm sorry," John replied.

"Quite alright, you don't need to apologize," Harold said as he watched the former CIA op take the tie in his hand and put it around his neck and started the intricate twists and loops.

"I had heard there was a delay and I thought I would offer my help."

"Just pre-wedding jitters, so I'm told," John replied.

"Is that all it is?" Harold asked concerned.

"No. I'm not one hundred percent positive that she or I are sure."

"John, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Finch, I just feel like I pushed her into this," John replied and then turned to the mirror and adjusted his tie, while his mind drifted back to the conversation he had with her two months ago, that started this whole thing.

John had taken her shoulders, looked at her intently and said, "We don't always get a chance to grow old with the ones we love."

"But it's just too soon, we haven't had time to really get to know each other," she replied as she stepped back from his hands.

"You know what's important, the rest, will work itself out," he insisted.

Ever since she had met John, he was always there for her. He had saved her life and she always knew that he had her best interest at heart. So even though she had her misgivings, she nodded.

To love and to cherish; from this day forward, until death us do part.

Turning off the light, John departed the room and took a calming breath. He couldn't be late, the bride was waiting and she would kill him if he was even a minute late. Rounding the corner at the end of the hall, he opened a door and stepped into the vestibule that led to the church altar.

The entire church was embellished with calla lilies in ivory that matched the bride's dress perfectly. Zoe had chosen the flowers for just that purpose. He took his expected place next to the only other man at the altar, and felt his palms sweating. Why he was nervous he didn't know. This was the next logical step in their relationship and like he told her two months ago, they knew what was important; the rest would work itself out.

The little flower girl distributed fistfuls of flower petals on the carpet as Pachelbel's Canon in D could be heard in the background. The bride insisted on having the two year old be the flower girl even though everyone else had doubts as to her ability to make it down the aisle without tripping, crying or causing a scene. And she was doing a wonderful job; she had made it more than three quarters of the way down the aisle.

As the Canon continued, nervous glances were thrown around when the bride still hadn't made an appearance. John was hoping she hadn't changed her mind, but she was clearly taking her time. Quashing the urge to toss his hands up and loosen his tie and take off his jacket, he stood tall and proud, his eyes confidently at the back of the church expecting to see her with her arm looped around her father's.

One-Mississippi, Two-Mississippi; John started to feel sweat beading on his forehead.

Three-Mississippi, Four-Mississippi; he was nervous that the wedding march would start and she still wouldn't make an appearance.

Five-Mississippi, Six-Mississippi; there she was, thank God they wouldn't have to send all these people home with their presents.

The wedding guests stood and turned as the bride and her father walked down the aisle; a decidedly luminous smile adorning her face. John breathed a sigh of relief as his eyes locked with Zoe's and a rare and huge grin appeared on his face.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today . . . "

AN: What did you guys think? Loved it? Hated it? Want more? Oooops, did I forget to say this was a two chapter fic? I will probably post chapter 2 tomorrow or Sunday. It just needs a bit of tweaking.