Warnings: Minor spoilers for the series. Total fluff/cheesy.

A/N: Posting this without really editing... so there might more mistakes than normal. But I'm super busy this week and wanted to get you something. Enjoy:)


Tim took a nervous gulp and stood. His fingers curled around the stem of the champagne flute and he looked down the head table towards Delilah. She grinned and gave him a little 'thumbs up'. He looked out at the guests… all three hundred of them… his captivated audience. Damn. That's a lot of people. It's okay… you got this Timothy… you're a writer… you're good with words.

He looked down at Tony, his partner's lips quirked into a grin, a bit weary because he wasn't sure what Tim was about say. Tim cleared his throat, "Tony first asked me to be his best man while I was suffering from the worst bought of seasickness I've ever had. Yes… I work for the Navy and I get seasick." He paused for a moment, looking at the laughing crowd. "But that's Tony for you… most of the time he just needs to get out what he has to say right then and there… especially if he's nervous."

"So here we are on this aircraft carrier and I'm as gray as the walls…" Tim continued with a chuckle, "And he blurts out will you be my best man? Need-less-to-say my first attempt at an answer wasn't so… pretty." He glanced at Tony, who shrugged his shoulders. Tim had ruined a decent pair of his shoes that day, puking all over them. "And instead of asking again or waiting for a better time, he says, 'I'll take that as a yes'."

Tim looked into his champagne, grinning slightly. "I never actually said 'yes', just… assumed the responsibility." He looked at Tony and Leah once more. "And I've been honored to share this day with you both. You're terrific friends to me and Delilah and I know that I speak for everyone here at this table… I wish you nothing but many happy, happy, years to come. Just remember…" he directed towards Leah, "if he gets out of line just smack him on the back of the head."

Tony threw him a fake, wounded look while Leah rubbed the back of his head and kissed his cheek. Tim laughed and raised his champagne glass to toast the newly wed couple. Clinking glasses and claps and cheers echoed in the room as Tim took his seat.

"Just smack him on the back of the head?" Tony repeated, gruffly. "Really?"

"Worked for Gibbs didn't it?" Tim said, laughing. He finished his champagne. "I was only joking. Leah would never hit you. She's too sweet to do that."

"Aw, thank you, Tim."

"You're welcome."

Tony continued frown at him, half serious and half in jest, even as his dinner plate was placed in front of him. It seemed to take forever to eat dinner because his fraternity brothers thought it would be funny to clang their forks against their glasses every two minutes or so where Tony would have to stop eating to kiss his bride. She didn't seem to mind, in fact she giggled every time. He supposed this was Greg's way of getting back at him and Steve for the broken glass incident at Greg's wedding a few years ago—when Tony and Steve had hit their glasses so hard that Tony's had shattered…right in front of the DJ. Of course... as he kissed Leah once again... there could be worse ways to get back at him.


Gibbs watched as everyone took their turn dancing with the lovely bride that night. Her father, her grandfather—Senior—Tim, Ducky, Palmer. It seemed that once the music started Leah had not sat down. Judging from her smile, Gibbs concluded that she was alright with that.

It had been the perfect night and a quick drink with Senior before hand where Gibbs casually mentioned that if the elder DiNozzo did anything to jeopardize the wedding that his forensic scientist did know how to kill someone without leaving evidence. Senior had been very well behaved. Cordial to the guests and civil towards his son. Gibbs knew that there were still issues that the two men had to deal with but… Tony's wedding was not the place or time.

Sipping his bourbon he felt his muscles relax. It had been a trying year for his team. Full of adjustments. Training a new agent was never easy but when everyone was dealing with their own emotions about how the other agent left… well it made it harder. Although, Tony had done a fairly decent job… treated Ellie like a little sister which she didn't seem to mind since she had a slew of older brothers. Jackson's loss was the hardest to swallow. Gibbs still thought about his dad often and the young kid he'd left the store too. "Dad, wish you could have been here to see Tony this happy," Gibbs mumbled to himself. "Think you would have enjoyed yourself."

One thing for sure was his team were enjoying themselves—and they deserved it. No one had worked harder or suffered more than his team. He finished his bourbon and decided to have another. What was the harm? Senior was putting the entire team up in the house and Gibbs didn't need to be anywhere the next day. The men were all going golfing before Tony and Leah left on their honeymoon but Gibbs wasn't a golfer. He'd probably take a walk on the beach instead.

Towards the end of the night Gibbs weaved his way through the swaying couples on the dance floor and found his intended target. He tapped his SFA on the shoulder. Tony glanced over his shoulder to see his boss standing there. "Oh, hey boss."

"Mind if I cut in?" Gibbs asked with a smile.

"Boss if you had wanted to dance with me all you had to do was ask!"

"DiNozzo…"

Tony grinned and let Gibbs take over dancing with Leah. He kissed his wife's hand before dashing through the crowd to get another drink for himself. Leah smiled at Gibbs. "I was wondering when you were going to ask me to dance."

Gibbs chuckled. "There was a long line. Guess everyone wants to dance with the beautiful bride tonight."

"I guess."

"Can you blame them?"

"Not really."

He smiled at her. She was rather stunning that night. Tony always did have good taste when it came to looks just not necessarily when it came to personality. Gibbs had long ago decided that Leah was both. And she was just what his second in command needed. "I know that I probably don't have to tell you this—but you have a good man in Tony, Leah. He might have hid behind a playboy persona but he really is a hopeless romantic at heart. And he is going to devote his entire life to you—to make you happy."

She grinned. "Yes… Tim said something about Tony's my loyal St. Bernard now. I hope you don't mind, Gibbs?"

"No. I don't mind. Tony can't be my loyal St. Bernard forever like he can be for you."

"Wouldn't you rather have him as your surrogate son though?"

It was true. Having Tony as his surrogate son was far more rewarding than his loyal St. Bernard at work. Of course, that loyal St. Bernard had warped into the son he had now. Gibbs kissed her cheek, sweetly. "Tony is lucky to have found you, Leah, I know I've said it before—but it's true. I don't know where he would be if he hadn't."

Leah let a small smile grace her features. "Well… we have you to thank. You told him to pick a new coffee shop. And if I hadn't been running late that day… I guess we were just written in the stars, huh?"

Gibbs laughed and nodded. Abby always talked about fate. It really wasn't something that he believed in but when you heard Tony and Leah's story… well… it made it impossible not to believe in it.

"Ah, Agent Gibbs, do you mind if I borrow my daughter for a moment, "John appeared, grinning. "Grammy is turning in for the night and wants to give you a kiss."

"You've raised a hell of a girl here, Judge," Gibbs said, pulling back and giving Leah's hand a squeeze. "You should be proud of her."

John slipped his arm around Leah's waist and just smiled, proudly as he walked her through the crowd to where her grandmother was sitting. Gibbs moved in the opposite direction and met up with Tony who had two drinks in his hand.

Tony looked confused. "Boss? What did you do with my wife?"

"She went to say good-night to her grandmother. Is one of those for me?"

"Of course."

Gibbs took the offering of bourbon and clinked his glass with the SFA. He smiled, playfully at Tony. "So… how does it feel to be married, Casanova?"

Tony grinned. "Ask me that tomorrow when I'm not buzzed and I'm hung over. But so far… it feels great!"

"Probably still be buzzed tomorrow, Tony."

"Nah… haven't had that much to drink."

"Wasn't talking about alcohol…

Tony grinned and wagged his eyebrows. "Oh… you mean the afterglow."

Gibbs rolled his eyes and laughed. "Yeah… didn't think you of all people would forget about the wedding night, Tony."

He shrugged his shoulders and sipped his own drink. "Didn't forget, boss. Just trying not to think about it too much. Not yet anyways because right now just looking at her makes me, um… well you know," he said with a chuckle.

"I was married four times. I know."

"No offense, Gibbs, but I hope that this is my only wedding night."

"Me too, Tony."

Tony cocked an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Gibbs laughed and slapped him on the shoulder. "Yeah… otherwise everything that I told your wife about being the best thing that happened to you, how lucky you were to find her… would all be a lie." He mock glared at the SFA. "Do not go making me a liar, DiNozzo."