"Yes, Jack. I'd be proud to become your wife tommorrow."

By the time the blissful couple finished a series of phone calls to perspective guests, it was well after midnight. Given the amount of drink, passion, and travel the day before, it was no surprise to either of them that the over slept the next morning.

After they each finsihed a hurried cup of coffee, the couple made their way to city hall to handle the paperwork necessary for the day's festivities to take place. After that, they split up.

Malinowski went to the train station, arriving just in time to meet her niece and future step daughter for a morning of shopping for proper wedding attire. McCoy met his sister at the airport, along with his best friend from college, who had agreed to fly in from London to act as McCoy's best man.

The man with the thinning grey hair and tan tweed jacket offered his arm to the slender woman next to McCoy as the three moved from the baggage claim area to a waiting taxi.

"So you're really going to go for a third strike," Collins said after the cab pulled into the late morning traffic."I guess you never did rid yourself of that masochistic tendency of yours, Jack. First, you stay in the DA's office about two decades longer than any sane attorney. Then, you go and take a job that takes you out of the one place your more at home with than the bedroom, sorry Colleen."

The woman between the two friends waved a dismisive at Collins and cocked her head her towards her brother.

"I'm well aware of my brother's talents where the ladies are concerned," Colleen McConnell remarked, with a smirk reminisant of her brother's. "You forget, I was around when Jack perfecting his line on the likes of the Shelia Kowalski's of our neighborhood."

McCoy flushed slightly at the mention of his high school sweetheart, as his sister nugged him with an elbow while she and Collins chuckled.

"Come on Sis, I was hardly playing the field. You know I spent 3/4's of my time following Shelia around like a lost puppy until-,"McCoy said self consiously before he paused as he thought of the violent confrontation he'd had with his father over the bright, funny, beautiful girl who lived five doors down from the McCoy house.

The girl his father had only seen as Polock trash.

Collins and Colleen exchanged knowing glances while a sober silence fell over the threesome.

"One woman man were you," Collins said in an attempt to lighten the mood. "That was always the problem, McCoy. You always had a knack for attracting the fair sex. The problem is, instead of enjoying your good fortune, you keep going for this mongamy/happy ending nonsense."

"As opposed to what? I think I'm getting a little old for orgies and one night stands," McCoy said with a chuckle.

"True,"Collins conceded he cocked an eye at McCoy greying locks."I thought after that second disaster with what's her name?Denny? That you'd-"

"Her name is Denise," McCoy replied with a smirk," and Brooke is nothing like Denise."

"Colleen – you met both former Mrs. McCoy's – what's your take on the new model?"

Colleen shot her brother a knowing look, before turning to Collins, feigning indignation.

"All I know is her name is Brooke and she's an assistant district attorney that is old enough to actually be Becky's mother. I only know that, because my niece had the good manners to call and tell me she was going to have a new stepmother. Which is amazing, since one the two people that taught her about manners, as yet to demonstrate that he himself has any."

"I wrote and told you what's been going on the last few months," McCoy said defensively. "I mentioned I was seeing someone-"

"Seeing isn't the same thing as marrying," Collins added, giving Colleen an amused wink. "So when do we get to meet this mystery bride? Certainly before you take another walk down a road that's been paved with good intentions twice before."

"Brooke is anxious to meet both of you as well, "McCoy said reassuringly. "Right now, she's looking for a dress for the ceremony with her niece and Becky. If Colleen has no objections, we're going to drop her off to meet Brooke and the girls for lunch. As for you Jeff, she'd like you to meet her at 3:00 in the hotel bar before the ceremony at five, while I spend some time with the girls and my sister."

Collins nodded approvingly as the taxi pulled in front of a green canopy reading: Le Grande Café.

"You do realize if she doesn't meet my approval you'll have to call the whole thing off," Collins countered as he moved to open the door.

"I have no doubt that by the time we're ready to walk down the aisle,both of you will be almost as anxious to see us walk down the aisle together as I am," McCoy said before kissing his sister goodbye.