I'm a day late again. I need to remind myself to update every other day. Or maybe I'll start updating daily. Nah, I'll only forget anyway.
If I had reviews to reply to I would be more inclined to remember to update. Then again, I don't even know if anybody is even still reading this.
Ah whatever... It's only going to collect computer dust if I don't post it.
Chapter Nine
The 24th of December came upon the NCIS team faster than they had realised. Ziva had been dragged out of her house on the previous night as well as Lissy, by Abby. She had abandoned Tim at their house while the girls were going to Abby's house for the night. Ziva was woken the next day by Abby wearing a very large grin. She practically pulled Ziva out of her bed while she was still sleeping, the moment Ziva's eyes appeared to open Abby grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her out of the bed. She dragged her to the bathroom and pushed her inside.
"Get a shower, I'll go wake Lissy and make breakfast!" She yelled while Ziva stumbled around the bathroom. It was pitch-black after Abby shut the door after Ziva. Ziva eventually found the light and flicked it on. She checked the clock on the wall and it said 7.30. Ziva groaned and locked the door before switching the shower on; she undressed and stepped under the hot spray.
Abby however had continued down the hallway in to the third bedroom of their house, it was opposite from the Master bedroom and the McGee's already had plans to turn this room in to the baby nursery. Abby pulled the covers off of the bed where Lissy was sleeping. She had already gotten instructions from Darren as how to wake the teenager. Abby poked the girl who tried to bat her hand away. Abby picked up the glass of water on the bed side table and dropped a bit on to Lissy's head. The girl rolled out of bed and stood up.
"I'm up already, enough with the water in my ear." She said with her eyes still closed.
"Today's the day Alyssa David! Your aunt is about to become Mrs Anthony DiNozzo!" Lissy smiled sleepily and gently opened her eyes. Abby walked out the room and Lissy followed her down the stairs. The two worked on getting breakfast prepared when Ziva came downstairs. Her hair was still wet and dangling down her back, she was wearing a black tracksuit. Lissy jumped up when Ziva came downstairs and pelted back up the steps. Ziva frowned at her retreating back, but Abby answered her unasked question.
"Shower. I already had one before you. I've been up since half six." Ziva raised an eyebrow. Now she looked at Abby through open eyes she noticed that her hair was indeed already styled to perfection. Abby was wearing an oversized top over what looked like tracksuit bottoms. Abby placed a plate in front of Ziva with an omelette on, Ziva picked up her fork and took a mouthful of the omelette and pushed it in to her mouth as Abby poured her coffee.
"This is a good omelette Abby; I never knew you could cook." Abby grinned.
"My mother taught me, it used to something we did every Friday; we would try out a new recipe each week." Ziva nodded. "Sometimes we just made things up."
A few minutes later Abby had practically pushed Ziva back upstairs and had now forced her in to a chair in the middle of Abby's bedroom. Ziva's wedding dress was hanging on the front of Abby's wardrobe and Abby and Lissy's bridesmaids dresses were laid out on the bed. After a few minutes Lissy wandered in to the room and stood next to Abby, who was brushing Ziva's hair.
"What do you need me to do?" Lissy asked, preparing for Abby to brief her on the style she had chosen for Ziva's hair. Lissy was expecting some finicky, complicated up do that would no doubt cause both her and Abby's fingers to bleed because of sharp pins or another type of dangerous hair piece. However, the style Abby had chosen was relatively simple.
"Hold these pieces of hair here." Abby instructed Lissy who did as she was told. Abby produced some very expensive curlers and began to create perfect curls in Ziva's hair. After about half an hour Abby had curled all of Ziva's hair in to loose ringlets. She then secured the two pieces from around her face back with a pair of Kirby grips.
Abby then moved on to Ziva's make-up. She kept it subtle and just enough to accentuate her delicate features, and after another half an hour Abby declared she was done. Lissy had vanished after a while to style her own hair and apply her make-up. When Lissy returned Abby had done her own make-up and was just slipping in to her dress. Lissy pulled her own dress on carefully before the two turned to help Ziva get in to her own wedding dress.
The dress was an A-line style, the bulk of it was ivory but there was a blue ribbon around Ziva's waist. The dress had two simple spaghetti straps on Ziva's shoulders, and the entire dress clung to her every curve. When the dress reached her thighs it gently flared out allowing Ziva room to walk up the aisle. Or keep a gun under her dress without anybody realising. Ziva slipped on a pair of blue three inch heels which kept her dress off the ground by half an inch or so.
Abby and Lissy were both wearing matching blue dresses. The blue was a slightly lighter shade of royal blue, but it was the exact same colour as the ribbon on Ziva's dress. The bridesmaid's dresses were knee length and were made of a floaty material that, as discovered by Lissy, allowed them to 'twirl' around to get effect. They both had spaghetti straps on their dresses, and because of the December weather they had black cardigans to keep their arms warm when they were outside. Abby and Lissy were wearing black shoes to match the bolero style cardigan.
By the time all three were ready there was a knock on the door. Lissy ran down the stairs to pull open the door, outside Gibbs was standing on the porch. Lissy let him in and Abby came bounding down the stairs grinning at Gibbs. Gibbs let her hug him as the Goth dived on him; although Abby had been restricted from caffeine she was incredibly bubbly anyway. After a few minutes Ziva appeared at the top of Abby's stairs, she had picked up her bouquet of light blue flowers which were dotted around creamy white roses and calla lilies. The bouquet was tied with a blue and a silver ribbon.
"You look stunning Ziva." Gibbs spoke softly as she walked down the stairs to meet the three watching her. She smiled, genuinely, before Gibbs took her hand and they walked out of the door. Gibbs held open the door to the black limo Gibbs had forced Vance in to providing, free of charge. Ziva climbed in, followed by Abby and Lissy. Gibbs was the last in. He sat next to Abby who was bursting with excitement.
"Are you nervous Ziva?" Gibbs asked after a few seconds of Abby ranting about the wedding. Ziva smiled with a raised eyebrow.
"Nervous? About marrying my partner? I think after everything that's happened in the last three years nerves don't even come in to it." Gibbs, Abby and Lissy laughed lightly.
"How is Jenny Gibbs? I wish she could have been a bridesmaid too." Ziva said with a slight sad hint to her voice, reflecting her thoughts.
"She is hormonal, very, very hormonal." Was the only answer they received. The four talked about random things for the remainder of the journey before they arrived at the hotel. Gibbs leapt out first telling the three women to stay in the limo. Gibbs walked to the front of the hotel where Timothy McGee was stood waiting. He was wearing a very smart black tux and he had a small blue flower pinned in his button hole. Gibbs and Tim shared a few words before Tim walked back in to the hotel.
Gibbs turned and walked back towards the limo, he told the girls that they could get out and he held the door open like a proper gentleman. Abby flew out first, Lissy close on her heels. Ziva took her time, being careful of her heels and dress. When all three girls were out they all smoothed down their dress and hair to ensure they looked appropriate. Abby wandered over to Ziva and tweaked her hair slightly, ensuring she was perfect. Then Abby and Lissy led the way towards the hotel, they opened the doors and walked in to the large foyer. They were pointed towards a pair of large oaken doors, two men flanking the doors pulled them open and Abby and Lissy walked through them. Commencing the wedding of Anthony DiNozzo and Ziva David.
Abby and Lissy walked in perfect step with each other, they were each grasping a small bouquet of creamy white roses and lilies. Abby's eyes were focussing on Tim, remembering her own wedding and how everything had been so perfect. Lissy was scouring the crowd for the friends she had been allowed to invite from her school. It did not take long for Abby and Lissy to reach the front, they both stood off to the right hand side and awaited Ziva's arrival.
"You ready David?" Gibbs asked as Ziva was breathing in and out very methodically and evenly. Ziva opened her eyes and looked at him, she nodded. Gibbs extended his arm and she looped her own arm through it, she was clutching her bouquet in her right hand. After taking another deep breath Gibbs and Ziva walked on through the large entrance. Everybody in the hall was on their feet, Ziva immediately spotted her friends and family from Tel Aviv, those who had chosen to honour her choices anyway. Her Aunt Nettie was grinning at her, from the edge of an aisle near the front. Ziva wondered if there had been a fight for the good seats by her Mossad operative friends and family.
Her eyes flicked to the front of the room, where Tony stood, his left hand was resting gently on Benjamin's back who was carrying a small blue cushion that Ziva knew had the rings secured on. Just behind Tony was Tim, grinning from ear to ear. Ziva glanced towards her best friends, Abby and Jenny. Abby was standing next to Lissy while Jenny was seated at the very front one seat in from the edge. The seat reserved for Gibbs. Ziva's eyes returned to gazing at Tony and the two continued to gaze deep in to each other's eyes until they reached the front of the large grand hall.
Gibbs shook Tony's hand and threatened him under pain of death that he must not hurt Ziva or Ben in any way shape or form and Tony nodded. Then the actual ceremony began, a man employed by the hotel to perform legal wedding ceremonies under this roof. Ziva grasped Tony's hand as they turned to face each other, both smiling at the other. The ceremony lasted a little over an hour with Tony and Ziva writing their own vows. By the time the ceremony was over the time was about 11am. Ziva had opted for a morning wedding so that she and Tony could relax before getting drunk out of their minds and then jumping on a plane to Hawaii the following day. The two were congratulated for almost half an hour before they managed to escape to the lunch room.
The hotel had supplied lunch for all the wedding guests while they prepped another much larger, emptier room for the party later on that day. Now was the time for the head bridesmaid and best man to stand up and give speeches. The part Tony and Ziva were dreading. After all the guests had enjoyed their starter, Abby stood up.
"Hey everyone. For those who don't know me my name is Abby and I'm the forensic specialist working at NCIS. If you don't know what NCIS is then get out." A few people chuckled, mainly those who worked at NCIS, particularly in the field.
"We are all here today to celebrate two of my best friends finally getting hitched, it took them long enough to be honest. They gave me my wonderful nephew Ben, but that was three years ago. I'm hoping for some more mini David-DiNozzo's soon!" Abby winked at Tony and Ziva, the latter of whom rolled her eyes.
"Maybe not! Needless to say Tony and Ziva are perfect for each other, and I personally wish them all the best and I hope you try to match the standard of awesomeness me and Timmy have." Abby grinned at her own husband who smiled back at her, not paying attention to the claps and laughing Abby had encouraged. The waiters brought out the main course and the guests all began munching away, chatting amicably amongst themselves. Soon enough it became Tim's turn to make a speech.
"Well, I've known Tony for over seven years now. I've known Ziva for about six years give or take two years." Ziva smiled sheepishly. "Tony, is or rather was a bit of a ladies man. I know your all expecting me to tell you a tale or two about his endeavours over the time I've known him, but that's not what I want to talk about. Tony is a good man, he is a great father and I'm sure he'll make a fantastic husband. I'm not worried for you in the slightest Ziva. If Tony ever treated you badly I'd be more worried about him." Tim sat down again.
Tim's speech elicited several chuckles from the Mossad operatives Ziva had known over her years in Israel. The chuckles died down after a few seconds as Tim stood up once more, people looked at him quizzically.
"To Tony and Ziva!" He spoke lifting his glass up. The rest of the guests did the same and mimicked Tim. He sat back down again and their desert arrived. People began to get more mobile, several people swopped tables, carrying their desert across the room to go and visit old friends and older family. A few people came up to the new couple and congratulated them both before vanishing off home. A high percentage were staying in the hotel that night so they would not have to drive home after getting drunk. However some couldn't stay for the party.
After another half an hour and more air kissing and bone crushing hugs the new couple finally made a dash for the elevator and up to their room. They had booked the honeymoon suite, which was incredibly large. Gibbs and Jenny had agreed to be watching Ben for the couple while they went on their honeymoon and for their wedding night. Tony opened the door for Ziva and she went to walk past him but he threw out an arm to stop her. She looked up at him a frown creasing her forehead, she noticed he was smiling childishly. She instantly knew what he was thinking and she tried to stop him.
"No, Tony don't you dare …" She tried but was too late, he had already scooped her up in to his arms and he kissed her to stop her talking and fighting back against him. He carried her across the doorway and kicked the door closed behind him. He carried his new wife over to their bedroom kicking that door closed behind them as well.
Aw look fluff.
I write a lot of fluff.
Fluff is very easy to write though.
I do like it.
Shalom Ha-chaverah shelo. I think that might be correct. It was off the top of my head. Haha.
