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"BRIDESMAID"

There was something about weddings Gibbs didn't like. Was it the fact that you had to pledge yourself and your heart to the person? No, it was the simple fact that it cost a shit load of money, and in his case, didn't last. Divorce lawyers, more money down the drain. He should know, he's been married as many times as he could count on his wedding hand. He regretted all but his first. The marriage ended when both his wife and their daughter died in a car crash. Since then he has swung from marriage to marriage, all ending in the all too familiar way. In the court. Lawyers arguing over crap he didn't care about. He didn't care about much really; he had his job and his boats. And they meant the world to him.

DiNozzo "Gibbs slapped" McGee as he leant over the computer keyboard. "What was that for?" McGee asked, rubbing his head where DiNozzo's hand had impacted.

"'cause I felt like it" DiNozzo said with an air of importance. "And boss isn't here".

"You felt you should….." Ziva David, considering what to say. "Should replace Gibbs, yes?"

"Yes…?" DiNozzo said slowly.

The desk phone on Gibbs' desk came to like, ringing. Nobody moved. "I'll get it" DiNozzo said stepping over. McGee and Ziva pushed and shoved each other and DiNozzo as the crossed to Gibbs' desk. Just as McGee reached to pick up the phone, another hand reached it and picked it up.

"Yeah?" a familiar voice asked into the phone.

All three looked up and saw Gibbs' with the phone to his ear, holding his coffee and looking at them amused.