Amanda was sitting in the Q bureau, resting her head against her fingers, frustrated. She was on the phone, frowning. Behind her, she heard a knock on the door. "It's open," she called to the door, but soon returned to the person on the phone. "So what do you mean you can't do the service on Saturday?" she asked. Behind her, Leatherneck entered the office carrying several file folders. "Shingles? What do you mean you have shingles? How could you possibly have shingles?" Amanda asked, completely exasperated. She groaned loudly as she gave her head a short shake and said, "Ok then. Thanks for calling."

Leatherneck stopped and leaned on Lee's desk as he watched Amanda place the receiver back in the phone cradle. "What's wrong, Mrs. King? For a woman getting married in a few days you're not looking too happy," he said with a sympathetic smile.

"Hi, Leatherneck. It's just… well… that was the Justice of the Peace that was supposed to do our ceremony. He just canceled because he's got shingles. So now I have less than two days to find someone to replace him," Amanda explained as she dropped her head into her hands, frustrated.

"No sweat, Mrs. King. I can help you out with that," Leatherneck replied with a solid nod.

Amanda looked up, the hint of a smile on her lips. "Aw, Leatherneck, that's a sweet gesture but I'm not sure-" she began, but he raised his hand to silence her.

"You don't understand, Mrs. King, I can really help you and Ace out with this. You see, when I was in the military, I was the military chaplain of my company. Now I know what you're thinking… what was a guy like me doing a job like that for? I grew up a nice Catholic schoolboy, altar-boy, the works. So when I joined the military right out of high school, it felt like the right decision. I wasn't really interested in being on the front lines with a rifle in my hands but this was the early seventies. Now that the draft was over, you either went on to college or you volunteered to go into the military. So I figured being a chaplain I was still able to help out, do what I could," Leatherneck explained as he crossed his feet and looked down at them.

Amanda rested her chin on her folded hands as she listened to Leatherneck. She sighed when he stopped to take a breath before he continued.

"I saw more action than I wanted to out there. But it wasn't my fight. I just tried to keep morale up, give the guys what they needed, when they needed it. Turns out I was pretty good at a few skills like lockpicking, fixing cars and even more, I had a sharp eye as long as I wasn't pointing a rifle at another person. I can hit a target like nobody's business… maybe even better than your Scarecrow, but a person… nah… that's not for me," he stated firmly.

"So how did you wind up here at the Agency?" Amanda asked, intrigued.

Leatherneck shifted his weight, turned and dropped the files on Lee's desk. He settled himself again, folded his arms and said, "By accident."

Amanda furrowed her brow and repeated, "By accident?"

"Yup, completely by accident. And I really mean, by accident. You see, as soon as I got my discharge papers I hit the first bar I could find to celebrate. I had a little too much celebrating I guess and well... I made a stupid decision to try to drive myself home. Except I had picked someone else's keys up off the bar and that car looked a lot like mine. I didn't even notice until I backed into the light pole in the parking lot," Leatherneck pursed his lips together tightly.

Amanda's eyes widened at his expression, "What'd you do?"

Leatherneck chuckled, "I panicked. What did you think I would do? I got out and this guy is standing there, staring at me, holding my keys out. I asked him what he was doing and he told me I just crashed his car. I denied it and said I could prove it. I told him my duffle was in the trunk and it was popped open from the accident anyway so I went around and lifted it up completely. Instead of my duffle, I was staring at an M16A1 selective fire military grade rifle complete with bolt assist and a thirty round magazine."

Amanda gasped, surprised but remained quiet.

"I immediately recognized the weapon and asked him a few questions about it, hoping to distract him. I guess it worked. I gave him my name and number, told him to bring his car over and I'd repair the damage. Two weeks later I was sitting downstairs, been here ever since," Leatherneck laughed loudly. "But to get back to your phone call… if you and Ace need someone to perform your ceremony, I'm your guy. Just let me know what you want to do for the vows and stuff and I'll take care of the rest. I'm still certified for some things, you know. Have you and Scarecrow gotten the Marriage License application yet?" he asked.

Amanda blinked several times, contemplating his question. They had talked to the Justice of the Peace and explained they were writing their own vows but wanted the rest of the ceremony to be as close as possible to their original. Now, if Leatherneck performed the ceremony they would have to obtain a license for him to sign. "Yes, we… the Justice of the Peace has it. We dropped it off to him the other day," she looked away as she lied.

"Well, it's just an application. You can pick up another one and fill it out, no problem. Was he filing it for you or were you going to drop it off yourselves?" Leatherneck asked as he stood.

"No, Lee was going to file it as soon as we got back from our honeymoon," Amanda breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe we can still pull this off, she thought.

Leatherneck pulled the door open and said, "Well, think about it. Talk to Scarecrow, let him know. Oh, and those files just need to be put in the vault. I'll talk to you later."

Amanda took a deep breath and exhaled as she heard the echoes of his boots down the hall. She took the files he had dropped on Lee's desk and quickly put them away in the vault before moving to the filing cabinet beside the small refrigerator in the office. She pulled out a large white envelope from the back of the bottom drawer and after closing the drawer, she moved to sit at Lee's desk. Carefully she opened the envelope and allowed the document to slide out. She heard a noise in the hall and hesitated, but when the footsteps passed the office door without stopping she lifted the paper and looked at it.

In her hands was their original marriage certificate from February. The Justice of the Peace had explained he would need to see it in order to complete their ceremony so Lee had brought it to the office several days before for safe keeping. Amanda bit her bottom lip as she scanned the document. She couldn't fight the smile as she read the words on the page, "Lee Stetson and Amanda Jean (West) King were united in marriage on February 13, 1987".

Amanda was startled from her quiet reverie when she heard the doorknob rattle again. She quickly shoved the certificate into the closest folder and jammed it into the bottom drawer of Lee's desk. She stood quickly when the door opened and Francine looked at her strangely. "Amanda, why are you still here? I thought you were supposed to be downstairs getting ready to battle Beaman?" Francine asked.

"I was just heading down there now. I had to make a phone call first. You're never going to believe this..." Amanda began as she headed toward the door.