AUTHOR'S NOTES: So I've had this chapter idea in my head ever since I started this story series, believe it or not. Just one of those random ideas that needed the right time and place to work.

For in depth details on the TV show 'Las Vegas' has plenty of information.

Now, I know I said last chapter that Death and Crowley would be popping up, but they couldn't make it and they dent their sincerest regrets.

I also have to apologize because this chapter is full of cheesy, cutesy, sweet family fluff. It is the most light-hearted, fun chapter I have written and serves only one purpose—to give everyone a couple happy moments.

That being said, please enjoy, and don't forget to leave a review on the way out. (I still have Crowley and his hellhounds on speed-dial.)


What Happens In Vegas… Ends Up On YouTube

('Las Vegas' crossover chapter)


The neon lights of Las Vegas, Nevada lit up the streets as Sam drove towards the Montecito Hotel and Casino. In the passenger seat of the Impala, Dean slept, his head resting against the cool glass of the window. In the backseat, Fiona and Ziva slept as well, not even stirring when Sam pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car.

A week and a half earlier, Dean had been turned into a vampire by none other than Stephanie Meyer herself and had only survived due to a cure that Sam and Dean's grandfather had possessed.

After dealing with the nest of vampires preying on teenage girls, Sam, Dean, and Fiona had headed back to Washington DC so that Dean could rest up from being shot twice by Ziva. But thankfully, Dean was healing up just fine and once Ziva had assured him that she still wanted to get married, the four had headed to Las Vegas for a much deserved vacation.

x

In the lobby of the hotel, Sam looked around, not sure of who to talk to. Fiona had called last week to make the arrangements, but she hadn't given him a name of someone to talk to if she hadn't been available.

"Hi," said a petite woman with black hair and dazzling brown eyes. She was hot and she knew it, every move showing off her incredible figure. "I'm Samantha Marquez-Manning." She gave Sam a seductive smile as she held out her hand. "You can call me Sam."

Sam smiled back and shook the woman's hand as he replied, "Sam Winchester."

"Nice to meet you, Sam," Samantha replied back. "I'm a casino host here at the Montecito. If there's anything I can do for you… don't hesitate to ask."

Sam nodded and after a moment of mentally undressing the woman standing before him, he said, "Uh, a friend of mine called in a reservation last week."

"This friend have a name?" Samantha asked, raising an eyebrow in the unspoken query as to whether the friend was male or female.

"Fiona Brendon," Sam told her, casually. "She said she knows the guy who runs the place."

"That would be Danny McCoy," the casino host clarified. "The Montecito's President of Operations. From what I hear, Danny served with Fiona in the Marines about 15 years ago."

Sam frowned at the woman and raised an eyebrow as he asked, "How'd you know about that?"

Samantha's smile shifted from seductive to sly as she replied, "It's my business to know everything about the whales—that's the term for clients who are loaded, by the way. I know a lot about Fiona. And you and your brother."

Sam crossed his arms and studied Samantha Marquez-Manning. He wondered just what kinds of intel she had on the hunters and finally said, "Like what?"

Samantha's smile never wavered as she said, "Your dad was best friends with Fiona's in the Marines. You and Dean have known Fiona all your lives and the longest you went without seeing each other was when Fiona was in the Marines and you were at Stanford studying pre-law." Looking around the lobby, she asked, "So where are Dean and Fiona?"

Sam opened his mouth to reply that they were out sleeping in the car when he caught sight of his brother and the two ladies coming towards him. Dean was still moving a little on the slow side and seemed to be a little put off by the fact that Ziva was carrying the dufflebag the brothers used while Fiona had her own bag on her lap. Without saying a word, he just nodded in their direction and when Samantha turned, he took the opportunity to get a good look at her ass.

Something that, unfortunately, was not missed by Fiona who smiled warmly as she shook Samantha's hand. "So Dean, Sam, Ziva, and I are here for a double wedding and honeymoon," Fiona explained as they followed Samantha to the check-in desk.

"Great," Samantha said, brightly. "We love weddings here at the Montecito. Do you need any help planning everything or was this just a spur of the moment thing?"

"Spur of the moment," Fiona confirmed, shooting a glare at Sam who seemed not to notice.

As long as Samantha had been a casino host, it still sometimes amazed her how jealous couples could be. But in the case of Sam Winchester and Fiona Brendon, it seemed to be a bit more than that. The two certainly seemed like an engaged couple but there was an odd tension between them. On the other hand, Dean Winchester and Ziva David had less of the tension but there was still something odd with them. After a moment, Samantha made a mental note to ask Mick Cannon—the head of Montecito surveillance and security—to try and find a bit more background on the couple.

But Samantha pushed her thoughts aside for a moment and watched the four check in. After a moment, she called Danny to let him know that his old friend had arrived.

x

In the office of the President of Operations, Danny kept his eyes fixed on the paperwork he'd actually finished reading almost 10 minutes ago. Across from him, leaning against the desk with only her eyes and the top of her head visible over the edge, was his 5-year-old daughter, Nikki.

It was a game father and daughter liked to play. Danny would pretend to be working while Nikki watched and eventually the little girl would say something.

"Aunt Sam told me to tell you your friend's here," Nikki said, raising her head and going on her tip-toes so she could rest her arms on the top of the desk.

"Fiona?" Danny asked, looking up.

Nikki nodded. "Yeah. Aunt Sam said she seems nice."

Danny smiled as he remembered the last time he'd seen Fiona during his last deployment in the Marines. "She's real nice," he assured his daughter. Standing up from his desk, he said, "Hey, why don't you go hang out with Uncle Mikey for a little bit while I go see Fiona?" When Nikki ran off, Danny found him thinking yet again how blessed he was to have such a cool kid for a daughter.

x

As he looked around the suite he and Ziva were staying in, Dean slowly pulled his jacket off, trying not to wince as the healing wound in his side twinged a bit. After a moment, he lay down on the bed on his back, still fully dressed, and closed his eyes, just intending to snooze for a moment. But that idea was screwed to Hell when his cell phone rang. Groaning as he dug the phone out and answered it, he growled, "Yeah, what?"

"Don't you growl at me," Ellen's voice chastised. "Why didn't you tell me you and Ziva were getting married in Vegas?"

Dean sat up, ignoring the throbbing in his side and frowned as he asked, "How'd you find out about that?"

"Celeste," Ellen replied, her tone clearly indicating that Dean wasn't off the hook yet. "So why didn't you tell me?"

Dean sighed and rubbed his face with one hand. "Because I didn't plan on it. I just thought we were here for some downtime. But it looks like Ziva and I are getting married here, so…"

"Jo, Bobby, and I will be on a flight in the morning," Ellen assured Dean. After a brief pause, she added, "I'll call Gibbs and let him know."

"Thanks, Ellen," Dean replied, sincerely. When he hung up the phone, he heard the bathroom door open and he thought his heart was about to stop when he saw Ziva standing there wearing nothing but one of his flannel shirts. "Uh…" Dean's heart started to race as Ziva slowly walked towards the bed, slowly unbuttoning the shirt and finally letting it fall to the floor as she joined Dean in bed.

xxxxxx

Down in the main casino floor, Fiona had left Sam at one of the poker tables while she went to the bar and ordered a double bourbon, neat. It was true that she and Sam were here to get married. A few days ago, Death had stopped by explaining that there was a way to get Sam's soul back in his body and it involved Sam and Fiona tying the not. Specifically, 'the joining of two souls in a holy union'. But things were complicated now and as much as Fi missed being with Sam, she couldn't stop thinking about how different he'd been without his soul.

"I hate to see a beautiful woman drinking alone."

Fi smiled as she looked up to see Danny McCoy standing in front of her wearing a big grin. "And I hate good-looking guys staring down at me," she said, gesturing to the other chair. "Sit down so I don't feel like a midget."

Danny hesitated a moment, confused by her statement and it was another second or two before he noticed that Fiona was in a wheelchair. He quickly sat down as he asked, "What happened?"

"The job," Fiona replied, shrugging. She remembered only too well when Danny had stumbled upon what was really out there.

It had been a bit over 8 years ago during Danny's last official deployment and he had come across a werewolf one night on a patrol. After dispatching the creature, Fiona had decided to tell Danny about the paranormal world.

Danny flagged one of the waitresses and ordered a scotch on the rocks before he said, "So what was it exactly?"

"A demon," Fiona replied, simply as she downed half of her drink in one gulp. When she finished her bourbon, she elaborated. "I was possessed and the demon was forcing me to hurt Sam and Dean." The cliff-notes version seemed to be the better way to go as Fi didn't feel like going into the whole angels and Hell issue. "I have this knife that kills demons and I stabbed myself to kill it. The knife blade hit my spine and I ended up paralyzed."

"God, that… that sucks," Danny said, gulping down his own drink before flagging down their waitress and ordering another round. "So how long ago did it happen?"

Fiona waited until the drinks came before she replied, "About two years ago. I, uh, was starting to get better, you know? I was walking and getting around on my own again and then…"

Danny paused with his glass halfway to his lips as he said, "And then?"

Fiona's smile was half amusement and half embarrassment. "Two words—bar fight."

Danny looked like he wanted to laugh, but he refrained. "Ohhhh… Man, what happened?"

Fiona finally laughed as she spun the tale, making a mental note to fill Sam and Dean in on the revised details. "The Winchesters and I were out with Dean's fiancée, Ziva. There were a couple college girls hitting on the guys and Ziva and I started the fight. It was going fine until I got hit in the back by someone's chair."

But Danny seemed amused by the situation, even though he tried not to show it. "You started a bar fight while recovering from being paralyzed?" he repeated, astonished.

"In retrospect, not one of my more brilliant moves," Fi admitted, sipping her drink. "But what have you been up to lately? How's being a father working out?"

The Montecito president beamed as he pulled his wallet out and removed several pictures of his daughter.

xxxxx

When Dean found his brother at one of the blackjack tables, he pulled out the money Fiona had loaned him earlier that day for playing in the casino and bought his chips without even a glance at Sam.

After the two brothers played a couple hands with Dean coming out on top, he finally flicked his gaze to Sam as he said, "I'm sorry, Sammy."

"For what?" Sam asked, not quite sure what his brother was apologizing for.

Dean weighed his next words carefully and finally said, "Look, I haven't really been happy about you being back because I saw what you coming back was doing to Fi. And now the two of you are finally tying the knot and I didn't even say congratulations. So… I'm sorry. And I'm happy for you, Sammy."

Sam was quiet for a moment before he finally turned to his brother and said, "Thanks. I appreciate that, Dean."

Dean just nodded as the dealer gave him his cards.


The next morning found Ziva and Fiona at a bridal store further down the Vegas strip looking at dresses while Dean and Sam went to a nearby jewelry store to shop for wedding bands.

As he walked in the store, Sam hesitated just a moment as old memories started coming to the surface of his mind.


7 Years Ago

It had started with a casual meeting at a party at Stanford.

Before Sam Winchester knew what had hit him, he found himself in love with Jessica Moore. At first, though, he'd been reluctant to start anything since he always seemed to have Fiona on his mind. But the truth was that Fi and Jess were very different people.

Jessica had been pre-med and had wanted to help people by eventually opening her own free clinic in the city. She was kind, warm, and loving. While Jess had no talent for cooking, despite repeated efforts, she had the magic touch when it came to baked goods. Cookies, cakes, and even pies that would have made Dean swoon.

Fiona had been fighting with her father before she turned 18 and during her birthday party at Bobby's house, she'd announced that she was joining the Marines. To Sam, Fiona had been his first real love and as much a hero and role model as Dean.

But Fiona was far away now and while Sam would always love her, he had a new future that was built around Jess.

And so, one afternoon while Jess was in class, Sam had gone to the city and after hours of looking, he finally found the perfect engagement ring. True, it had cost him just about every last dollar he'd been saving up, but it would be worth it to see the look on Jessica's face when he asked her to marry him.


Present Day

One of the hardest things about being in a wheelchair, Fiona had discovered, was figuring out clothes. Shirts generally weren't a problem, but pants were trickier. Even more so was the issue of shoes. Fi had learned over the past two years that slip-on shoes and zip-up boots were easier to get on and off.

But this didn't make trying on wedding dresses any easier. In fact, it made looking for a dress almost impossible.

When the ladies got back to the Montecito after an afternoon of trying on about 7 different dresses, they were surprised to find Samantha and Danny waiting by the hotel's event center with a woman in her 40's.

"What's all this?" Fiona asked, curiously.

Samantha grinned as she indicated the mystery woman. "Well, I talked to Danny last night and this morning I called my friend Vicki Wilkinson." She indicated the other woman. "Vicki has the most amazing eye for wedding dresses."

Vicki looked Fiona and Ziva over for a few minutes and then nodded definitively. "Not white," she commented. "Neither of you are white wedding dress girls. White is for purity… innocence. The two of you are strong, confident women and therefore you need something daring."

"So… what do you suggest?" Samantha asked, also curious.

Vicki eyed Ziva and Fiona once again and then said, "Follow me."

The four ladies—Vicki, Samantha, Fiona, and Ziva—went up to one of the penthouse suites which was filled with various wedding dressed of all sizes and colors.

Vicki went to a bag sitting on the bed and after setting up some equipment, she did full visual scans of both brides-to-be. After inputting the data into her laptop computer, she spent almost two hours studying the information and various dress features.

"So what do you think?" Samantha asked again, wondering what the results would be.

Vicki brought up two images on a split-screen and turned the laptop so Fi and Ziva could see.

To Ziva's surprise, her dress was simple. Sleeveless yet off the shoulder and made of a pale blue sheer fabric, the dress fit her curves perfectly but didn't highlight them. In the picture, her hair was pulled up in an on-the-side ponytail, falling down over her left collarbone, the tip of the ponytail ending just above her left breast. "It's beautiful," Ziva said, quietly.

Fiona nodded her agreement, even as she looked at her own dress. The color was unconventional—a very pale green that looked like iced celery—and it was low cut, hugging her bust tightly while the waist was just a hair looser. The skirt was a simple sheath design with a slit up one side going up to her thigh. Fi stared for a moment. It was hard to believe that she actually looked like a bride in the picture, but also that she looked seriously sexy. After a moment, she asked, "How soon can you have the dresses ready?"

"You think I didn't come prepared?" Vicki asked, going to two dress bags and handing them to their respective owners. "This is what I do." She waited while Ziva and Fiona tried on the dresses and studied their reflections in the full length mirror. Looking at Ziva, Vicki smiled. "You're beautiful without any effort at all. Simplicity will allow your husband to see you as you are while allowing his imagination to picture what you look like without the dress."

"He already knows what I look like without the dress," Ziva assured the other woman, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks.

But Vicki continued to smile as she said, "A man may see his woman naked a hundred times but he only gets to see her take off her wedding dress once." Looking to Fiona, she noticed that the hunter seemed ever so slightly uncomfortable in her own dress. "Women in wheelchairs are allowed to look sexy," Vicki reminded Fi. "You need to remind your fiancé that you are still a vibrant woman."

Fiona nodded and she looked at Vicki as she asked, "How much do we owe you for the dresses?"

Vicki started to reply but Samantha cut in quickly. "It's on me," she assured Fiona. "Call it a wedding present."


Ellen, Jo, Bobby, and the NCIS team—including Ducky—arrived late that evening and Tony wasted no time in whisking the Winchesters, Bobby, and McGee away for a bachelor's party.

Jo and Abby decided to hit the Montecito club—Mystique—while Ellen, Ziva, Fiona, Ducky, and Gibbs opted for a quiet dinner in the hotel restaurant.

"You two nervous?" Gibbs asked as he sipped his glass of bourbon and looked from Ziva to Fiona.

"A little," Ziva admitted, as she sipped her glass of champagne. "I honestly never really saw myself getting married." Setting her glass down, she smiled. "Still… I am also excited. I have not been this happy in a long time."

Ducky sipped his scotch before nodding, thoughtfully. "Yes, I had noticed that you seem rather chipper." Putting a hand on Ziva's, he smiled and said, sincerely, "I'm happy for you, my dear."

"Thank you, Ducky," Ziva replied, toasting the NCIS medical examiner.

"I just have to say," Gibbs said, looking at Fiona, his eyes filled with love and pride. "If James were here, he'd be proud of you."

Fiona felt the tears well up in her eyes and she gave her godfather a nod as she said, "I wish he could be here to see me getting married." She sniffed a bit and added, "Dad was always worried about me. Because I was a hunter and a girl… But I like to think that he's watching out for me somehow."

"So when's the big day?" Ellen asked as she finished off her beer just as the waiter brought their dinners.

"This Saturday," Ziva replied, digging into her veal chops. "Fiona and I have our dresses and Sam and Dean took care of the rings."

"Danny promised he'd take care of everything else," Fiona added. "Reception, ceremony… the works." She fell silent for a moment and looked from Gibbs to Ducky. "But if you guys don't mind… do you think you could give Ziva and me away?"

Gibbs said nothing but he smiled warmly at his goddaughter and nodded in confirmation.

Ducky gave Ziva's hand a gentle squeeze and replied, "It would be my honor, Miss David."


Late that night, Gibbs/God summoned Celeste who looked—as usual lately—like she'd come out worst in a fight. He gently touched her cheek and healed the angel's injuries as he said, "You can't let Raphael keep doing this to you."

Celeste ran a hand through her hair and shrugged. "I have my reasons, Father. Believe me, when the time comes… Raphael will get what's coming to him."

God studied his favorite daughter with a touch of surprise. "I never figured you for the vengeance type," he said, quietly. When Celeste didn't say anything, God said, "I need you to go get two people from Heaven for me."

"Who?" Celeste asked, frowning slightly.

But God just smiled to himself as he thought of the surprise he had in store for the Winchesters and Fiona Brendon.


Saturday arrived and bowing to tradition, Sam and Dean had shared one hotel room while Ziva and Fiona shared the other for the night.

The morning of the double wedding, Dean had been startled awake by the sounds of footsteps in the room. But he wasn't prepared for who he saw standing in the room. "Dad?" Dean said, not sure if he believed his own eyes.

Sam came out of the bathroom when he heard his brother's voice and he, too, looked surprised as Hell to see John Winchester standing in the room.

John saw Sam tense and scan the room for an available weapon and he took a step back, hands up. "It's really me, boys. I promise." When Sam and Dean still looked skeptical, John smiled. He'd taught his sons to be suspicious and not to instantly trust their own eyes. So why was he surprised when they were practicing what he'd taught them? "Celeste brought me down. Just for today, you know? So I could see you two get married to Ziva and Fiona."

Dean was out of bed by now and took a few steps towards his father. "Dad?"

"Yeah," John replied with a nod. "Yeah, it's me."

Dean went up to his dad and before he could even think, he hugged the man, fighting the tears that threatened to escape him. After a while, Dean asked, "So h-how did you…?"

"Celeste brought me back," John explained. "James, too."

"Fiona's dad?" Sam said, sounding a bit surprised at that.

John smiled as he nodded. "Think of it as a wedding present from Heaven."

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The Montecito chapel was bright and cheery as Ellen, Jo, Bobby, John, James, Abby, Tony, and Tim took their seats. At the front, the priest stood with Dean and Sam who stood in tuxes, waiting for their respective brides.

In the very back row, Celeste, Gabriel, Castiel, and Balthazar sat watching the others while Danny McCoy, Samantha Marquez-Manning, and Danny's wife, Delinda, stood along the back wall.

As John Winchester watched his sons, he couldn't believe how much they had grown. He still remembered when Dean was just a happy 4-year-old wanting to be exactly like his daddy. And Sam… John felt guilt stab at him as he thought of all the ways he mishandled the way he raised Sam. Hell, both Sam and Dean. Those boys should have grown up happy, not being dragged all over the country by him.

Next to John, James Brendon tried not to think of all the way he'd screwed up over the years. Never mind that he got killed by a demon using a little girl as a meat suit. No, today was about Fiona and James wished he hadn't left things with his daughter the way he did all those years ago. Because maybe if he'd done things differently, Jethro would be sitting where he sat and James would be walking his daughter down the aisle.

After a moment, the music started playing—'Bless the Broken Road' by Rascal Flatts—as the main doors opened and Fiona and Ziva came down the aisle accompanied by Dr. Donald 'Ducky' Mallard and Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

After joining their respective Winchesters, Ziva and Fiona waited for the priest to begin the ceremony.

"Ladies and gentlemen, friends and family," the priest began, warmly. "We are gathered here today to join Fiona Brendon and Sam Winchester as well as Ziva David and Dean Winchester in holy matrimony." With that, the priest nodded to the couples, indicating that they should recite their vows.

As Sam held Fiona's hands in his, he felt something odd. It was some powerful essence that seemed to flow from Fi and settle somewhere deep inside him. As he looked into her eyes, Sam felt the words coming to him. "Fiona, I've loved you ever since I was a kid. You were always this… this superhero princess to me." Sam blushed as he felt his brother giving him a bewildered look. "I know now that that's not the truth and I know that you and I are both monumentally screwed up because of everything we've been through… But I also know that the only time in my life that things seem right in when I'm with you. And I now that we're together, I never want to let you go again."

Fiona looked up at Sam and she was surprised when what she saw in his eyes was the love and affection she'd last seen right before Sam had jumped into the Pit. After a moment, she said, "There have been so many times that I wonder if this whole crazy, stupid, crappy life is worth it. But every time I'm with you… you somehow get me to believe that it's not all bad. I've tried living my life without you, Sam. And it sucks. I never want to be without you again."

For a few moments, Dean couldn't say anything as he found himself lost in Ziva's eyes. Those beautiful, brown eyes that had been the only thing to keep him sane the past two years. Eventually, Dean found his voice. "You know, for the past—I don't even know how many years—there's been this… this empty hole inside me. I kept trying to fill it, but it was still there. Until I met you. Ziva, before I met you I was so broken, you can't even imagine… And for almost two years you've been one of the few things that keeps me from drowning in alcohol and my own despair. I don't know if I could have made it without you… but I never want to find out."

Ziva David had never been very comfortable expressing her feelings. It just seemed like whenever she tried, she could never articulate precisely what she meant to say. But today, she wanted Dean to know just how she felt about him. "It has been a long time since I have had something that is just mine. Something that I found all on my own. With you, Dean, I don't have to try and be the proper NCIS agent or the Mossad officer… I can just be myself… whatever that happens to be at the moment. You…" Ziva's voice caught a bit and as she let herself get lost in Dean's hazel eyes, she took a breath and went on. "I have always wanted something permanent. Something that I can hold onto… something I can depend on. Aside from Gibbs, you have been one of the few constants in my life. I love you, Dean. It has taken me a long time to really accept that. To realize that you are a good man."

As Gibbs watched the two couple exchange rings, he had a sudden mental image of three other weddings—his own to Shannon, John's wedding as he and Mary said 'I do', and James' shotgun wedding to Chase. Gibbs smiled as Ziva and Dean kissed and Sam swept Fiona up in his arms, actually spinning her around once before kissing her, Fi's arms wrapped around her husband's neck.

xxxxx

There was a small reception set up in the Montecito's rooftop restaurant along with a wedding cake which was made to look exactly like the Impala.

"I had a pastry chef friend of mine design the cake," Delinda McCoy piped up as she saw Dean admiring the cake. "What do you think?"

"It's awesome," Dean replied, smiling. He almost hated to cut into it, but he finally cut into the rear of the car as Fiona, Sam, and Ziva gathered around for the first official wedding picture.

While Dean and Ziva shared their first dance as a married couple, Fiona borrowed Abby's camera for a moment and wheeled over to where Gibbs was standing with James and John. "Hey," Fi said, making the three men look up. "How about a picture?"

Gibbs smiled and after a moment, John and James grinned as well. After Fiona took the picture, James took the camera and handed it to John before silently leading his daughter to a quiet corner table.

James sat down so he could look her straight on in the eyes and when Fiona looked like she was going to ask what was going on, he said, "I am so proud of you, Fiona." James took his daughter's hands in his and added, "And I am so sorry I never told you all those years ago. When you told me you were joining the Marines, I was so scared. Monsters, demons… that's a whole different pile of crap than humans who want to kill you. But you never faltered and no matter how tough or bad it got, you didn't give up. You kept going back. So I'm proud of you. And I wish I'd said that instead of fighting with you for so long."

Fiona couldn't say anything but finally, she and her father leaned towards one another and embraced in a warm hug.

x

As he watched James and Fiona, John thought of everything that had happened over the past 28 years and even more so of everything that had happened the past three years. Looking at Gibbs, he said, "Thanks, Jethro. For keeping an eye on everyone."

Gibbs smiled and as he thought about the being that was using him as a vessel, he said, "They're in good hands, John."

"I know that," John replied, nodding. After a moment, he gave his old friend a knowing nod, saying that he knew more than Gibbs was saying out loud.

x

After a while, Sam, Dean, Fiona, and Ziva called everyone over to the main table and Dean picked up his champagne flute and said, "Uh, thank you all for being here today. Not just from me, but from Fi, Ziva, and Sammy as well. It, uh… It means a lot to us, so… thanks."

Sam laughed at his brother's expression but still toasted along with everyone else before he raised his own glass and said, "Like Dean said, thank you all for being here. I couldn't imagine being happier than I am right now."

Tony went next and Ziva felt just the slighted twinge of worry at what he might say. "For the longest time I was jealous of Dean for being with Ziva. I'd ask her—and myself—what Dean Winchester had that I didn't." Tony looked at the group and finally settled his gaze on Dean and Ziva. "But now I understand that it's more what they both have. They have a chemistry and a connection that's more than I could ever dream of having with someone." Tony raised his glass and said, "To Dean and Ziva."

After Ducky gave his own toast, Fiona looked at her family and friends and her eyes settled on Gibbs. "If it weren't for Leroy Jethro Gibbs, none of us would be here together. My dad would never have been friends with John Winchester and I might never have met Sam and Dean might never have met Ziva."

"And without Gibbs I would not be here at all," Ziva pointed out. "He has saved my butt on more occasions than I can count."

As the toasts and party continued, Gibbs was slightly distracted by God's warm laughter. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Gibbs said to himself.

God chuckled again as he said, "You have no idea."